The prince loves me like his life, but I force him to rebel

Cen Yu smiled slightly, "Don't worry, nephew. I have a comprehensive plan. First of all, we need to win over those ministers in the court who have high hopes for you. They have deep roots in the court and can provide us with support and intelligence. Secondly, we must secretly cultivate our own power and train our confidants to be ready for emergencies. Thirdly, we must seize the opponent's handle and deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment." Cen Yu spoke clearly, with wisdom flashing in his eyes.

Sima Yao frowned, "But how could those ministers easily support me? If they are not careful, they will be killed."

Cen Yu shook his head. "Nephew, this requires us to act cautiously and cater to their preferences. Some ministers value power, while others value reputation. If we treat their needs appropriately, we will surely be able to make them work for us."

Sima Yao was silent for a moment, "Then how can we keep the training of our trusted aides a secret?"

Cen Yu lowered his voice, "This matter needs to be done in a secret place, and people with absolute loyalty must be selected. I have found a hidden place that can be away from the eyes and ears of others."

Sima Yao sighed, "Uncle, this is too risky. If we fail..."

Cen Yu interrupted him, "My nephew, those who accomplish great things must have the courage to take risks. If you succeed, you will rule the world and benefit the people."

Sima Yao gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle, let me think about it again."

The room fell into a brief silence, with only the heavy breathing of the two people intertwined.

Sima Yao frowned and asked, "Then what?" A shrewd look flashed in his eyes, and the light was like lightning in the dark night, instantly cutting through the surrounding fog. Under his frowning brows, his eyes were shining sharply, as if they could directly penetrate Cen Yu's heart. His voice was low and urgent, with a sense of oppression that could not be avoided. "According to Cen Yu's logic, his father took his throne, and now he wants to let himself ascend to the throne. Obviously, the relationship between them is unreasonable." His brows were tightly twisted together, forming a deep "川" character, and the wrinkles seemed to hide endless confusion and doubts. His body leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Cen Yu, not missing any subtle changes in his facial expression.

Cen Yu paused for a moment, took a deep breath, as if to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and said calmly: "Then when your throne is stable, you will pass it to me." His voice was steady, but there was a hint of eagerness and expectation in it. He looked firmly at Sima Yao without dodging. Cen Yu clenched his hands unconsciously, showing that his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

Sima Yao suddenly realized, and a trace of anger surged in his heart: "Sure enough, people will not do anything without profit. Cen Yu, you have spent so much effort, it turns out that it is for this throne!" His voice rose due to anger, and the anger was like a surging wave, rolling in his chest. His eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to burn Cen Yu to death. His chest rose violently, and every breath was filled with deep resentment. His face was flushed with anger, and the blue veins on his forehead were slightly bulging.

Cen Yu sneered, "Nephew, don't be so excited. The world should be ruled by the most capable. Your father's ability to sit on the throne does not necessarily mean that he is the most suitable person." The corners of his mouth rose with a hint of disdain and ridicule, and his eyes revealed his desire for power and his unwillingness to accept the past. His posture seemed casual, but it also revealed an unquestionable determination. There was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, as if he had already seen the moment when he ascended the throne.

Sima Yao gritted his teeth and retorted, "No matter what, during my father's reign, he worked diligently and the country was peaceful and the people were safe." His voice was firm and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force. His eyes were full of protection and respect for his father, a belief that went deep into his bones. He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Cen Yu snorted, "So what? His throne was not obtained legitimately, so he should be given back." His tone was full of stubbornness and extremism, as if he had been blinded by hatred. His expression became a little distorted, and the resentment in his heart was revealed without any concealment at this moment.

Sima Yao clenched his fists and said, "Even if it's as you said, you asked me to help you seize the throne. This is an act of disloyalty and unfilial piety." His fists creaked and the joints turned white from the force. His eyes were like torches, staring straight at Cen Yu, full of determination and firmness. His body trembled slightly, showing his inner anger and struggle.

Cen Yu took a step forward and stared at Sima Yao: "Nephew, are you willing to be inferior to others for the rest of your life? You have talent and ambition, why don't you seize this opportunity?" His breath rushed towards him, bringing a sense of oppression. His eyes were full of temptation, trying to break Sima Yao's psychological defenses.

Sima Yao took a step back and said firmly, "I, Sima Yao, act uprightly and will never do anything that goes against morality." His voice echoed in the room with an unyielding strength. His eyes were firm, and he met Cen Yu's gaze without flinching.

Cen Yu laughed loudly: "Morality? In this power struggle, how much is morality worth?" His laughter echoed in the room, full of ridicule and disdain. His laughter was sharp and piercing, as if he was mocking Sima Yao's innocence and naivety.

Sima Yao said solemnly: "In my heart, morality is more important than anything else. Even if I lose everything, I will not go against my conscience." His expression was serious and solemn, and every word seemed to be an oath from the depths of his soul. His eyes were clear and firm, without the slightest wavering.

The room fell into a brief silence, and the two people's eyes met in the air, as if they were engaged in an invisible contest. In the silent atmosphere, it seemed that one could hear the sound of each other's heartbeats. The air seemed to solidify, and the tense atmosphere permeated every corner.

"You said that I was facing internal and external troubles, but isn't Dasheng facing internal and external troubles now?" Sima Yao frowned, his eyes were sharp, and he analyzed calmly and clearly, "Second brother has just ascended the throne, and his foundation is not stable. The Bai family is eyeing him covetously, ambitious, and trying to control the government. And your Feiying Sect is the only one in power, calling the shots in the world, and your power is intertwined. The Dasheng Dynasty is now in a precarious situation. If you collude with foreign countries at this time, it is not impossible to seize the throne, so why do you choose to support me? Aren't you afraid that after I ascend the throne, I will break my promise and not abdicate the throne to you?" His words were loud and clear, and every word was full of deep thought and doubt. He looked directly at Cen Yu with a firm gaze, as if he wanted to see through his mind. His speech speed was moderate, and every pause was just right, showing his inner calmness and wisdom.

Cen Yu was slightly startled, obviously he did not expect Sima Yao to be able to analyze the situation so calmly and clearly. But he quickly recovered and said: "The emperor's nephew is indeed very smart and can see through the interests involved. But I choose to support you, of course, I have my considerations. Although you are in a difficult situation, you have a pure heart and value friendship. If you can ascend to the throne, it may be a blessing for Dasheng. Moreover, I believe you are a man of your word." A trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly hidden.

Sima Yao snorted coldly: "Your trust is too blind. In this world of interests, how many people can keep their promises?" His eyes were full of suspicion and vigilance. There was a hint of disdain in his voice, questioning Cen Yu's trust.

Cen Yu stopped smiling and said seriously, "I have no choice. This is a big gamble, and you are my only bargaining chip." His voice was low and heavy, as if he was under great pressure. His eyes revealed a kind of determination, as if he had bet everything on Sima Yao.

"Besides, I don't want to cause any harm to anyone, just like you. But if you don't agree to cooperate with me, my only option is to kill you." Cen Yu's tone suddenly turned cold, and his eyes suddenly filled with chilling murderous intent. The murderous intent was like frost in the cold winter, instantly filling the entire room. His expression became ferocious, as if he had turned into a demon from hell.

Sima Yao looked at Cen Yu, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. The strong murderous aura seemed to be able to swallow everything, making him feel unprecedented pressure. But he still pretended to be calm and said, "Don't think you can threaten me like this." His voice trembled slightly, but he still tried to remain firm.

"You only know a little about the strength of the Flying Eagle Sect. As long as I want, the throne is in my pocket, but I still have a trace of kindness in my heart. Coincidentally, Nianzhi gave me this idea." Cen Yu's voice echoed in the silent room, with an unquestionable confidence. A trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes, with both the desire for power and the memories of the past.

The word "Nianzhi" made Sima Yao's heart tighten. Although he was talking about a serious matter concerning the survival of his country, the appearance of this name still made his heart skip a beat. A hint of imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes. His thoughts were instantly pulled back to the bits and pieces of his interactions with Nianzhi, and a ripple appeared in his heart.

"Nianzhi doesn't want to see people suffer. Otherwise, the current scene is not me and you negotiating, but the entire Lunan City has been razed to the ground by the Three Kingdoms' cavalry." Cen Yu said slowly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice. His eyes became distant, as if he had seen the tragic scene.

Sima Yao's face turned ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't use Nianzhi to threaten me!" His voice was filled with anger and helplessness. His eyes were full of pain and struggle. Nianzhi was the softest part of his heart, but now Cen Yu was using her as a bargaining chip.

Cen Yu shrugged: "It's not a threat, just stating the facts." His expression was cold, as if all this was just a game to him.

Sima Yao was silent, his heart was in an extreme struggle. On the one hand, there was the righteousness of the country, on the other hand, he was concerned about Nianzhi, and there was also the huge temptation and threat from Cen Yu. In this dilemma, he tried hard to find a way out. His eyes became confused, and his thoughts were in a mess.

Time seemed to freeze, and the air in the room became heavier. Sima Yao paced back and forth, his brows furrowed, his thoughts in a tangle. Sometimes he stopped and looked out the window, and sometimes he turned to look at Cen Yu, his eyes full of contradictions.

"I need some time to think about it." Sima Yao finally broke the silence, his voice full of fatigue. His body seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and he looked a little exhausted.

Cen Yu nodded: "Okay, but there's not much time." There was a hint of urgency in his tone, but his eyes revealed a kind of certainty.

"But where do you get the confidence from?" Sima Yao, despite the extremely bad situation, still tried to hold on, trying to make his voice sound steady and powerful, not wanting Cen Yu to easily notice his current predicament. He straightened his spine, staring at Cen Yu with a firm and stubborn gaze, trying not to lose momentum, but his clenched fists revealed his inner tension. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Sima Yao's forehead, flickering in the sunlight, but his eyes were still firm, like a burning torch, refusing to retreat in the slightest. His breathing was a little rapid, and his chest rose and fell violently, which was a manifestation of his efforts to suppress the panic in his heart.

"The horse's fatigue is just an appetizer. If you insist on not cooperating, the subsequent soldiers will die without a fight. I think you should be mentally prepared." Cen Yu's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Sima Yao's heart hard, causing his heart to shrink suddenly and he couldn't help but be startled. Cen Yu's cold and threatening tone, as if it came from hell, made Sima Yao feel a chill spreading from his spine to his whole body in an instant. Cen Yu's face was expressionless, his eyes were like cold lake water, calm, as if everything was under his control. His posture was upright, but he exuded a chilling aura.

"Is this related to you?" Sima Yao frowned, his eyes full of suspicion and anger, and asked closely. His eyes were like burning flames, trying to see through Cen Yu. At this moment, he was full of anxiety and uneasiness, but he pretended to be calm, trying to maintain the last dignity in this contest with Cen Yu. Sima Yao's voice trembled slightly because of anger, and there was a little bit of fear that was not easy to detect in that anger. He clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged due to the force.

"This is just a small signal from me." Cen Yu's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile. In Sima Yao's view, that smile was extremely sinister and cunning. "Do you feel that there are a lot of flies in the military camp since yesterday?" Cen Yu's tone was slow and long, as if he was telling an insignificant story, but every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Sima Yao's nerves.

Sima Yao recalled yesterday's scene, which kept reappearing in his mind. Yesterday, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the military camp, and the originally peaceful atmosphere was broken by an inexplicable buzzing sound.