People in the Qin Dynasty sought good fortune and avoided misfortune.

Chapter 250, Knocking and Breaking Free from the Ropes
Those who aspire to great things are willing to kill even their closest relatives. Since Han Yu already planned to take the opportunity to kill Crown Prince Han, he naturally wouldn't consider being implicated.

"Tomorrow I will send you to assist the Ninth Prince. If Tianze and these remnants of the Baiyue tribes make a move against the Crown Prince, you only need to observe from the sidelines. If not, then act according to the situation. I have only one request: do not let him leave the Crown Prince's residence alive."

Han Yu's expression was gloomy, his dark eyes gleaming under the lamplight, and his tone was unhurried.

The position of King of Han can only be occupied by one person. Currently, it belongs to his father, and in the future, it can only be occupied by him, Han Fei, or the Crown Prince of Han.

South Korea is currently facing internal and external troubles. If it does not want to be eliminated in this era of great competition and become a forgotten relic like the State of Zheng, it must not allow its useless elder brother to sit on the throne.

As for Han Fei, he acknowledged that Han Fei was very talented, but Han Fei lacked the awareness to become a king.

Therefore, the future King of Han can only be him, Han Yu, only he can lead Han to glory again.

“I understand, Godfather.”

Han Qianqiu nodded, his expression solemn, and said in a deep voice.

Han Yu nodded, and Han Qianqiu bowed and left, leaving Han Yu alone in the room.

The bright candlelight illuminated half of Han Yu's face, and the shadows made his cold expression even more frightening.

"Perhaps I should have a talk with Ji Wuye."

Han Yu tapped his fingers on the table, lost in thought.

To become the crown prince, or even the King of Han, one must have the support of Ji Wuye or Zhang Kaidi.

The former held both power and military authority, controlling Korea in every aspect, while the latter represented the Korean clansmen, whose clansmen were far more powerful than Ji Wuye.

Now that Zhang Kai has rejected his offer of a hand, he is left with only Ji Wuye as an option.

Ji Wuye knew very well what he wanted: the status of a nobleman or even royalty.

The situation in South Korea is now quite clear: the deadly conflict between Han Fei and Ji Wuye has led to the current predicament.

Once Crown Prince Han dies, Ji Wuye will also feel afraid, so there is still a good chance that he can cooperate with Ji Wuye.

Thinking about it, Han Yu looked at his right leg. His withered right leg still ached faintly, making him unable to forget who had caused him to end up like this.

But to achieve great things, one must also learn to compromise; only by compromising can one win more friends.

Han Yu was well aware of this. If he wanted to take that position, he had to get Ji Wuye's support; otherwise, he would have no chance against Han Fei.

However, he still didn't have enough bargaining chips to gain Ji Wuye's support.

"It seems."

Han Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint in them. For the throne, he was willing to sacrifice anyone or anything.

The flickering lights inside cast an unpredictable shadow on Han Yu's face, making him appear somewhat sinister and terrifying.

The once brightly lit and luxurious Crown Prince's mansion has now been transformed into a living hell by Tianze and his gang. The surroundings are quiet, the air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and occasionally, staggering corpses can be seen moving around.

A deep, malevolent aura enveloped the Crown Prince's residence. From a distance, it appeared as if the residence had been dragged into a swamp, surrounded by darkness, which even the bright moonlight could not illuminate.

A sense of violence, bloodshed, and evil permeated the air, inspiring fear in all who beheld it. Yet, in this dark hell, an uninvited guest arrived.

The tightly closed gates of the Crown Prince's residence were opened from the outside, and a chilling aura spread into the residence with each step of the newcomer.

Bai Yifei was completely shrouded in black clothing and wore a black mask that completely concealed her face and hair ornament, making her impossible to identify.

Inside the Crown Prince's residence, Tianze, leading his four most capable lieutenants, became extremely wary and solemn as he watched Bai Yifei enter the residence alone.

Bai Yifei, hidden behind his mask, looked at Tianze and the others with cold disdain in his eyes, his gaze filled with arrogance and contempt, as if he were looking at mad dogs he had casually kept.

"You've crossed the line," Bai Yifei said coldly to Tianze.

A chill spread from behind Bai Yifei toward Tianze and the others, gradually covering the bluestone floor with ice. The pool of blood was also frozen by the chill, reflecting Tianze's solemn expression.

"It seems you dislike surprises, but isn't that exactly what you wanted to see?" Tianze said sarcastically to Bai Yifei.

He wouldn't back down, even though he knew he was no match for Bai Yifei. His hatred for Bai Yifei wouldn't allow him to yield. He was the Crown Prince of Baiyue, not a dog kept by Bai Yifei.

"Don't try to test my patience. My tolerance for you has its limits, and you should be aware of that."

Bai Yifei put his hands behind his back, looked calmly at Tianze, and said indifferently.

Bai Yifei remained unmoved by Tianze's mockery; no one would be afraid of the baring teeth of their pet mad dog.

He was now gripping the rope tied around his neck tightly in his hand.

He didn't think Tianze could break free of the ropes, and even if he did, he didn't have the strength to break free of the cage.

"You can try!"

Tianze's violent and cold eyes flashed with bloodlust, his body was surrounded by black aura, and his metal chains swayed like venomous snakes flicking their tongues. His icy words carried an indomitable spirit.

He never yielded to Bai Yifei, even after being imprisoned and tortured for more than a decade.

Yan Lingji and the others beside her were also ready for battle.

"Who gave you the courage to rebel? Was it because of the people behind you? Unfortunately, they don't seem to be able to help you."

Bai Yifei slowly extended one hand, and a small purplish-black bottle floated in his palm, gently rotating. A voice carrying a hint of disdain rang out, seemingly reminding Tianze of something.

Tianze's pupils contracted as he looked at the medicine bottle Bai Yifei took out, his fists clenched, and the violent killing intent that had just risen was instantly suppressed.

Seeing this, Yan Lingji and the others could only put away their weapons and stare coldly at Bai Yifei.

"They may not be able to help me, but there is someone who can, isn't there?"

Tianze revealed a cold smile and stepped aside slightly, revealing the Crown Prince, who was surrounded by poisonous gas inside the hall behind him.

Upon seeing this, a hint of apprehension flashed in Bai Yifei's eyes. He and Ji Wuye shared a common goal: the Crown Prince Han.

Only if a useless person like the Crown Prince of Han becomes the King of Han can he continue to maintain his power.

"It seems you haven't lost your mind because of your temporary freedom, which I'm glad about. I hope you can maintain this and remember who holds your life in their hands!"

Bai Yifei casually tossed the medicine bottle in his hand to Tianze.

"Snapped."

Tianze caught the bottle containing the temporary antidote, his fists clenched tightly, the chains around his body clanging, showing his current frenzied state of mind.

No one would be happy to have their life and death controlled by others, but fortunately, he had some bargaining chips in his hands.

However, Tianze also understood that Prince Han could only make Bai Yifei hesitate to act against him. If Bai Yifei really angered him, he would not care about Prince Han's life or death.

Therefore, he had to find a way to get rid of the poison in his body.

"Don't try to break free of the ropes, that will only extinguish the last bit of hope in your heart."

Bai Yifei seemed to have read Tianze's mind, and reminded him...

"The Crown Prince cannot die; that's the bottom line."

After speaking, Bai Yifei glanced at Yan Lingji, a hint of appreciation flashing in his cold eyes, but he quickly returned to his previous indifference.

The flames of Yan Ling Ji stirred something within his cold blood. Perhaps he could give them to Xu Qing so that Xu Qing could use the other's blood to develop a medicine to cure his illness.

However, now is not the time to capture them; we'll have to wait until another day.

Facing Bai Yifei's gaze, Yan Lingji's face turned cold, and she slightly raised her hand, flames flickering in her palm as she stared fiercely at Bai Yifei.

She hated this guy, especially his eyes, which reminded her of how she felt when she was being watched in the water dungeon.

Then she thought of Xu Qing. Although his gaze was also very direct, it was so direct that it didn't annoy her.

(End of this chapter)