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For the wake on the second day, I don't know if Murong Yan did it on purpose or not, but Murong Ze and Murong Heng knelt together in front of the mourning hall to keep the old emperor's wake.

Neither of them opened their mouths to break the solemn atmosphere, only the trembling lights were flickering on and off.

After a long time, Murong Ze looked at the late emperor's spiritual seat, and said in a deep voice, "Whose child is Chen'er?"

This is the question that has been bothering him since he came back from Su Qingyu.

Murong Heng said calmly, "What do you think?"

Although this sentence was not clearly explained, Murong Ze already knew the answer.

Chen'er is his and Su Qingyu's child, he frowned and turned to look at Murong Heng, feeling his gaze, Murong Heng looked at him coldly.

"So what if Chen'er is your child? Now he is my child and Qingyu's. He will never know who his father is in his life."

Murong Heng's words instantly ignited Murong Ze's anger, and Murong Ze stood up straight away, grabbing Murong Heng's collar.

"Murong Heng! You were the one who got in the way back then, causing Qingyu and me to have a misunderstanding, and we were forced to separate!"

Murong Heng looked at Murong Ze with a smile on his face, what he disliked most was that he was always so arrogant.

"But Qingyu only hates you now. If it weren't for me, she would have been killed by you long ago. If it wasn't for me, the Su family would have ceased to exist long ago, but what did you do for her? Defile her on the wedding night , and then killed her child, do you think she will forgive you?"

The corners of Murong Heng's mouth were full of sarcasm, and because of his words, the power in Murong Ze's hand instantly became weaker.Lowering his head in despair, Murong Heng took the opportunity to push his hand away, straightened his clothes, and then looked at him frankly.

"Murongze, do you know what kind of life Su Qingyu has lived in the past five years? You keep saying that you love her, but all you give her is hurt and selfishness, so you don't deserve it!"

Murong Heng's words echoed in Murong Ze's head.

You do not deserve!

Yes, what did Su Qingyu do when he was in the most difficult time?

Added insult to injury?

Or is it just rubbing salt in the wound?

Murong Ze looked at Murong Heng's smug smile, took a deep breath, and said, "I can give you the throne, and you give me back Su Qingyu and my son."

Murong Heng looked at Murong Ze's appearance and laughed instantly.

"Murong Ze, are you sure that this throne is yours? What I, Murong Heng wants, is never given away by others!"

Murong Ze looked at Murong Heng finally showing his true face, his eyes were full of complexity.

He has always known that Murong Heng is actually a hunter hiding in the grass, so he never paid attention to Murong Yan, a clown like Murong Yan, but kept watching Murong Heng's every move.

"You are too confident in yourself."

Murong Ze is not a person who has always been content with the status quo. He also has a terrifying force in his hands these years, but he has never exposed it.

It's just that he has no intention of becoming the emperor now, and only hopes to be with Su Qingyu.

Murong Heng looked at Murong Ze unwilling to admit defeat, and said in a deep voice: "Then let's see who wins when the time comes."

The cold wind poured in, and the two looked at each other. Only they knew that what they were competing for was not an emperor, but a woman.

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