If it wasn't for Jun Wu Xie's decisive maneuvering, Mo Qian Yuan would never be able to take the throne!
Jun Wu Xie cast a glance at the defeated figure held by the guards, and her eyes went back to the one on the throne, to Mo Qian Yuan who looked heroic up on the podium.
"Why do you think he did it?"
The former Emperor paused, and said through gritted teeth: "Greed and ambitions, what more can it be?"
Jun Wu Xie did not shift her glance, "He was your loyal dog, but you reared him into a wolf. You killed his mother, executed his maternal family, and poisoned him. You cornered him too hard, and broke the father and son kinship. You still have the cheek to claim to be his father?"
This was only too familiar to her. In her past life, she had not been treated like a blood related family member either, she was treated like a dog, locked up all the time. Only in this present life, did she learnt from Jun Xian, what a grandfather was like.
