"You... are here to force the Emperor's abdication!"
This statement made Qian Yi's body tremble violently.
His heart was deeply conflicted, for Qi Yun had been very kind to him in the past few months, even trying to incorporate him as one of his descendants.
However, falsehood cannot become truth, and truth cannot become falsehood; he was destined to betray.
"Yes!" Qian Yi took a deep breath and slowly said, "Father, after returning, your son thought it over and felt that Prime Minister Pei and the others were right; your health is failing, and you need someone to help manage the affairs of the government."
Qian Yi's words were still veiled, suggesting he write down the decree of succession for emergency use.
Qi Yun gazed at him coldly for a long while before suddenly sneering.
"I always thought you were different from them, but alas, it was just my wishful thinking!"
"Father, your son is guilty, please forgive me!"
