Yu Wenzhao stared at him for a moment.
Then—
He burst out laughing.
"Hahaha—!"
It was loud, unfiltered, and filled with ridicule.
He even had to hold his stomach slightly as if he truly couldn't control it.
The sound echoed throughout the chamber, sharp and grating.
Yu Longxuan's expression darkened further.
"What's so funny?!"
Yu Wenzhao finally slowed, though a faint chuckle still escaped him.
He wiped the corner of his eye as if amused to the extreme.
"Little brother…"
He shook his head.
"You still believe such naive things? I didn't think you were this stupid!"
Another short laugh escaped him.
"In the battle for the throne, who cares about something like 'brother killer'?"
His tone turned mocking.
"If that's the case…"
His lips curled into a cold smile.
"…then what should we call our dead father?"
Silence!
Yu Longxuan's pupils contracted slightly.
"Brother Massacrer?"
He tilted his head.
To ascend the throne, blood had always been the price.
