Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Yue Zihuan vented his hatred towards Yue Yuan. The muscles on his face were twisted, his eyes were red, and he looked ferocious, with none of the cold and noble appearance he used to have.

Having said that, he himself didn't know whether what he said was an excuse or his true thoughts that he had hidden in his heart for many years.

He and his father could never go back to the past.

Once he opened his mouth, he would surely die.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as Xiaolou is safe, he will die without regrets.

Fortunately, Yue Ran still believed that his father was poisoned by the two dead imperial doctors, and did not know that Xiaolou was also good at using poison.

As long as Xiaolou still has this trump card, Yue Ran will be defeated by Xiaolou sooner or later.

Thinking of this, the smile on Yue Zihuan's face became even more intense, and in the eyes of others, he looked more and more like a madman.

Zhou Wenzhen is not Yue Yuan, but he also has children and has put a lot of effort into their growth.

As a son, Zhou Wenzheng was furious when he saw that his father had to be poisoned just because he could not obtain the status of Crown Prince.

He squinted at Yue Zihuan and said coldly:

"Yue Zihuan, you grew up in luxury, enjoying the protection of your family and endless wealth, but you used this precious kindness as capital to do whatever you want."

"You keep saying that King Dingbei is biased and unwilling to ask for a title for you. Why don't you reflect on yourself and think about it? King Dingbei is not biased, but your character and talents are simply not capable of inheriting the Dingbei Palace!"

Zhou Wen Zheng's angry rebuke echoed in the lobby.

Yue Zihuan, however, laughed at himself without taking it seriously, with a scornful arc at the corner of his mouth:

"I am incompetent and I don't have a mother from a prominent family, but I am not like you. You look down on others but still wear a high-sounding hat."

He stared at Yue Ran unwillingly:

"But don't be so proud. Your biological mother has been gone for a long time. No matter how noble her family is, how long can they protect you?"

Yue Ran lowered her eyes and looked deeply at Yue Zihuan.

At this point, what he is still obsessed with is the social status of each of their biological mothers.

Summer insects can't talk about ice.

Yue Zihuan's eyes moved away from Yue Ran and accidentally met the gaze of Beiliang's hostage Murong Hui.

Then he froze and could no longer look away.

He seemed to suddenly see the deep starry sky, and also seemed to suddenly fall into an endless dark abyss.

The voice in Yue Zihuan's ear disappeared completely in an instant. He could no longer see the Dali Temple lobby in his field of vision. All that was left was that pair of extremely charming dark eyes. The pupils were as dark as a rotating bottomless black hole, silently swallowing up all the light and attention around them, making it impossible to look away.

Yue Zihuan still had a trace of consciousness left in his mind and struggled desperately. He opened his mouth slightly and blinked his eyelids. To others, it seemed that he was just a rebellious son who was guilty and could not find any excuse to defend himself.

Save...Xiaolou, save me...

Yue Zihuan's eyes were confused, and a moan-like whisper escaped from his lips, but almost no one heard it.

Only Yue Ran turned around to look at him, raising her eyebrows suspiciously.

The entire Dali Temple hall was in chaos because of Yue Zihuan's words.

Although Dingbei King Yue Yuan did not ask for a title for Yue Zihuan, he provided Yue Zihuan with excellent conditions and invited famous teachers for him. It can be seen that he had high expectations for Yue Zihuan.

Now, Yue Zihuan has taken a series of actions in order to prevent him from being named the crown prince. First, he poisoned his biological father, and then falsely accused his father of regicide.

Such outrageous behavior will be condemned by the world no matter which country it is in.

Chu Hantian and Feng Xiaolou looked at each other quickly, and each of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Yue Zihuan takes all the responsibility on himself and all the troubles originate only from the conflict between father and son, then the case can be easily closed.

Chu Hantian cleared his throat in a low voice and spoke seriously:

"I have already seen the whole picture of this case."

"Everything started because Prince Dingbei's eldest son Yue Zihuan and Princess Song held a grudge against Prince Dingbei."

"Now that Princess Song is dead and Yue Zihuan has confessed, I think it would be better to sentence Yue Zihuan to death..."

Before Chu Hantian could finish his words, Yue Zihuan, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up with his head lowered. When he raised his head, his red eyes stared straight at Chu Hantian and Feng Xiaolou.

Yue Ran, who was not far from him, narrowed his pupils slightly and his expression immediately became extremely alert.

From the very beginning, Yue Zihuan's condition was not right.

Chu Hantian was also shocked by Yue Zihuan's behavior.

Ever since Yue Zihuan surrendered to him, he never dared to be so rude to him.

If the face of the man in front of him with violent eyes had not changed, he would have mistaken Yue Zihuan for another person.

Feng Xiaolou frowned slightly, looked at Yue Zihuan, and spoke tentatively:

"Cousin? What's wrong with you?"

Yue Zihuan's eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and his gaze flickered back and forth between Chu Hantian and Feng Xiaolou's faces.

"not me......"

The low voice seemed to come from Yue Zihuan's chest, with a low growl similar to that of a wild beast.

Zhou Wenzhen frowned and waved his hand. The guards from the Dali Temple immediately stepped forward to block Chu Hantian's case.

"Yue Zihuan, what do you want to do?" Zhou Wenzhen spoke in a dignified voice, and was very surprised at Yue Zihuan's sudden change.

Yue Zihuan laughed strangely, and suddenly pointed his finger at Chu Hantian:

"It was him! He sent someone to kill my mother!!"

Chu Hantian's face changed drastically, and he stood up unconsciously and slammed the table:

"Nonsense! Yue Zihuan, you have proven your guilt and don't want to face the punishment. You actually want to drag me down with you?"

"Someone, come here! Kill this villain on the spot!"

The guards from the Eastern Palace brought by the prince had murderous intent on their faces, drew their swords and were about to surround Yue Zihuan.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Yue Ran was also surrounded in the circle.

An imperceptible smile flashed across Yue Ran's eyes for a moment, and the smile was quickly replaced by calmness.

Interesting, although no one knows who tricked Yue Zihuan, it is obvious that Chu Hantian is in trouble.

Yue Zihuan was still giggling, and he moved his fingers to the side and fixed them on Feng Xiaolou.

There was nine parts of frenzy and one part of struggle in his eyes, and for a moment he was silent.

Feng Xiaolou's face turned pale, not knowing why Yue Zihuan suddenly went crazy.

But she knew that she must not let Yue Zihuan speak again.

Feng Xiaolou said sternly:

"How dare you disobey His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? Kill this man immediately!"

Zhou Wenzheng glanced at Feng Xiaolou coldly and said in a deep voice:

"Yue Zihuan was interrogated by the Dali Temple, and the Dali Temple should make the judgment. No one is allowed to touch him!"

Yue Zihuan burped at this moment, as if he had broken through some obstacle. He pointed at Feng Xiaolou and said loudly:

"She was the one who poisoned my father!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar. Yue Ran's eyes suddenly fixed on Feng Xiaolou's face, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

Outside the crowd, Murong Hui leaned elegantly on the armchair, his dark eyes always fixed on Yue Zihuan, a meaningful smile on his pale pink lips.