The prince of Zhao, Zhu Shi, who looked like a maniac and laughed arrogantly a moment ago, instantly shook his whole body like chaff and cried for mercy again.
Emperor Qing'an was furious, his eyes were cold, and he showed no mercy.
At this moment, a familiar shout sounded outside the door: "Brother Imperial! Second Brother! You all get out of the way and let me in!"
It was King Zhao who came.
After King Zhao fainted due to his son's anger, he was carried to the bed by his own soldiers. Before the imperial doctor came, King Zhao had already woken up leisurely. When he heard that Zhu Shi had been taken away by the prince, King Zhao felt that his whole body was cold and he crawled to the ground.
Without any regard for dignity, he ran all the way over. Finally he arrived before Zhu Shi was executed.
Zhu Yun recovered from the shock and hurriedly whispered: "Father, the third uncle is here, do you want to see him?"
"See you! Why not?" Emperor Qing'an sneered: "Today I want to see how your third uncle can defend his good son because of the irrefutable evidence!"
Zhu Yun agreed in a low voice and went to open the door himself.
As soon as the door opened, King Zhao stumbled in and knelt on the ground with a plop. Without saying anything, he kowtowed three times. These three heads were kowtowed firmly. When King Zhao raised his head,
His forehead was cut open and blood was seeping out. Matched with King Zhao's miserable expression, it looked very visceral.
The Prince of Zhao escaped the disaster, and was covered in cold sweat as he cried loudly: "Father, you are finally here. Please beg Uncle Emperor for me, please spare me! I was confused for a moment and almost made a big mistake.
.I know my mistake! Spare my life!"
Commander Dong stood aside with an expressionless face, holding a dagger. The dagger had a blue and cold light, and it was obvious at a glance that it was tempered with poison.
King Zhao looked at the dagger and closed his eyes in great pain.
Emperor Qing'an's sullen voice rang in his ears: "You came just in time. Your good son planned carefully and sent someone to kill my personal servant, and then disguised himself as Eunuch Shao to assassinate me. This dagger is highly poisonous.
See blood and seal your throat."
"If I hadn't been vigilant in time today and escaped disaster, I would have issued an obituary now and the whole world would be in mourning."
"You really raised a good son!"
According to the laws of Daqi, assassinating the emperor was a capital crime for annihilating the nine clans.
Back then, the kings of Qin and Han joined forces to cause rebellion, and one of them was executed in the imperial mausoleum, while the other was imprisoned and died of illness. He was lucky enough to escape, and has kept his head low and endured to this day. But he never thought that his own son would be implicated today.
King Zhao's face was filled with misery, and all his pleas for mercy were stuck in his throat and he could not spit them out at all.
Prince Zhao was still crying, "Father, you must save me." Little did he know that his impulsive and reckless behavior would implicate everyone in Prince Zhao's residence.
Emperor Qing'an looked at King Zhao coldly: "According to the laws of Daqi, if the prince of Zhao assassinates the emperor, everyone in the Zhao palace will be implicated and should be executed. I will give you a chance to protect the Zhao palace today."
"You take action yourself and kill this beast. I will pretend that the assassination never happened. You can also take the rest of your children and grandchildren to join the feudal clan."
King Zhao: "..."
Zhu Yun was startled and quickly looked at King Zhao.
Emperor Qing'an's move can be called heart-breaking.
King Zhao only hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and kowtowed in gratitude: "Thank you, brother!" He stood up with a speed that was incompatible with his fat figure, and took the dagger from Commander Dong's hand.
Prince Zhao didn't react for a moment and looked at his biological father with a blank expression.
King Zhao gritted his teeth and without saying a word, he raised his dagger and stabbed the prince of Zhao into the chest.
Sure enough, it was a poison that sealed the throat with blood. The blood spurting out from Prince Zhao's chest was actually black. Prince Zhao's face also turned black in an instant.
Until the moment he died, Prince Zhao still kept his eyes open. Those two eyes protruded outward, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
Zhu Yun witnessed the scene of father and son killing each other with his own eyes. Cold sweat broke out on his back, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he was speechless.
Emperor Qing'an remained expressionless.
A person has to pay the price for what he has done. With what Prince Zhao did, he ended up like this, and it is his own fault.
King Zhao's face turned pale, his whole body was shaking, and he couldn't stop crying. He knelt down again and kowtowed three times. But he couldn't say a word.
Emperor Qing'an slowly opened his mouth: "I keep my word. This matter ends here. You can declare to the outside world that Zhu Shi died suddenly of illness, and choose an open space in the imperial mausoleum to bury him."
"After returning to the capital, immediately take everyone in the Zhao Palace to leave the capital and join the feudal clan. I will only give you five days. If you haven't left after five days, I will treat it as you don't want to leave."
King Zhao seemed to be mute and continued to kowtow without saying anything.
Zhu Yun exhaled heavily and whispered: "Father, all evils disappear after death. I would like to give my cousin a ride."
Emperor Qing'an nodded without any unnecessary expression on his face.
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The bad news of Prince Zhao's "sudden death" quickly reached the ears of Prince Ping, Prince Kang and others.
King Kang's whole body was shaken, and he blurted out: "Why did Prince Zhao suddenly die suddenly?"
Prince Ping recovered from the shock and sighed deeply: "The imperial mausoleum was suddenly sealed before. I inquired privately and it is said that the emperor met an assassin."
It is obvious that the person behind this assassin is the audacious Prince Zhao.
King Kang didn't know what to say. He sighed after a long while and said, "Isn't it good to live well? Why do you have to seek death?"
Emperor Qing'an ascended the throne for several years, controlled the court, sat firmly on the dragon throne, and was very powerful. He was a wise king and wise ruler, even better than the previous emperor. The prince of Zhao actually sent an assassin to assassinate the emperor. Isn't this the old man who is impatient to live with arsenic?
?
To say the least, it was a fluke, and the crown prince Zhu Yun still succeeded to the throne. Under the crown prince, there was also the great grandson Zhu Dong. It was not the turn of King Zhao and his party to sit on the throne!
Prince Ping thought for a moment and said in a low voice: "Prince Zhao's son died suddenly, which shows that the emperor is unwilling to publicize the assassination. In the final analysis, this is a family scandal and should not be publicized."
"The people in the imperial mausoleum today are all from the Zhu family, and there are no foreign ministers. We should keep our mouths shut."
King Kang was the first to agree, and the other princes nodded in agreement: "That's right. It's better not to make such scandals public."
Prince Ping said again: "Let's also go and see off Prince Zhao."
There are empty spaces everywhere in the imperial mausoleum. The prince of Zhao died in an ignoble manner, and the funeral was extremely simple. The body was put into a coffin and buried in a hurry. Not even a tombstone was erected.
King Zhao was overcome with grief and fainted, so he was carried back.
The person in charge of the funeral affairs of Prince Zhao is Prince Zhu Yun.
Prince Ping, Prince Kang and others came and burned a piece of paper in front of the grave. In terms of seniority, they were all the elders of Prince Zhao, so naturally it was inconvenient for them to kowtow.
Even Zhu Yun only squatted down to burn the paper once, and then stood silently in front of the grave for a long time.
