Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

Chapter 2328 Insulting Each Other

Chu Yun was kowtowing and begging for mercy when he heard Lü Xiuwen's angry rebuke. He suddenly raised his head, and a raging fire instantly surged up on his blood-stained face.

He stared intently at Lü Xiuwen, his eyes filled with resentment and madness, his voice sharp and piercing:

"How dare you say that? Lü Xiuwen! You bastard! You beast! It's all your fault! You instigated it all!"

He roared wildly, struggling to lunge at Lü Xiuwen, but was held down firmly by the escorting cavalry.

He could only kneel on the ground, staring intently at Lü Xiuwen with his bloodshot eyes, his voice completely distorted with rage:

"If you hadn't come to me, saying that Chu Ning was cruel, that I was the chosen one, and that as long as we started a rebellion, we would definitely succeed, how could I have ended up on this path?"

"I was perfectly fine! I could have continued being my carefree prince, indulging in romance and poetry!"

"It's you! You scoundrel, you dragged me into this mess!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Xiuwen was also furious.

He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at Chu Yun, his voice sharp and piercing:

"Did I drag you down with me? Chu Yun, don't forget! It was your own greed! It was your own desire to become emperor!"

"If you weren't so obsessed with the throne, how could you have been swayed by just a few words from me?"

"If you weren't so ambitious, why would you have secretly recruited a private army and plotted for ten years?"

"Now that things have failed, you're trying to pin the blame on me? Don't you have any backbone?!"

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

Chu Yun launched into a tirade, completely disregarding the dignity of a prince: "You said it!"

"You say Chu Ning is unpopular, you say many officials in the court are dissatisfied, and you say that as long as we start a rebellion, we will definitely succeed!"

"I believed you! I bet everything I had! And what was the result?"

"As a result, all of your so-called disgruntled ministers have sided with Chu Ning!"

"As a result of your so-called foolproof plans, I have ended up in this predicament!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his voice growing louder and louder until it almost seemed to tear his throat:

"Lu Xiuwen! You liar! You scoundrel! You never had good intentions from the very beginning!"

"You're just trying to use me to shield yourself from disaster! You're just trying to use me as a pawn!"

"Now that things have failed, what are you trying to do, pretend to be a loyal subject?! You still want to curse me? Shut your mouth!"

Lu Xiuwen was also angered by the scolding and retorted in kind, "Shut up?"

"Chu Yun, you idiot! I, Lü Xiuwen, must have been blind to have chosen a piece of trash like you!"

"If you had any backbone or guts, you should have drawn your sword and committed suicide after the failure to atone to the world!"

"And what about you? You actually knelt down and begged for mercy! You actually kowtowed repeatedly! You are a disgrace to the Chu royal family! A disgrace to the late emperor!"

"you--!"

Chu Yun was so angry that he trembled all over, pointed at Lü Xiuwen, and was speechless for a moment.

And so, in front of Chu Ning, in front of all the civil and military officials, and in front of the corpses and blood scattered all over the ground, the two of them began to hurl insults at each other wildly.

One side said the other instigated it, while the other side said the other was greedy.

One called the other a liar, and the other called the other trash.

All notions of princely dignity, ministerial demeanor, and final respect were cast to the winds.

Only two pathetic creatures remained, writhing and blaming each other under the shadow of death, tearing at each other, blaming each other, and shifting blame onto each other.

The scene was absurd, laughable, and pathetic.

The ministers standing at a distance watched this scene, their faces growing increasingly contemptuous.

Is this the Prince Yun they once revered?

Is this the Grand Secretary Lü whom they once looked up to?

It turns out that in the face of death, even the so-called royalty and high-ranking officials are nothing more than this ugly creature.

Deng Hongwen shook his head, sighed, and turned his face away, unable to bear to look any longer.

Liu Shouren clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with anger and sorrow.

He stared at Lü Xiuwen's crazed and distorted face, a surge of complex emotions welling up inside him.

This old friend who had shared joys and sorrows with him and served as his minister for decades, this once spirited and insightful Grand Secretary Lü, has now fallen to such a state, like a mad dog tearing at another loser.

It's pathetic, lamentable, and even more hateful.

Generals Xue Huaide, Zhao Yu, and Ma Chao watched all this coldly, their faces expressionless.

In their eyes, these two people were nothing more than two dying prisoners, two dying dogs, not worth even a second glance.

Chu Ning remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

He watched coldly as Chu Yun and Lü Xiuwen tore at each other, accused each other, and hurled insults at each other, his face expressionless.

That gaze was as if looking at two dying ants, as if watching an absurd, laughable, and nauseating farce.

A cold wind blew by, scattering paper money everywhere.

In the distance, Han Xing's coffin stood silently in the middle of the official road, its blood-stained banner fluttering in the wind, as if playing a final elegy for this absurd farce.

The mutual tearing and accusations between Chu Yun and Lü Xiuwen were like an absurd and pathetic farce, unfolding amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The shrill insults, the distorted faces, the ugly spectacle of their death throes were too much for anyone present to bear.

The cold wind, carrying the stench of blood and burnt paper money, echoed across the empty fields, adding to the desolation and irony.

Deng Hongwen stood at a distance, watching this scene with a furrowed brow and an increasingly intense look of contempt and disgust on his face.

He took a deep breath to calm his turbulent emotions, then stepped forward, came to Chu Ning's side, and bowed in greeting.

"His Majesty,"

Deng Hongwen's voice was calm and respectful, yet tinged with urgency: "The traitor Chu Yun and the traitor Lü Xiuwen have now been captured. Any further accusations against each other would only make them a laughingstock."

"This place is not far from the capital. The fighting and chaos just now have probably alerted the city."

"The most urgent task is to stabilize the situation and reassure the public, and not let this matter escalate any further."

He paused, glanced at the quietly resting coffin of Han Xing in the distance, and his tone became even more earnest:

"Moreover, General Han's coffin is still there, and the funeral has not yet been completed."

"General Han was loyal and brave throughout his life and sacrificed his life for the country. His funeral should not be interrupted because of these two traitors, and their blood should not be used to tarnish General Han's final dignity."

Deng Hongwen raised his head and looked earnestly at Chu Ning: "I dare to suggest that Chu Yun and Lü Xiuwen be put into prison carts and kept under strict guard first, and then a decision be made after General Han's funeral is completed."

"At that time, Your Majesty can offer the blood of these two traitors before General Han's spirit to comfort his soul in heaven!"