214 Blame Your Son

One of the things that the emperor could not tolerate the most was that his own son wanted to curse him to death!

The Crown Prince looked at the little doll under the pillow with a stunned expression!

No matter how stupid he was, he knew what this meant.

"How is that possible, Mister Zhuo? This is framing. Someone is framing me!"

Mister Zhuo said coldly, "You can go and explain to His Majesty!"

In the royal palace, this was the first time the Crown Prince had seen Emperor Chu in months.

In front of Emperor Chu was a small ragdoll.

Cursed spiritual power still surged on it.

Behind the doll was Emperor Chu's name carved on it.

As for the Crown Prince was kneeling on the ground… and beside him was Wei Song.

"Why do you have to do this? I don't have much time left. You can't even wait?" Emperor Chu's voice was filled with suppressed anger.