Upon hearing Feng Qingyang’s words, Lingsu’s expression immediately turned mocking as she looked at him. "Do you think I’m an idiot? If you want to use a borrowed knife to kill someone, you better see if you’re qualified first?" Lingsu sneered.
Playing mind games with her?
That depends on whether he has the strength to match her!
So what if Feng Qingyang is the emperor of the Mortal World?
To her, whether it’s a worldly emperor or an ordinary commoner, they’re all just useless beings unable to cultivate in her eyes.
If not for being a cultivator of the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, unable to casually attack a worldly emperor and entangle herself in karmic consequences, she wouldn’t even bother to argue with Feng Qingyang!
He’s just a scumbag who used her aunt to ascend the throne, does he really think he can hold everyone in the palm of his hand?
Just look at what a pathetic sight he is!
...
Feng Qingyang saw Lingsu’s expression, clearly not taking him seriously at all, and his face turned cold instantly.
"Bold! Who gave you the guts to speak to me like this?" Feng Qingyang blustered, appearing fierce but cowardly at heart.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lingsu suddenly let out a cold humph.
Her slender wrist suddenly lifted forcefully.
The next moment, an invisible hand grabbed Feng Qingyang by the throat, slamming his body into the curio shelf to the side.
"Who gave me the guts, you ask?"
"Feng Qingyang, do I need to remind you who you owe your throne to?"
"Without my aunt, what do you even count for?" Lingsu said disdainfully.
She truly looked down on a man like Feng Qingyang.
If she weren’t forbidden from casually killing him, and if he weren’t Feng Wuchen’s father, she would have just ended him directly.
And upon hearing Lingsu’s words, Feng Qingyang’s face turned aghast, his eyes widening in shock.
"You... you are related to that bitch, Lingxi?" Feng Qingyang said with great difficulty.
He never expected that Lingxi would still have a family.
Didn’t she tell him that she was an orphan?
Seeing Feng Qingyang call Lingxi a bitch, Lingsu immediately slapped him, "Who could be more despicable than you?"
"Don’t test my patience, either write an edict to transfer the throne to Feng Wuchen now or die!" Lingsu said coldly.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang couldn’t help but struggle, "I can write it, but... aren’t you supposed to want me to pass the throne to Feng Qiwu? He’s your aunt’s son."
Feng Qiwu is indeed that bitch’s biological son.
If so, then why does Lingsu want him to pass the throne to the third?
The third has nothing to do with that bitch.
...
"That’s not something you should be asking!" Lingsu had no intention of revealing her relation to Feng Wuchen.
Then she suddenly released Feng Qingyang.
Once freed, Feng Qingyang immediately started coughing violently.
Seeing this, Li Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"
"I am fine." Feng Qingyang forced himself to stand up with an air of authority.
Then he looked at Lingsu, "I can write the edict now, but you must tell me, why pass the throne to the third?"
At this moment, he even suspected that he had gotten it wrong, wondering if Feng Wuchen was actually Lingxi’s son?
But that was completely impossible!
When Feng Qiwu was born, Feng Wuchen wasn’t even around yet!
There’s no way the two could be mistaken.
"Hmph, you should count yourself lucky for having a good son, otherwise you wouldn’t just be stepping down to become the Supreme Emperor!" Lingsu said coldly.
Seeing that Lingsu refused to say anything, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she looked at him, Feng Qingyang had no choice but to move to the writing table and start penning the edict.