In the dim candlelight, Jin Jiande's face was deathly pale, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he were having a sweet dream.
Compared to Prince Qing's slightly distorted face, his expression was serene.
But there is no doubt that he is indeed dead.
Prince Qing's legs went weak, and he leaned against the bed railing, wailing loudly, but he dared not reach out to touch the corpse.
Those around him remained silent, heads bowed, not daring to utter a word.
After wailing for a while, Prince Qing suddenly turned around and roared at the servants:
"How could my son have become like this?!"
"How could he... how could he die?!"
The servants stammered, none daring to speak first. This caused Prince Qing's anger to erupt amidst his grief. He flung his sleeves and roared:
"If you don't speak, drag them all away and behead them!"
"Kill them all!!"
These words sent a shiver down everyone's spines, and one of the maids immediately sobbed as she said:
"Your Highness, the Second Prince was not feeling well when he returned to the manor. A doctor has already been summoned to examine him, and the doctor said that he will be fine as long as he rests properly."
"But the Second Prince refuses to take his medicine or eat. He fainted shortly after waking up last night..."
At this point, Prince Qing roared:
"fart!"
"He was perfectly fine when he left Nangang, how could he be in bad shape! It's only been a few days! How could he have died so inexplicably!"
As he spoke, Prince Qing rushed forward and ran to the bedside, pulling back the blanket covering Jin Jiande.
As the blanket was lifted, his pupils contracted, and he discovered that his son's severed leg was wrapped in layers of white cloth, which was covered in blood, soaking the bedding as well.
He looked up and saw that there were still several bloodstains on Jin Jiande's face. He hadn't seen them clearly in his grief, but now he realized that something was wrong with his son.
A fierce rage ignited in Prince Qing's eyes. He reached out and peeled off Jin Jiande's clothes. As the layers of clothing were removed, bruises with a bluish-purple tinge appeared before his eyes.
Upon seeing these bruises, Prince Qing's breathing became increasingly heavy, veins bulged on his forehead, his teeth clenched so tightly they cracked, and his face contorted like that of a ferocious beast, his hands clenched into fists.
The servants were trembling with fear.
Immediately afterwards, with a loud "bang," Prince Qing slammed his fist on the edge of the bed, and a thunderous roar erupted from his mouth:
"Who?! Who did this?!"
"He's my son! My only son! Who could have done such a terrible thing to my son?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the sound of running footsteps came from outside the door, followed immediately by panicked shouts:
"What are you doing?! We are His Majesty's imperial guards! Get out of the way!"
Several guards outside the door wanted to go out, but they were blocked by the assassins of the Thousand Machine Camp.
At that moment, a servant also spoke up with his head bowed, stammering as he said to the enraged Prince Qing:
"Your Highness, the Second Prince was escorted back by people from the palace. When he returned, he was already covered in injuries."
As soon as he finished speaking, Prince Qing's eyes widened in disbelief.
Then, he grabbed the servant by the collar and roared:
"Impossible! You're lying to me! This can't be!"
The servant's legs went weak with fright, and he hurriedly said, "I'm not lying to you, Your Highness. Everyone in the manor knows this."
"Those guards are there to watch over the Second Prince. They...they won't let the Second Prince leave his room."
Prince Qing froze, trembling as he loosened his grip on the servant's collar. The servant collapsed to the ground, his face ashen with terror.
A dizzying sensation washed over him. Prince Qing gasped for breath, his eyes bloodshot, and he swayed as if about to collapse. Fortunately, a quick-witted servant stepped forward to support him, preventing him from falling to the ground.
After a dozen or so breaths, he said, breathless:
"Bring those...those beasts here to me."
Immediately, the assassins disarmed the guards, bound them tightly, and carried them into the room. Upon seeing Prince Qing, they immediately cried out in panic:
"Your Highness, we are only here on His Majesty's orders to temporarily look after the Second Prince. We had no idea that such a thing would happen to him."
Prince Qing's face was ashen, as if covered by a layer of black mist. He stared with bloodshot eyes and with a "whoosh," he pulled a knife from the waist of one of the assassins.
"You've already made a move?" He shoved the servant aside, staggered forward, and asked sternly.
"No, no, Your Highness, we are only here to keep watch. We haven't even touched the Second Prince."
"It has nothing to do with us, Your Highness, please don't..."
Before he could finish speaking, Prince Qing suddenly slashed the defending guard across the face with his sword.
"puff!"
Blood splattered everywhere as the blade slashed diagonally across the guard's face, embedding itself deeply into the bone beneath his skin. The guard couldn't even groan before he died on the spot.
The remaining three guards were terrified, one of them shouting in a panic:
"Your Highness, we didn't lay a hand on him. It was someone else who injured the Second Prince; it has nothing to do with us!"
"We are only here on His Majesty's orders."
At that moment, Prince Qing was standing on the face of the guard who had been hacked to death, struggling to pull out the knife that was stuck deep in his skull. As soon as the knife was pulled out, he turned around and slashed out again!
Seeing the knife coming at him, the guard hurriedly dodged to the side, but how could he nimbly dodge while kneeling on the ground and bound?
A scream of agony rang out.
The blade sliced off his entire right ear, splattering blood everywhere. Prince Qing then swung his blade again, shouting shrilly:
"This is my son, Jin Weizun!"
With a "snap," the blade struck the guard in the eyes, and the guard fell to the ground.
Seeing how ruthless Prince Qing was, the remaining two knew that there was no point in saying anything, so they immediately lay on the ground and rolled around incessantly.
Prince Qing rushed forward and slashed at them one after another with his sword!
"ah!!"
"don't want!"
"Your Highness! Spare my life!"
Prince Qing seemed oblivious to the cries of agony, continuing his frenzied hacking spree while roaring incessantly:
"This is my last son!"
"How dare you take his life?!"
The gleaming blades flashed up and down, slashing two guards multiple times. Their flesh was torn and torn from their bodies and faces, and the ground was stained red with blood. The cries of agony gradually faded away, but Prince Qing still did not stop.
The maids and servants nearby were trembling with fear, while the quick-witted servant who had previously helped Prince Qing hurriedly tried to comfort him:
"Your Highness, they are already dead. Please don't upset yourself..."
But to everyone's surprise, the moment the words left his mouth...
Prince Qing suddenly sprang up and slashed at his throat with his sword!
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