My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

Upon hearing this, Chi Huang's expression grew even darker.

The cold and stern aura almost made Ji Xiuping breathless.

At this moment, Ji Xiutian suddenly stepped forward.

"Snapped--!"

He slapped Ji Xiuping hard in the face without mercy.

Ji Xiuping was caught off guard and was knocked sideways, standing there in a daze.

He felt a burning pain on his cheek, but it was far less than the unbelievable shock in his heart.

"Shut up!" Ji Xiutian said coldly, with a warning glint in his eyes.

Ji Xiuping covered his face and glared at his brother angrily, his face full of disbelief: "You actually hit me? Do you think you will have a bright future by following our father? What's wrong with submitting to the Cang Emperor? The Cang Emperor is a man of great talent and strategy. The future of the world may not be his!

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Huang's face turned ashen.

A strong murderous intent erupted from his body, sweeping through the entire study, causing the temperature around to suddenly drop by dozens of degrees, and it was freezing cold!

"Tian'er," Chi Huang said in a deep voice, suppressed anger in his voice, "Capture your brother and lock him up in the dungeon! Before Cang Ling is destroyed, he will not be allowed to be released to tip off the enemy!"

Ji Xiutian did not hesitate and immediately took action, grabbing Ji Xiuping's wrist, and vibrating his Yuanli to suppress him.

"Brother! You actually touched me?!" Ji Xiuping was controlled by the sudden strong force, his face pale, anger and disappointment intertwined.

He couldn't believe that the brother he had always respected could be so cold-blooded and heartless.

At this time, the Red Emperor looked at Ji Xiutian, his voice full of majesty: "Tian'er, I know you were once a follower of Jiang Chen, but you are not just a follower of Jiang Chen, you are also the crown prince of the Red Flame Dynasty and the future Red Emperor!"

"You are responsible for the people of Chiyan and for all your decisions!

Ji Xiutian lowered his head and said, "Father, I understand."

The Red Emperor nodded and waved his hand to signal Prince Shun to take Ji Xiutian and take Ji Xiuping to the dungeon.

Soon, the two of them led Ji Xiuping, who had a dazed look in his eyes, out of the study silently.

.....

Shortly after.

The two had just walked out of the dungeon.

Prince Shun suddenly stopped and glanced at Ji Xiutian: "You must be very disappointed. The father you have always respected is actually such a person."

Ji Xiutian's eyes were calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

He knew very well that the other party was testing his thoughts.

Any unusual emotion will expose yourself.

Ji Xiutian suppressed his inner turmoil and said calmly, "I know that Father is doing this for the future of the Chiyan Dynasty."

"Although Cang Ling is powerful, who can predict its fate?"

"Xiuping is naive and thinks Cang Ling can make Chi Yan a better person, but he doesn't understand that matters of the court cannot be influenced by friendship or loyalty."

Prince Shun narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled: "Is it really so?"

Ji Xiutian said in a deep voice, "I am the Crown Prince of the Chiyan Dynasty. I only trust my father's judgment."

"More importantly... I'm not willing to just be the Red King under the Cang Emperor. I want the Red Emperor's throne!"

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Prince Shun's eyes, and his smile deepened: "You have great ambitions."

"Yeah, who wants to be inferior to others?"

"Followers of the Young Emperor? Haha, it's just the passion of youth. After this period, they should sober up."

Prince Shun completely let down his guard and secretly rejoiced that Ji Xiutian had no ulterior motives.

"In that case, I won't bother you anymore." Prince Shun looked at him meaningfully and turned away.

Ji Xiutian watched Prince Shun's back with a deep and complicated look.

Prince Shun's receding footsteps were like a mountain pressing down on his heart, heavy and unbearable.

Soon, Prince Shun returned to the study and told the Chihuang the results of the test: "Royal brother, I have tested Xiutian, and there is no problem at all."

"His previous decision to follow Jiang Chen was nothing more than an impulsive act."

"Now that the Crown Prince's position is secure, he naturally understands that the interests of the dynasty are paramount."

Upon hearing this, Chi Huang's expression relaxed slightly, but the caution in his eyes still remained.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes deep: "Tian'er is my most valued heir, but he has had experience with Cang Ling after all, so I can't take him lightly."

"Prince Shun, please make more careful arrangements."

"Next, send more celestial beings. In name, they are to protect Xiutian, but in reality, they are to monitor his every move..."

Prince Shun's heart moved slightly, obviously he didn't expect the Red Emperor to be so cautious.

But he understood that this was not only a test of Ji Xiutian, but also a reflection of Chi Huang's uneasiness.

So he responded respectfully: "Yes, my royal brother."

The Red Emperor waved his hand to let Prince Shun leave, and silence returned to the study.

The candlelight flickered gently, illuminating his pensive expression.

..........

at the same time.

Ji Xiutian returned to his room, feeling as heavy as a mountain pressing down on his heart.

The conversation in the study echoed in my mind.

My father’s plan and Prince Shun’s temptation.

Every word was like a knife, piercing deep into his heart.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white, his body trembling slightly, and anger faintly visible on his face.

"Father...you are so willing to sacrifice your own daughter, and even the entire Red Flame Dynasty, just to chase that vain power and become the ridiculous ruler of the Eastern Territory who persecutes your compatriots?"

Ji Xiutian was in great pain.

He really couldn't agree with his father's decision.

"Father has been blinded by power. He cannot see that the end of this road is destruction."

Ji Xiutian murmured softly.

He knew very well that if he stepped forward to report the incident, a confrontation between the Chiyan Dynasty and the Cangling Dynasty would be inevitable, the Eastern Region would be flooded with blood, and the Chiyan Dynasty would be destroyed.

But if I choose to remain silent and wait for my father's plan to take shape, the future war will be even more fierce.

By then, the Chiyan Dynasty would have probably already become a pawn of the Central Region, barely surviving in the chaos of war.

"Will telling the truth save Chi Yan? Or will silence buy a miserable future?"

This thought entangled his heart like a poisonous snake, causing him to fall into deep conflict.

His hand involuntarily reached into his arms and took out a small token.

Ji Xiutian raised his hand gently, and the token glowed coldly in the moonlight.

This is a castrated version of the Cangwu Order.

The function is very simple and can only be used for communication.

Ever since Cang Ling ascended to the throne, a castrated version of the Cangwu Order has been circulating in the court and distributed to high-ranking civil and military officials to facilitate communication between them.

And her younger sister Ji Ling'er, relying on her status as the third queen, got two pieces from Emperor Cang.

He gave one of the pieces to himself.

After getting this item, Ji Xiutian did not tell anyone.

He looked at the token and fell into a long silence.

"Speak out... or endure it?"

By using the Cangwu Order, he can directly contact Cang Ling and expose his father's conspiracy.

But once he did so, he would completely betray the Chiyan Dynasty and become a traitor in the eyes of his father, and he would have no way to retreat.

"But what if I don't report it...what will the future be like?"

Ji Xiutian slowly clenched his fists, countless choices swirling in his mind.

Every road is full of thorns and leads to an unknown abyss.

"Ling'er...how should I choose?"

Ji Xiutian took a deep breath and looked out the window.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on his pale face, reflecting his inner conflict and pain.