"I know I was wrong!" Brandon knelt on the ground and hit the ground with a "bang". The blood on his forehead was stained on the white jade floor, which was particularly glaring. "Please give me another chance, father!"
It’s useless to admit your mistakes!
"Bang!" The Emperor of Yan smashed the wine pot in front of him. The broken pieces of porcelain flew everywhere, cutting Brandon's clothes, fingers and cheeks, but he still knelt on the ground, motionless.
"You become arrogant when you succeed! You are so busy building the personal army of Prince Bei, that you have no time to care about the common people? Do you want to build a personal army of 10,000 people, or 100,000 people? Ah!" Emperor Yan pointed at his nose and scolded him, almost scolding him for wanting to rebel, kill his father and seize the throne.
"Why build a personal army? Go to Jiangnan. If there is an epidemic in Jiangnan, don't come back!"
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