Fearing his grand plans of ten thousand years would dissipate into smoke due to Xu Lai's abrupt appearance, the Moon King did not hesitate to cooperate with his eldest son, Ji Gui, to stage an "assassination" to help this incompetent Crown Prince grow. The reason was simple—he felt insecure.
The Moon King needed a sharp knife to deal with his terrifying enemy, Xu Lai. This knife could be his son, or it could be his daughter. Even his wife, who seemed to have emerged from the forbidden Sea of the Moon, was a knife meant for killing. To the Moon King, anyone could be this knife. The only one who couldn't be the knife was himself.
Because knives break.
The Moon King wanted to be the one holding the knife, not the disposable blade itself, which could be broken or discarded at a whim.
He wanted to live.
It was as simple as that.
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Sometimes, being too exceptional was a helpless burden. Xu Lai felt this keenly as he pushed open the door to Dongli University's medical clinic.
