Chen Xuan woke up one day to suddenly find himself transformed into a black dragon, a black dragon coiled above a certain child's head...
Zhao Qian was extremely excited.
As the crown prince of Zhao State and the eldest son of King Zhao Daoxiang, although he still looks young, he still has his own plans.
If the Le brothers were in charge of the world before, he would naturally not show up, and he would even have to hide and pretend to be stupid to avoid being killed as the one who stood out.
Zhao Qian does not have this worry now. Since Le Jian, the only surviving brother of the Le family, was executed yesterday, no one can threaten the authority of his father, King Zhao Daoxiang.
Although the changes only lasted for one day and one night, Zhao Qian's heart had already gone through countless emotions. Although he was excited now, he still hid it and dared not show it.
Leading the way in front of him was a skeleton, that is, a Zhao cavalry archer under the command of King Zhao Daoxiang.
Although Zhao Qian had heard it many times, in a sense, he was much better than King Zhao Daoxiang.
Le Jian rebelled yesterday, and the new king he wanted to establish was him, Zhao Qian!
Zhao Qian could no longer afford to be distracted. The bedroom in front of him still showed the tragedy of yesterday. The faint smell of blood gave Zhao Qian a chill.
The bedroom in front of him seemed to have changed its appearance, which made Zhao Qian's enthusiasm dissipate by half, like pouring cold water on a hot fire, and he no longer felt excited at all.
What kind of feeling was this? Words couldn't quite describe it. Something in his heart seemed to urge him to run, to escape, but the allure of royal power forced him to stay.
It was clearly a conversation between father and son, and he just called him over to share his excitement, so why did this kind of emotion arise?
Zhao Qian didn't know and didn't dare to think about it. Although he was confident that no one had seen his plan with Le Jian, the current situation made Zhao Qian a little suspicious.
However, the Zhao cavalry archer in front of him was staring at him, pointing the bronze spear in his hand at the bedroom, signaling Zhao Qian to go in.
It is not his choice to go in or not.
Yesterday, his father took control of the entire Handan with lightning speed. How could he let him, a prince without any "power", escape?
Today, we have to advance whether we want to or not.
It's going to be alright, it's definitely going to be alright!
Zhao Qian could only comfort himself in this way. His heart was already panicked and confused.
The place was filled with darkness. I didn't know whether it was because the bedroom didn't let in sunlight, or because of yesterday's fighting that made the place dark.
In Zhao Qian's eyes, all of this was blurry, as blurry as a handful of dust scattered in the air and flying into his eyes.
The wisps of smoke drifted in the air, mixed with the dust, which made Zhao Qian's already depressed heart even more depressed.
"Coming?"
King Zhao Daoxiang's words finally woke Zhao Qian up. In his dim eyes, he could only see a vague shadow.
"Your son pays homage to the king, father. May your father live a long life." Zhao Qian knelt on the ground, increasingly afraid to look up at King Zhao Daoxiang.
The current King Zhao Daoxiang exudes an indescribable aura, which is like iron and stone, pressing down on Zhao Qian.
It was dark, and there was a feeling of darkness everywhere. Zhao Qian hadn't felt this kind of oppression for a long time.
Even when it was Le Jian, he discussed and planned with him with a smile. At that time, he was just trying to lure people with benefits. He was nothing like King Zhao Daoxiang, who seemed to want to kill him.
"Qian'er, did that rebellion yesterday hurt you?"
Although these were words of concern, they made Zhao Qian shudder. He seemed to sense murderous intent in these words.
Zhao Qian had never been to the battlefield. Even when the Qin Dynasty besieged Handan or Le Jian rebelled, he had never felt this way.
Although they are obviously biological son, he feels like he has a mortal enemy with whom he has a grudge, and he wishes to cut him and Zhao Qian into pieces.
"I hid in the palace yesterday and was unable to accompany my father..." Zhao Qian seemed to choke up, tears streaming down his face. "...If that traitor had truly done something unspeakable, I would have fought with him and died."
"Qian'er is thoughtful." Zhao Qian still couldn't see King Zhao Daoxiang's appearance clearly. He just raised his head through tears and seemed to see several people "lying" beside King Zhao Daoxiang.
That "person" was also strange and bold. He was piled up there like clothes, several of them mixed together, and "lying" next to King Zhao Daoxiang.
Or maybe it was not a so-called "person", but a human skin that was taken off and placed next to King Zhao Daoxiang.
Zhao Qian didn't know, he could only deceive himself. Those were the skins of the main culprits such as Le Jian. Their crimes were too serious, and King Zhao Daoxiang wanted to peel off their skins and keep them beside him, stepping on them all the time.
He was sweating. The temperature here was not high, and it was even a little colder. Even so, Zhao Qian was sweating, soaking his entire clothes.
"Your son has only done his duty. Now that I know my father is fine, I am... already crying with joy." Zhao Qian didn't know how to respond. The only thing in his mind now was the name "Human Skin".
Fear has filled Zhao Qian's heart, and terror has become a frequent visitor in Zhao Qian's mind. It was obviously just reminiscing about the past, just reminiscing about the past.
"Qian'er, come up here and let me take a good look at my son, the prince."
Can’t get through!
These words popped up in Zhao Qian's mind, and then instantly filled his entire body.
But now that things have come to this, there is no reason to regret. Besides, King Zhao Daoxiang can't do anything to him, and probably won't do anything to him.
Even a tiger will not eat its own cubs, let alone humans?
"Your son...your son..." Zhao Qian's feet went numb, and he didn't dare to stand up. He couldn't stand up either.
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