“Your Majesty, I advise you to hand over the jade seal.” An eunuch was in the imperial study confronting Han Mingze, who was seated above him, trying to convince him to take out the jade seal.

Standing opposite Han Mingze was Han Minghong, still wearing his ever-benevolent and righteous facade.

“Your Majesty, being looked at like this by you makes me feel uneasy in my heart.” Han Minghong smiled and said, “I mean, you’ve already been trapped by us, why do you still want to struggle to the death? You've been occupying this throne for so many years, it's time for your younger imperial brother to take a seat.”

“Hmph, I'm afraid you won't be able to sit still on it!” Han Mingze didn't even spare a glance for the two swords resting on his shoulders. He only lightly glanced at Han Minghong, then closed his eyes again.