He sneered and said, "In this regard, you are quite like Father Emperor."
King Chun paused in his action of cutting ingredients, but soon resumed as usual, his grip on the black iron kitchen knife as steady as a rock, slicing the jade mushrooms into thin slices like cicada wings.
King Gong continued, "For the Imperial Throne, what have you done? You've done nothing—only cooking. As for me, long ago, I started planning and plotting. Li Rui thought he was smart, placing assassins in Li Xuanjing's mansion, so I sent people to infiltrate the Li Family and kill Li Xuanjing's foolish son. Unfortunately, he managed to escape. You thought that attempt to assassinate Li Xuanjing's family was by Li Rui? Fool! That was my handiwork. You pair of fools, when have you not been played by me at my whim? Tell me, do you think you deserve to be Emperor?"
King Chun's expression remained calm, methodically placing the cut ingredients into the soup pot.
