"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."

Di Junlan looked at the Fifth Prince, who was on the verge of death, especially the bloodstains on his body.

His gaze fell on the minister beside him, Ming Qingxuan; he knew this person.

Ah Jin's former military unit members, who were wounded on the battlefield, participated in the Censorate's assessment upon their return...

He climbed to this position in just three years.

"You did this?"

A dark glint flashed in Ming Qingxuan's eyes as his gaze fell on the person bound to the side, whose body was covered in blood.

"Your Majesty, it was I who did it."

This person deserves to be severely tortured for rebelling, so that the regent will be in trouble. The fact that he didn't turn him into a human pig shows that he was already being very lenient.

As for the man in front of him, he was the ruler, and he was the subject. If this man hadn't been someone the master cared about, he might have directly blamed him.

Why should the master die just because this person is someone the master cares about?

"Get out, I'm here alone."

"yes."

Ming Qingxuan left, closed the door, and stayed outside.

Not long after, he heard a very soft sound, a hoarse hoarse sound.

Ming Qingxuan had no idea what His Majesty was doing inside, so he looked around.

If the general hadn't returned and hadn't become regent, would he have avoided this situation? Would he have also avoided meeting His Majesty?

Everyone says that His Majesty only softened his heart towards him because he was persistent.

But it was this soft heart that cost him his life.

He originally wanted to resign, but then he remembered the general's teachings: if one is in a high position, one should think about the people and put everything else aside; one should have great love.

...

"Royal brother..."

"I am your elder brother."

Di Junlan looked at the person who was speaking with his last bit of strength, holding a small curved knife in his hand, about the size of a finger, covered with countless sharp iron spikes.

"Royal brother?"

"When you sent someone to assassinate me, did you ever consider that I am your ninth brother?"

"Fifth Brother, when I treat someone, as long as they are good to me, I will naturally show them some care."

"You took care of me back then, so I didn't exile you and allowed you to continue being the Fifth Prince. But what about now?"

"How will you repay me?"

The sharp scimitar sliced ​​across his chest, causing the man to cry out in pain.

"Waaah... I was wrong, brother..."

Di Junlan's eyes were cold as he sliced ​​through the shoulder blade with his curved blade, listening to the painful cry, "Does it hurt?"

His Ah Jin was shot through the heart with an arrow, which was even more painful than this.

The stab was slowly inserted into his heart. The Fifth Prince's voice was weak, barely audible, as he whispered, "Kill me..."

"Kill you?"

"Didn't I say I would make you wish you were dead?"

The body was riddled with holes. When Ming Qingxuan entered, he saw a person who had fainted, especially since they were covered in blood.

Di Junlan wiped his hands and threw the handkerchief at the Fifth Prince. "Have the imperial physician come and keep him alive."

Ming Qingxuan responded, "Yes."

After seeing Di Junlan off, Ming Qingxuan glanced at the wounds, his pupils filled with shock.

These methods are many times more painful than the tortures they usually use...

Staring at the doorway, Ming Qingxuan wondered, "Does His Majesty truly love the General?"

Not long after, the Fifth Prince died.

People who would have difficulty even committing suicide by biting their tongues were tortured to death like that.

Ming Qingxuan looked at the man who remained expressionless, the dead man was his own brother... while His Majesty looked at him like trash.

The Imperial Study.

"Don't those Western Region wizards like to raise insects?"

Are there many insects in Yumen?

Yu Jing'er nodded, "What does Your Majesty want to do? There are plenty of insects."

"Let them experience the feeling of being torn apart by Gu worms." Then, after a moment's thought, he calmly added, "Oh, and remember to place it on their hearts."

Yu Jing'er looked at the calm-faced man. Murong Jin was right. After she died, this man became someone they hardly recognized.

I used to talk back to them, but now I have a presence that makes them feel like I can't look up to me.

He has changed, but he is no longer the same Emperor Junlan he once was.

He's become like a good monarch, but he's not the same person he used to be.

Yu Jing'er respectfully replied to Emperor Junlan, "Yes."

She should now treat Emperor Junlan with the same courtesy due to a ruler.

After leaving the Imperial Study, seeing An Kesen standing guard there, he said, "I'm going back to Yumen."

"I'll have someone follow you."

Yu Jing'er shook her head, "No need, you take good care of His Majesty, he is not the same as before."

Ankersen nodded. "Okay."

The Golden Palace resumed its court sessions half a month after Murong Jin's burial.

The minister below stared at the memorial that had been thrown down. "Lord Wen," he said, "I have said that if you can't even handle such a small matter, you can retire early and return to your hometown."

"And Lord Chen, if you can't resolve this matter, I'll deal with you first."

The others trembled. Ever since the Regent left, His Majesty must have become brutal. He used to smile and deal with you, but now he uses the same methods as the Regent.

(If you can't handle this, I'll kill you.)

If you can't solve it, I'll solve it for you.

Afterwards, the Prince of Zhenbei, who was attending court for the first time, proposed to retire and return to his hometown. His Majesty arranged some things for him... and allowed him to travel around the world.

The Regent's Palace was deserted. Most people had been sent away, leaving only a few old stewards. Those without relatives stayed behind to maintain the palace.

...

Jiangnan.

When Murong Jin woke up, they had already arrived.

"Master, we have arrived in Jiangnan."

Murong Jin has been a bit sleepy lately, but her appetite is good; the little one in her belly hasn't been bothering her.

Murong Jin looked out the car window at the beautiful scenery and said, "Mm."

Jin Jiu sat beside Murong Jin and asked, "Master, did the young master cause you any trouble?"

"It's alright." The little devil in her belly is almost three months old, and she has been dead for almost a month. It did take quite a while to slowly travel from the capital.

“It’s already autumn here, and we need to find a place to live and get our residency status.”

"Let's buy a estate and open shops here."

"I'll live here under an assumed name from now on."

Jinjiu nodded, then immediately changed her tune, "Yes, Miss."

Murong Jin smiled slightly as she looked up at the blue sky and white clouds.

Miss.

She liked this nickname.

From now on, she will be Miss Murong, no longer anyone's young master, no longer anyone's general, and no longer anyone's regent.