Make your ex-boyfriend cry? That's easy!

Jiang Yan looked closely and found that the old emperor's fingers seemed to move slightly, but strangely, he did not make any sound.

I guess this is his own fault, as he was poisoned and made mute by Prince Gong.

"I put a lot of effort into the poison you gave me back then. Not only did I have someone reduce its potency again and again, I also added some other things and carefully blended it to create the elixir you've been dreaming of."

"This elixir, if you take it once or twice, it's really no big deal, but if you take too much, you'll end up like you, my royal brother, paralyzed in bed, unable to move, unable to even speak, and helpless at the mercy of others."

Prince Gong spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he was describing a very ordinary matter, but every word he said hit the old emperor's heart like a sledgehammer.

"Haha, my royal brother, look at what you look like now. You look like an old beast! You can only wait in despair for the butcher's knife to fall, without any power to resist."

The old emperor on the bed was trembling slightly, his fingers constantly scratching the silk sheets, as if he wanted to express something, but he could only make weak, unclear sounds, which sounded like a painful wail.

"Why are you so angry just for this? My Royal Brother, you are still the same as before."

Prince Gong raised his lips slightly and said, "Then do you know how your children died, were exiled, and became stupid?"

His laughter echoed in the empty palace, with a hint of sarcasm and playfulness. Prince Gong's smile grew even brighter, as if all this was just a carefully choreographed drama.

"This is all my work," he said lightly, as if it was no big deal. "Your children disappeared from this world one after another, and you were powerless to do anything about it."

Prince Gong's gaze fell on his brother, a subtle venom flashing in his eyes. "Now, only your thirteenth son is left. Do you think he can survive after being shot in the back?"

Jiang Yan looked at Prince Gong with a smile on his face, and the anger in his heart burned like a flame.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he was completely unaware.

"Although you didn't want Jun Linyuan to be alive, it's still different to have your own son die at the hands of others. You will be severely humiliated."

He stood beside the bed, staring quietly at the old emperor's face which was distorted by anger, but there was no pity in his heart.

The old emperor's impotent rage was nothing but a ridiculous farce in Prince Gong's eyes. He even enjoyed the feeling of stepping on the old emperor.

Prince Gong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, then turned around and slowly walked out of the bedroom.

Outside the bedroom, moonlight sprinkled on the ground, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

Prince Gong's figure seemed somewhat illusory in the light and shadow. His pace was neither fast nor slow, and every step seemed to be deliberately challenging the rules of the palace.

The palace was now completely controlled by Prince Gong. His people were everywhere, and even the eunuchs who were once loyal to the old emperor had become his spies.

Prince Gong waved his hand casually, and a eunuch-looking man appeared behind him like a ghost, following him respectfully.