Chapter 438: Father and son love (3)

The prince bowed his head dumbly and closed his eyes. Please remember my URL:
What else can he say?
After many years of business, I have exhausted my mind, and even done violent things. In the end, it turned out to be just a joke in the eyes of others.
He is worthless to lose, so what is his life for?
Now they all told him that they had never planned to him. He was fighting for things that he had spent his entire life. In their eyes, they were worthless. They wanted to take it away at any time, but they didn’t want it at all. He is dead, they don't even bother to pay attention to him!
So he lost the throne himself, didn't they want to fight him?
The prince thought all this was a joke, he himself was a complete joke!
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"
The more he thought about it, the more he found it ridiculous. It was ridiculous that he had put a good prince improper, competing with this group of people who were not on the same level at all. In the end, people didn't put him in the eyes. From beginning to end, he directed and acted alone, treating them as imaginary enemies.
So he fought imaginary enemies for so many years, and finally pushed himself into a dead end, ended up in a rebellious end, ended up with an ageless stigma, hahahaha—
So why is he?
But everything is late, everything is late, late—
He understands this now, what's the use?
Can everything start again? No more, no more!
Nothing can be done again, and he has no chance to start again, no more...
"Hahahaha—"
The prince smiled and smiled. The tears of laughter came out, and his eyes were blurred. He seemed to be able to see the scenery of his past, seeing himself as the prince, one person below ten thousand people, and seeing that he will eventually One day the dragon robe was added and the world was sitting...
He couldn't help murmured: "I am the prince, I am the prince, I am... the throne is mine, mine! What qualifications do you have to grab with me!"
"Go away, go away--"
"This palace is going to destroy your nine races!!"
"No, no, it's me, it's me! Hahahaha—"
The emperor and Su sighed as they looked at the nearly crazy prince.
If you knew today, why bother?
The emperor called someone to come in: "Take the prince down!"
The guards stepped forward to pull the prince, but the prince struggled desperately and shouted: "Who are you? Do you want to murder this palace? I'm going to chop you, chop you--"
"Ahahaha—I am the emperor, I am the emperor—"
"I want you to die, you must die, die—"
The emperor saw that the prince’s eyes were muddy, and he was already crazy, and there was a deep pain in his heart, his throat was sweet, and then there was a huge cough. Su Qizheng on the side hurriedly passed the veil over, but saw that he was put to his mouth by the emperor. On the veil, it was scarlet.
"Brother Huang!" Su Zheng stood up nervously, and hurriedly shouted at the people outside: "Hurry up and pass the imperial doctor!"
The waiter on the side also rushed to bring water to rinse the emperor's mouth.
The emperor rinsed his mouth, and it took a while to relax, and he waved his hand: "I'm fine, take the prince down!"
The guard responded and forced the mad prince out. The emperor closed his eyes painfully watching the scene where the prince was dragged away.
It wasn't until the prince had been dragged away for a long time that he was nowhere to be seen, that the emperor opened his eyes and choked up and said, "Zheng'er, you said, what did I do wrong?"