"I'm sorry, haha. You have teachers who teach you this and that every day. You are very good, but I can only look at you with envy. Do you know how it feels to be ignored? Why should all the good resources be given to you just because you are the crown prince? If I also had a good teacher, I would definitely not be worse than you." Zhao Weihong looked at Zhao Weichen with jealousy, and the resentment in his eyes seemed to turn into substance. He gritted his teeth and said viciously. The jealousy in his heart grew wildly like weeds, devouring his reason bit by bit. In his opinion, the reason why he was not as good as Zhao Weichen was entirely because he did not get the same resources and opportunities, and all this was because of his father's partiality.
"Are you sick? Our teachers are the best in the country, and they choose their own students. I fought for everything myself." Zhao Weichen frowned and angrily retorted. He knew how much effort he had put in behind the scenes. Those countless days and nights of hard study and diligent practice were beyond Zhao Weihong's imagination. He understood that only through his own efforts could he stand out among the many princes, win the recognition and praise of his teachers, and obtain more resources and opportunities. It was not like what Zhao Weihong thought, that everything was obtained by relying on the favoritism of his father.
"You think I don't know? It's because my father favors you, so all the good resources are sent to you. I am the one who has been ignored, so I solved them myself. Now they can't be partial to me." Zhao Weihong said proudly, with a crazy and twisted smile on his face. There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes, as if he was showing off his "great achievements", without any guilt or regret towards his parents.
"Zhao Weihong, you are a lunatic!" Zhao Weichen felt a pang of heartache when he heard him admit to killing his parents. His body trembled slightly, his hands clenched tightly, his nails dug deep into his palms, and his heart was filled with self-blame and regret. He hated himself for not protecting his family, which allowed this devilish brother to take advantage of the opportunity and cause such a disaster.
"Haha, I'm a madman, but so what? At least I successfully dealt with them and made you lose the throne. Even a madman like me can defeat you!" Zhao Weihong laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of madness and pride, as if he was the ultimate winner of this power struggle.
"But, you lose now!" Zhao Weichen took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and announced loudly. His eyes were firm and confident. Although he was extremely sad, he knew that he had to be responsible for Hongguo's future and seek justice for his dead family.
"I didn't lose, someone come!" Zhao Weihong suddenly shouted loudly to the outside. His voice was sharp and piercing, breaking the tense atmosphere in the palace.
As he shouted, a group of people suddenly emerged from a hidden corner of the palace. They were dressed in black tights and moved quickly and agilely, surrounding Zhao Weichen and others in an instant. These people were holding various advanced weapons, with cold and alert eyes, like a group of well-trained killers.
"Do you think I have no backup plan?" When Zhao Weihong saw his people appear, his aura suddenly changed and a smug smile appeared on his face, as if he was sure of victory.
"Are you sure these people can be useful!" Zhao Weichen glanced at the people around him, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile. He recognized at a glance that this was the secret team that stayed behind to protect the palace. He knew the military strength of Hongguo very well, and naturally knew the strengths and weaknesses of these people.
"This is my most powerful army, how can it not be used?" Zhao Weihong said with a proud look on his face. He was full of confidence in this army. This was a force that he had carefully cultivated over the years and was specially prepared to deal with various emergencies. He knew that he had taken a large mysterious army to deal with Tis, which weakened the military strength of Hongguo, but he believed that this small team of elites was enough to deal with the crisis at hand. In his opinion, as long as he was still the emperor, he could use the power in his hands to order them to work for him.
"Oh, it seems that you still know a lot of things!" Zhao Weichen said sarcastically. He felt ridiculous about Zhao Weihong's ignorance and arrogance. It was too naive for this younger brother to think that he could turn the tables with just this little bit of power.
"Zhao Weichen, as long as you hand over the Imperial Stone to me, I can let you go." Zhao Weihong rolled his eyes and showed a sly smile on his face, trying to force Zhao Weichen to surrender by threatening him. He knew the importance of the Imperial Stone in Hongguo. As long as he got the Imperial Stone, he could completely control the military power of the entire country and become a real dictator.
"You will never get the Imperial Stone if you want it." Zhao Weichen clenched his fists tightly and said with a firm look in his eyes. The Imperial Stone is a sacred object of the Hong Kingdom and will only be given to the legitimate son of the Zhao family. It symbolizes the orthodoxy and inheritance of the imperial power, and it is not something that anyone can control. Zhao Weihong's attempt to get his hands on the Imperial Stone is simply wishful thinking.
"Why, you are not the most loyal master, do you want to watch your people die?" Zhao Weihong saw that Zhao Weichen refused to compromise, and he was furious. He raised his hand and signaled his men to point their weapons at Zhao Weichen and others. His eyes revealed cruelty and determination. As long as he put his hand down, these people's weapons would spray deadly fire without hesitation.
"Captain Yu, listen to my orders!" Zhao Weichen took out the Yu Stone from his arms slowly, raised it high, and shouted loudly. The Yu Stone shone with a mysterious light under the light, as if it contained endless power.
The moment Zhao Weihong's men saw Zhao Weichen take out the Imperial Stone, their faces suddenly changed, their legs involuntarily became weak, and they all knelt down.
"The Imperial Guard is here!" Everyone answered loudly and in unison. Their voices echoed in the palace, full of awe and loyalty.
"Catch Zhao Weihong!" Zhao Weichen saw the right moment and decisively gave the order. His eyes revealed majesty and decisiveness, leaving no room for doubt.
Soon, several agile members of the imperial team rushed forward and restrained Zhao Weihong firmly.
"I am your emperor, what are you doing, let me go." Zhao Weihong struggled desperately, with anger and fear on his face, and shouted loudly. He really couldn't believe that the men he had carefully trained would betray him in an instant and obey Zhao Weichen's orders.