Bianliang

"Isn't the fish intestine sword in your hand the sword of regicide?" Zhao Heng, an official, collapsed on the steps under Danqi, with a pale face and a cough in his smile. "I am devoted to the country, the country, the country, why do you want to kill me?" Chen Anmin clenched his dagger, furious! "Cough~cough~" After coughing a few times, Zhao Heng laughed miserably again: "Remember, you are not Chen Anmin, you are Zhao Gong! Like me, we are both blood heirs of the late emperor. In this world, you are the only one who can replace me!" Chen Anmin sneered and said: "You made a big mistake by helping Jin destroy Liao. The world is about to perish before our eyes, but you are still busy massacring the clan! Even King Rui's eight-year-old son refused to let go." "Haha, even though I have joined forces, King Rui is a traitor! He just wants his son to replace me!" Zhao Heng coughed violently: "Kill me, ascend the throne, and serve as Queen Mother Lu who forced your mother to commit suicide, haha!" Zhao Heng stared at Chen Anmin: "Zhao Gong, do you want this crumbling throne? Can you lift up the world that is about to collapse?"