When the two guards rushed forward, Luo Jia had already fallen to the ground, hesitating.
Two poisonous needles.
There is no time for it to happen.
He didn't know how long he had endured it, how long he had suppressed it... No wonder he kept speaking intermittently, and his injury was not as serious as Luo Jia expected!
He threw himself on the ground, laughing loudly at the fatal blow.
So enjoyable.
Concubine Lin Xian was completely stunned: "Your Majesty... why are you doing this... why..."
"Mother Concubine... Mother Concubine, hahaha, I finally achieved my goal... He deserves to die... Father, he deserves to die... I have nothing left... He is hypocritical, I don't want to be a prisoner all my life...
"
Yes, even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will be a prisoner for the rest of your life.
Let alone a prince, even if he is a prince, it is impossible.
He has been waiting for this moment for too long - even his ambition, even his flesh and blood, have completely turned into deep-seated hatred!
As early as the moment when he was relegated to the fiefdom, from the fight between Pingcheng and the prince, to this time the decisive battle in Qingzhou - all the affection has turned into hatred.
All the waiting is for this moment - to get what you want.
He was so excited that he opened his eyes wide and looked at his father with a smile: "Hahaha...Father, this is your retribution, retribution...Hahaha, I warned you a long time ago, you will definitely die in Qingzhou, you
But I don’t believe in evil... Hahaha, Father, it’s just that you are too young
Look at me..." He used up all his strength, so angry and so happy, "You have always underestimated me, treating me as a weakling, as a weakling with no merit... This is your retribution... You must pay
The price...hahahaha..."
He laughed hoarsely.
Luo Jia's vision was blurry.
My hands were completely numb, but my mind was so clear.
Taizu died in the clouds, Taizong died in Pingcheng, and you will die in Qingzhou.
——
It is indeed fate!
No one can escape the entanglement of fate.
Even if they win, even if there is the last trace of affection between father and son - they cannot escape that terrible fate.