Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

The candlelight in the hall flickered, stretching and distorting everyone's shadows on the wall, just like the twisted human hearts at this moment.

Chu Ning stood on the steps of the inner hall, his black python robe gleaming coldly in the firelight, his eyes like a knife piercing at the sixteenth prince Chu Bin who was surrounded.

"After so many things happened, and so many brothers died,"

Chu Ning's voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Don't you remember? Tell me, why did you collude with the Scorpion Tribe and sell food?"

Chu Bin was surrounded by more than ten Jinyiwei with embroidered spring swords. His luxurious prince's clothes were stained with blood, his hair crown was crooked, but his back was still straight.

Hearing Chu Ning's question, he suddenly burst into a shrill laugh, mixed with an unconcealable madness.

"Why? You still ask me why?"

Chu Bin suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and the face that was three-quarters similar to Chu Ning was now as ferocious as a devil.

"If it weren't for the Emperor's intention to pass the throne to you, why would I be so anxious to take action?"

The long sword in his hand plunged into the ground with a clang. He placed both hands on the hilt, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"I thought selling food to Gongsun Yi would help me establish good relations with the Scorpion Tribe, but I didn't expect you to ruin it and even capture Ma Qingsheng!"

Chu Bin gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, "That's fine, but I wanted to assassinate Ma Qingsheng and frame Gongsun Yi, but I didn't expect you to see through it!"

The hall was dead silent, with only the occasional crackle of charcoal in the brazier.

Jia Yu watched Chu Bin's every move vigilantly.

Ling Haoran stood beside Chu Ning with a frown on his face.

Although Zhao Yu was injured, he still stood with his sword, ready to attack at any time.

Chu Bin suddenly laughed out loud, his laughter filled with resentment. "Hmph, if you can't see through this plan, once Gongsun Yi is killed, our dynasty will be completely at odds with the Scorpion Tribe. Who knows, the Scorpion Tribe might even take the opportunity to attack our dynasty!"

"By then, you will definitely postpone your coronation ceremony and choose to personally lead the troops to fight against the Scorpion Tribe."

His eyes turned sinister: "As long as you haven't ascended the throne, I still have a chance!"

Chu Ning's eyes became colder, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the jade pendant on his waist.

It was a token bestowed upon the prince by the Emperor of Chu, symbolizing supreme authority.

"But I never expected that!"

Chu Bin's voice suddenly rose, almost breaking: "That bastard Gongsun Yi actually listened to your instructions and led you to the secret house in West Lane and arrested Lu Mengran!"

He suddenly pulled out the long sword from the ground, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Chu Ning: "In desperation, this king can only take the risk and choose to have the arranged people kill him, so as not to expose me!"

The sword edge shone coldly in the firelight, reflecting Chu Ning's instantly gloomy face.

"After all, you do all this for the throne!"

Chu Ning spoke word by word, her voice as cold as ice: "Hmph, now that my father has decided to pass the throne to me, you don't have any chance!"

He took a sudden step forward, the hem of his python robe moving without a breeze. "For the throne, you killed so many people, and even colluded with the Scorpion Clan. This is simply treason!"

"Treason?"

Chu Bin suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter full of madness: "Hahahaha, this is treasonous!"

He suddenly stopped laughing, his face twisted. "I am a few years older than you. According to the rules of seniority, the throne should be mine. Why should it be yours?"

Ling Haoran stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "The throne belongs to the capable. Your Highness, you are obsessed."

This sentence was like adding fuel to the fire. Chu Bin turned his head and glared at Ling Haoran, the anger in his eyes almost turning into substance:

"Shut up, my king!"

He shouted sternly, "You were the father-in-law of the former crown prince and should have had a bright future. I never thought you would side with Chu Ning, making it impossible for the former crown prince to defeat him! If you had assisted the former crown prince, Chu Ning wouldn't be in this situation now!"

Ling Haoran's expression remained unchanged, he just shook his head slightly: "This humble official is only loyal to the court, and does not care about personal feelings."

Chu Bin ignored him and suddenly turned to the injured Zhao Yu, pointing at him and shouting, "And you!"

"You are clearly a guard beside the emperor, sent by the emperor to monitor Chu Ning. Why did you allow yourself to be bribed by him, work for him, and even make great achievements on the battlefield?"

The wound on Zhao Yu's shoulder was still bleeding, his face was pale, but he stood straight.

He said coldly, "How to choose is my own business, Your Highness the Sixteenth, please do not worry about it!"

Chu Bin sneered and glanced at Jia Yu again, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Jia Yu, you are an important official of Wei State, yet you actually surrendered to a mere illegitimate son of Chu State. Are you blind?"

Jia Yu raised his eyebrows, and the embroidered spring sword was already unsheathed: "Sixteenth Prince, please respect yourself!"

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, and the Jinyiwei had their hands on the hilts of their swords, waiting for the order.

Chu Bin ignored these threats. He slowly turned around and faced Chu Ning again. He spun the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Chu Ning's throat.

"You think the throne is yours by right? You think you're better than any of us, right?"

Chu Bin's voice suddenly became deeper, but even more dangerous: "You know, I hate your condescending attitude."

He suddenly made a peculiar starting move, with his sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and his whole aura suddenly changed.

The candlelight in the hall flickered without wind, Chu Bin's robes fluttered, and a powerful aura burst out from his body.

"I will tell you tonight!"

Chu Bin's voice was like a voice from hell: "My martial arts skills are no worse than yours! If you have the guts, you can fight me single-handedly!"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Bin's aura surged, and the surge of internal strength actually pushed several Jinyiwei around him back several steps.

Jia Yu's face changed drastically, and he cried out, "Fake super-first-class master!"

Chu Ning's pupils suddenly shrank.

He had long known that his sixteenth brother practiced martial arts, but he had no idea that his skills had reached such a level.

Although the pseudo-super first-class is not as good as the real super first-class master, it is far better than ordinary warriors.

No wonder Chu Bin was so confident, it turned out that this was his last trump card!

"Protect the prince!" Jia Yu shouted, and the Embroidered Spring Sword was already unsheathed.

"Everyone, step back!" Chu Ning raised her hand to stop them. "This is a feud between me and my sixteenth brother. I will resolve it myself."

Chu Ning slowly walked down the stairs, and with every step he took, his aura became stronger.

When he walked to the center of the hall, he was like a sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully exposed.

"Sixteenth brother, since you have challenged me, I will grant your wish."

Chu Ning's voice was terrifyingly calm. "But I have one thing to say—regardless of whether you win or lose this battle, you will be punished with death for colluding with foreign enemies and plotting to murder me."

Chu Bin grinned and said, "Stop talking nonsense! Tonight it's either you or me!"

Before he could finish his words, Chu Bin approached like a ghost, and his sword turned into a silver light and pierced Chu Ning's heart.