Chapter 1200: The Beauty Is Ultimately Not by My Side

Zhao Junqi finally appeared.

Zhao Junyao emerged from the cave and used his lightness skill to fly to the mountaintop, where he saw him standing alone, seemingly waiting for him.

But strangely, there was no one else around him.

Zhao Junyao squinted, repeatedly examining Zhao Junqi, who was two zhang away.

By the moonlight, he noticed that Zhao Junqi’s figure had thinned considerably, and his face was no longer as gentle as it used to be, but much rougher.

His eyes no longer held the playful arrogance they once did, but shone with a fierce and sharp green light, like that of a lone wolf.

While Zhao Junyao was observing him,

Zhao Junqi, dressed in ragged clothes, was also scrutinizing him.

The two held each other’s gaze for half a minute.

Zhao Junqi spoke first in a faint tone.

"It’s been years, Imperial Brother... hope you’ve been well!"

Zhao Junyao also did not back down and gave a faint smile.

"Likewise!"

"Back then, I spared your life and exiled you to the bitter cold of the North Frontier, but I didn’t expect you to escape and return!"

"Now it seems, I shouldn’t have let you live back then!"

Zhao Junqi gave a cold laugh.

"Imperial Brother is right!"

"If you kill, you should kill to the last!"

"You shouldn’t have spared my life!"

"You should have been more ruthless than the Late Emperor in harming my father!"

"Killed every last one of us!"

"Otherwise, as long as we live, we will surely seek revenge!"

Zhao Junyao was about to retort with a cold laugh when Zhao Junqi interrupted him suddenly.

"And there’s one more thing you got wrong, Imperial Brother!"

"What?" Zhao Junyao was a bit curious.

Zhao Junqi squinted his eyes.

"My life wasn’t sparred by you; it was exchanged for a life by my father!"

Zhao Junyao didn’t care, he just nodded slightly.

After a moment, he said again.

"Then there’s something you’ve misunderstood too!"

"What?" Zhao Junqi asked.

"It wasn’t the Late Emperor who wanted to harm Prince Yan back then; quite the opposite, it was Prince Yan who intended to harm my father, but was discovered!"

"This is what you call... returning one with their own ways!"

Zhao Junqi laughed coldly.

"Nonsense!"

"You bunch of hypocrites who speak of benevolence and righteousness!"

"My father was disabled for half of his life, and yet you say it was he who wanted to harm your father!"

Zhao Junyao’s gaze sharpened.

Under the moonlight, his figure was like an arrow leaving the bowstring, instantly shifting to Zhao Junqi’s side, pressing a cold sword against his throat.

"Stop spouting nonsense here!!"

Zhao Junqi gave a mocking laugh.

"Ha!"

"What’s the matter, feeling guilty?"

"It was you and your father who ascended the throne, but you claim you’re the ones in the right!"

"You commit the evil, and we bear the blame!"

"Isn’t this way too unjust?!"

Zhao Junyao was furious, shamed, and angry!

"How dare you!"

"The rights and wrongs of the previous generation have long passed, who are you to judge?!"

Before the words fell, the sharp sword in his hand pressed forward a bit more, forcing a blood mark on Zhao Junqi’s neck.

Yet he was not afraid at all, just standing there calmly without retreating a single step.

Zhao Junyao stared at that face that resembled his own by five parts, his eyes flashing coldly.

"You have a death wish!"

Zhao Junqi looked back at him disdainfully.

"In your eyes, haven’t I died a hundred times already?"

Zhao Junyao sneered.

"Not a hundred times, once is enough!"

With that, he was just about to apply force to end him.

Then Zhao Junqi suddenly raised his hand and laughed.

"Hahaha!"

"Imperial Brother, smart throughout your life, foolish at the moment!"

"Doesn’t the wise you want to know why I dare to come for you all by myself?"

Zhao Junyao was stunned.

"Why?!"

Turning his head to look at his hands.

Only to see one hand holding a tinder, the other a rope-like thing, and the two were about to touch each other.

Zhao Junyao’s pupils suddenly contracted.

"Gunpowder?!"

"Exactly!"

Zhao Junqi was all smug.

"Even though Imperial Brother lives in the Capital City, you’re quite knowledgeable!"

"You even know these foreign trinkets; I’m impressed!"

Zhao Junyao’s pupils contracted.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhao Junqi laughed heartily.

"What do I want to do? Imperial Brother should know!"

"I want to kill you to avenge my father!"

"I want to seize back the position that belonged to me!"

"I want you to taste the feeling of having nothing!"

"The realm of the Great Chu Dynasty should have been mine! The one sitting on the throne should be me!"

"And you, should kneel before me and call me lord!"

Zhao Junyao: "..."

The throne? The realm? Should kneel and call lord?

Has he become so arrogant?

Zhao Junyao chuckled coldly.

"In the Royal Family, the legitimate, not the eldest, takes the throne!"

"But my father was legitimate, why couldn’t he compete?" Zhao Junqi was furious.

Zhao Junyao sneered.

"I didn’t say there was no competition, but the actions of Prince Yan back then, everyone saw. You couldn’t have known nothing!"

If it weren’t for Prince Yan’s intent to harm the Late Emperor, the Late Emperor definitely wouldn’t have acted first!

At that time... the position of Crown Prince wouldn’t have been decided!

It’s a pity, the Late Emperor wasn’t a pushover, he had to repay tooth for tooth.

So...

"Prince Yan can only blame himself!"

Zhao Junqi’s eyes glistened green, shouting!

"Rubbish!"

"My father did nothing wrong, my father is innocent!"

As the words fell.

He fiercely brought his hands together.

"Die!"

"All die!"

"Hahaha... it’s all over!"

Zhao Junyao’s gaze sharpened as he instantly reacted.

In a flash, with lightning speed, he raised his leg to disarm one of his arms.

The tinder fell to the ground.

Zhao Junqi, unhurried, seized the opportunity to throw the fuse onto the tinder on the ground.

The fuse was instantly ignited.

Zhao Junyao tried to stop it but it was too late.

The spark through the fuse lunged like a fiery snake emitting a venomous breath half a zhang away, then disappeared at a turning point.

Soon after, a loud explosion resonated through the land nearby.

Rocks rolled from the top of the mountain, and cries of agony filled the foot of the mountain.

This explosion, who knows how many it killed, and how many it crushed!

Zhao Junyao with fire in his eyes, looking like an Asura from hell, glared at Zhao Junqi.

"I don’t care where you got these!"

"But I tell you!"

"As long as I’m alive, you will never succeed!"

After saying that, he lifted his foot and disarmed his other arm.

"Someone! Take him away!"

Zhao Junyao commanded.

Zhao Junqi however nonchalant and cheeky.

"Imperial Brother, you’re unreasonable, trying to capture me just after meeting me!"

"I haven’t even seen Qingqing yet!"

"I heard she is here too!"

"Imperial Brother, let me see Qingqing!"

Zhao Junyao squinted coldly.

"What did you call her? Say it again?!"

Zhao Junqi smugly.

"What’s wrong with calling her Qingqing?"

"Back in Plum Garden, I fell in love with Qingqing at first sight!"

"Later...when you were fighting in Guangnan, I even kissed her!"

"It’s a pity! The beauty is not by my side in the end!"

"Imperial Brother, I still regret it now!"