[Policy + Machiavellian + Political Struggle + Imaginary History]
"You are presumptuous."
Tai'an Emperor Chen Mo glared at Chen Beijiang with a cold light in his eyes.
"Am I presumptuous? Hahahahaha! My father died at your hands.
Now you are using your son's life to become your ridiculous emperor.
May I ask Your Majesty, is it possible to overcome the cold at high places? "
Emperor Tai'an's face was extremely gloomy:
"I am the emperor, and you must obey."
"But you are also a father..." Chen Beijiang roared angrily.
The Hall of Supreme Harmony fell into a deathly silence.
In this competition between father and son, and courtier, only God knows who will be the final winner......
