A piece of Japanese incense

"Father! The people all say that you are a good emperor, the greatest emperor of all time, who governs the country with kindness and loves the people like his own children... I also firmly believe that we are a loving father and filial son. Over the years, you have only doted on my mother, and everyone says that your love is as deep as the sea, but what about you! When my mother passed away, you didn't even feel a trace of sadness! Yan'er was only sixteen years old, and Yan'er's child was still in her belly, and you had the heart to let them die!"

The emperor suddenly looked calm. He took a bow from Eunuch Shen, slid his fingers over the bow, selected an arrow and put it on the string. After a calm smile, his face suddenly changed: "Waste! I gave you many chances, but you chose the stupidest way every time!"

Before everyone could react, the bowstring made a crisp sound. The moment the arrow left the string, time seemed to stop. The next moment, the arrow had pierced deeply into Prince Yun's left shoulder.

At the same time, the sharp and cold sword blade slashed across the prince's neck. The prince's hand unconsciously raised up and covered his neck. The moisture and warmth between his fingers made him feel a complex emotion - fear, anger, shock...

Feng Zhixu reacted almost instantly. He took a step forward, wrapped his arms around his father, and steadily caught the prince who was about to fall to the ground: "Father!" He desperately covered his father's neck, but the gushing blood still overflowed from between his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

The prince's eyes were half open and half closed, as if he wanted to express what was in his heart, but his voice was stuck in his throat, leaving only a slight gasp.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He tried to touch the top of Feng Zhixu's head, but his hands fell heavily to the ground. As the last breath stopped, everything returned to calm, and everything in the world seemed to have fallen into silence.

Feng Zhixu watched the blood gather and meander between the lines on his palms, turning into an even darker red. He clenched his fists, grabbed Prince Yun by the collar, and roared in anger and despair: "Uncle! Father is your brother! He was just begging for you! Uncle!"

Prince Yun was so startled by the sudden impact that he staggered, his heels lost stability, and his whole body was almost lifted off the ground, with the arrow still stuck in his left shoulder.

He pushed Feng Zhixu away, stroked the arrow feathers with his fingers, feeling the cold and hard touch, glanced at Feng Zhixu sideways, then glanced at the emperor with contempt, pinched the arrow shaft between thumb and index finger, and pulled it out cleanly, leaving a bloody trail.

He held the arrow in the air, ignoring the gushing blood, and walked towards the emperor step by step.

The guards formed an impenetrable circle, surrounding the emperor in the center. The spears in their hands crossed to form an impenetrable barrier, and as Prince Yun approached, they kept retreating.

"Yuan Ren!" the emperor roared.

Prince Yun suddenly burst into laughter, tears flying across his eyes, and he laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward. Every laugh seemed like a roar that he had used up all his strength. At the end of his laughter, only trembling shoulders and intermittent breathing were left.

"Feng Weichu, it was you, you killed your son with your own hands! Hahaha! Father, oh father! Father and son in the past, now enemies; swords have no eyes, friendship is gone. You must live forever~ I, Feng Yuanren, swear here, with my blood as evidence of the curse, with my soul as a chain of awakening, I wish you to suffer endless pain and torture, to be lonely all the time, to be abandoned by your confidants, to have no love in your life, to be troubled by the past every night, to spend every day in torment, as if you have fallen into hell and cannot be freed, and there is no chance of reincarnation!"