Chapter 236 Who to pass it to
The emperor's face was as cold as frost. "I will never pass the throne to a cruel and inhuman evildoer like you."
Zhao Bixiang turned around and sneered, "If you don't pass it to me, who will you pass it to?"
After saying that, he ordered the shadow guard beside him: "Bring the person up."
"yes!"
The black-clad shadow guard took the order and left.
After a while, the seven princes who had not yet left the palace to start their own residence were brought to the imperial study.
Everyone's face was filled with fear, and the two youngest ones burst into tears as soon as they saw the emperor.
"Wow, Father..."
The emperor clenched his fists.
Zhao Bixiang bent down and picked up a royal guard's sword. He walked up to the eldest of the seven princes and asked the emperor, "Pass it on to Xiaowu?"
After saying this, without waiting for the emperor to reply, he raised his sword and chopped off the fifth prince's neck.
"ah!--"
The two little princes screamed.
The other princes' faces instantly lost color and turned as pale as snow.
Zhao Bixiang took a step forward and swung his knife again.
"Or Xiaoliu?"
"Stop it! You evil beast!"
Blood was surging in the emperor's eyes.
"You're even going to harm your own brother!"
Zhao Bixiang sneered, "Look at what Father said. Isn't fratricide a long-standing tradition in our royal family? Didn't you ascend to the throne by stepping on the corpses of your own brothers?"
"If you, Father, are willing to write the imperial edict of succession, why would they risk their lives?"
After saying this, he continued forward and took the life of another prince.
The other princes came to their senses and shouted to the emperor: "Father! Save us!"
The emperor closed his eyes.
There is no way this evil creature will let them go.
Once the decree of succession is written, not only will they die, but he will also die.
He still has a chance to turn the tables, he can't just lose his life in vain.
Zhao Bixiang turned around, looked at the remaining four people, and said with pity: "It's a pity that the emperor didn't want you to survive."
He immediately gave a look to the shadow guard who was holding the four people hostage.
The shadow guard swept his sword and cut the throats of the four men.
Zhao Bixiang glanced at the corpses on the ground and said meaningfully, "Father, you don't care about Xiaowu and the others' lives, but you should at least care about the Queen's life."
The emperor suddenly opened his eyes.
"Bring the Queen here." Zhao Bixiang chuckled. "Come to think of it, I've never even seen this Queen Mother. I wonder what kind of beauty the one my father is thinking of is, and whether she can withstand a few lashes from me."
The emperor's face turned pale.
The black-clad shadow guard took the order and left, returning empty-handed.
Zhao Bixiang's face darkened slightly: "Didn't catch anyone?"
The man in black nodded and said, "He's not in Fengyi Palace. The palace servants said he climbed over the wall and escaped. He hasn't been found yet."
The emperor's shoulders relaxed slightly.
Zhao Bixiang happened to catch his expression and sneered, "Father is truly devoted to the Empress. When something happened in the palace, he only cared about saving the Empress and didn't care about the lives of his brothers."
"When father passes away, I will make sure the queen is buried with you."
He did not continue to force the emperor to write an edict of succession, but instead held the emperor's life in his hands and threatened the commander of the imperial guards: "Open the palace gate."
The commander of the Imperial Guards dared not disobey.
As soon as the palace gate opened, Zhao Bixiang threatened him again: "Open the city gate."
City gate...
The commander of the Imperial Guards looked at the emperor for help.
It doesn't matter if the palace gate is open, the Royal Guards can still protect the palace, but once the city gate is opened and refugees pour in, it will be hard to say.
The emperor gritted his teeth and said, "Listen to him."
The commander of the Royal Guards took the order and left.
Zhao Bixiang mocked, "Father claims to be a wise ruler, but he disregards the lives of the people of this city just to save himself."
The emperor said nothing.
While waiting for the refugees to pour into the capital, Zhao Bixiang was not idle either.
He ordered his men to bring the second, third and fourth princes, who were living outside the palace, into the palace.
The third prince was awakened by the gunshots in the palace and immediately summoned his staff to discuss the matter.
He was confined to the palace and had only a few dozen guards at his disposal, so he couldn't rescue the emperor even if he wanted to.
His staff advised him to protect himself and wait and see what would happen, so he stayed in the mansion, paying attention to what was happening outside, thinking that if the rebels came in, he would escape immediately.
Unexpectedly, he was captured by the assassins who broke into the mansion and brought to the palace.
Seeing his father being held at knifepoint while his elder brother Zhao Bixiang, whom he had not seen for a long time, was sitting leisurely beside him, playing with beads, he felt very disappointed.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to greet her, his fourth brother's voice rang in his ears: "Big brother, are you back to the palace?"
His tone was full of excitement.
"I've always wanted to visit you at Anguo Temple, but unfortunately the Imperial Guards wouldn't let me in. It's just in time that you're back. I just got two jars of good wine, so we can have a good time together."
The Third Prince: “…”
If anyone says that his fourth brother is a good-for-nothing, he will be the first to object!
This quick reaction and the speed of sliding to his knees are ten times faster than his.
Zhao Bixiang looked up at the smiling Fourth Prince and sneered, "With so many of your brothers' corpses lying before you, you still have the energy to drink?"
The Fourth Prince laughed and said, "I come from a humble background. They all look down on me and often mock me. Of course, I will celebrate their death."
"They look down on you, so I look down on you?"
Zhao Bixiang sneered.
"I hate people who are more pretentious than me."
After saying that, he raised his hand and shot out an arrow from his sleeve, hitting the Fourth Prince in the chest.
The Fourth Prince just cried out in pain when his throat suddenly tightened, his breathing was choked, and he fell to the ground and died.
The Third Prince: “!!!”
He swallowed and swallowed back his flattering words.
Zhao Bixiang looked at the Second Prince, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you silent, Second Prince?"
The second prince lowered his head and said nothing.
"It seems that the second prince is a sensible man." Zhao Bixiang said, and shot an arrow at the second prince.
Third Prince: (☉д⊙)
You’ll die if you try to please me, and you’ll die if you don’t. You’ll die either way, right?
"Brother, please, let me be a commoner. Even if you banish me to the frontier, I will never get in your way."
He said in a trembling voice.
"We are brothers, there is no need to kill each other, right?"
Zhao Bixiang sneered: "Do you know who I hated the most when I was a child?"
The third prince's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be him?
"You."
Zhao Bixiang's smile faded.
"The Emperor dotes on you, Concubine Wu loves you, the Imperial Tutor holds you in high esteem, and even if you stumble while walking, the palace maids will praise you for your beautiful fall. If I make a mistake in writing a single character, I'll be criticized."
"Every time I see your innocent smile, I want to push you down the stairs, break every bone in your body, and make you wish you were neither alive nor dead."
The third prince felt a sudden chill on his back.
Zhao Bixiang changed the subject: "But that was a childhood thing. I don't think so now."
Don't you hate him now?
Just as the third prince was thinking this, a sleeve arrow shot towards his abdomen.
He dodged subconsciously, but was held down by the shadow guard and was hit by the arrow.
"Now, I can let you die more quickly."
Zhao Bixiang said lightly.
The third prince fell to the ground with a bang.
Zhao Bixiang looked towards the palace gate and frowned, "Why is it so slow?"
An hour has passed, and his men haven't entered the palace yet?
Outside the city, there was a bloody atmosphere.
Admiral Xuan looked at the rebels, most of whom were dead or wounded, and said to the slender figure on horseback in front of him, "General Ji, we will leave this place to our Third Battalion. You will go to the palace to defend the king first."
"good."
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