The Iron Fist King lowered his head and returned his gaze to the letter:

"Or a coward."

Everyone's eyes turned back to Duke Xinghu.

The officials paid nervous attention to his eyes and words, while the guards stared at his movements and the edge of his sword.

Thales felt cold in his heart.

At that moment, he felt like he had returned to Longxiao City six years ago and the Hall of Heroes in the Palace of Heroes.

At that time, the eyes of the natural king and the five great dukes were the same as now, like thousands of sharp arrows, shooting at the sword in his hand that was too heavy to hold.

They wait.

Waiting for him to kill himself.

Or surrender.

Six years.

Nothing has changed.

Except for one thing.

Thales' eyes became firm, and the sins of the Hell River gathered like a trickle, helping him to hold the weight-bearer on his shoulders tightly.

The sword in his hand is no longer unbearably heavy.

"Then you must be an idiot and a coward, father?"

Thales spoke calmly, but his words were as sharp as a knife:

"Or, you don't want to be a shining star anymore?"

"Is it?"

After the words fell, the content that insulted the king was greeted with silence at first, and then sparked an uproar.

The king remained motionless, with only a pair of eyes radiating cold light.

Eighteen years have passed since Kessel Brightstar was crowned king after the Year of Blood.

In the era of the iron-fisted king, the last time someone confronted or even insulted the supreme king was the state council six years ago.

And the treasonous Duke who spoke rudely has already been imprisoned and is destined to end his life behind bars.

Many people who were looking forward to the situation calming down were disappointed, and they couldn't help but sigh sadly.

The royal guards looked solemnly. They pressed their weapons and nodded to each other for final confirmation.

"Your Highness..." Gilbert's face was filled with despair, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

But unexpectedly, the king moved slightly and put down the letter.

"oh?"

King Kessel's questioning voice rang out, stopping several guards who were preparing to attack from behind.

The king stared at the prince for a long, long time.

But this time, there was something more in Kessel's eyes.

"Why?"

Although there was only one word without beginning or end, Thales knew what he wanted to ask.

It's like a unique telepathy between bright stars.

"You know why."

Thales tapped the spine of the sword and said calmly:

"No matter what the reason is, if the heir to the throne dies in the Fuxing Palace, your rule will suffer an unprecedented devastating blow."

"The same goes for the stars."

Heir to the throne.

Death Palace.

These few words made all the officials in front of the imperial court frown and have countless calculations in their minds.

King Kessel still stared at Thales, his eyes slowly widening.

"Forcing me to die here, father, is tantamount to cutting off your own livelihood and digging your own grave."

"Of course." Thales shrugged, relaxed and comfortable:

"If you want to commit suicide, that's up to you."

At that second, the Iron Fist King's eyes turned cold.

But Thales refused to retreat, and his eyes met the king head-on:

"Anyway, Canxing doesn't need idiots."

"Or a coward."

Thales's voice fell.

At that moment, everyone present looked at their prince in shock.

Lord Adrian pressed his forehead helplessly and painfully.

There is no more terrifying father-son conversation than this.

The temperature inside Ballard's room returned to its lowest point.

After a few seconds, King Kessel smiled.

sneer.

"late."

He leaned forward slightly and emerged from the shadows, letting the setting sun carve out his firm outline.

"Too late."

The Iron Fist King's laughter stopped abruptly:

"From the moment the heir to the throne broke into the palace with the intention of treason."

Upon hearing the word "rebellion", several ministers turned their heads in disbelief.

"The rule of the kingdom has been severely damaged and cannot be restored."

Thales' face darkened.

Gilbert covered his face in pain, the Prime Minister pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and Archdeacon Guy closed his eyes in prayer.

"Because of your short-sighted folly, child."

King Kessel said calmly:

"Your threats and bargaining chips are worthless."

Thales exhaled, closed his eyes and lowered his head.

correct.

Kessel hasn't changed.

He still has the same character, exactly the same as when he first met him.

He won't compromise.

Will not give in.

Will not retreat.

Only become more determined and decisive.

The sunlight disappeared from the prince's hair.

The hilt of the bearer's sword dropped and touched his knees.

Kessel snorted coldly and turned to the others:

"What are you waiting for?"

But the next second, before the royal guards could react, Thales suddenly opened his eyes!

"Then why?"

"Why do you still think I'm insane?"

Duke Xinghu’s words rang loudly, resounding inside and outside Ballard:

"Why do you have to take me back to Mindis Hall?"

"Since it's irreversible, why don't you just give the order to kill me on the spot?"

Thales tightened his grip on the weight bearer and sat upright again.
To be continued...