Sure enough, as soon as the clothes were opened, the blood-red mole on Feng Changjin's heart came into his sight.
The size of a mung bean, like a ruby.
Feng Changye used a dagger to gently poke the mole and picked it out.
The next moment, the mole on the tip of the dagger came to life, jumped in the air, and then plunged into Feng Changye's heart.
It was clearly separated by clothes, but it miraculously penetrated the clothes and settled into his heart.
He lowered his head to look at his chest, and then he heard a voice as soft as a child's.
[Master, wuwuwu, I want to cry for a while first. After I’m done crying, I’ll use my mind-reading ability for you, okay? Wuwuwu, my little friend is dead. I’m so sad. Wuwuwu…]
Feng Changye raised his hand and pressed it to his heart, [Okay.]
Then, the child began to sob and cry, saying, "Master, if you find it annoying, you can block out my voice, wuu ...
Feng Changye glanced at Feng Changjin's body and said, "No need to cry."
Just think of it as crying for me.
I hear you send him off for the last time.
He silently wiped the blood off the dagger, stood up, and walked out of the cell step by step.
Walking out of the prison, he put his hands behind his back and looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky.
But no matter how bright the sunlight was, it could not dispel the gloom he was feeling at the moment.
He had just killed his own brother with his own hands.
The reason why his younger brother turned bad was that he was harmed by him and his father.
If he hadn't cried all night, if his father hadn't wanted to move the evil creature, that little brother might have just been a simple and harmless boy...
"Your Majesty, this mute medicine is already cold. If you don't send it to him soon..."
Xiao Yuanzi glanced at his master secretly and stepped forward cautiously.
Dumb medicine?
Feng Changye looked back at the bowl of black medicine that Xiao Yuanzi was holding.
His eyes suddenly felt sore.
He raised his hands to cover his eyes, his voice hoarse, "No need to send him off, Prince Jin... is already dead."
Xiao Yuanzi stared at his master blankly.
Already dead? Was it the master who did it?
What on earth did the master and the King of Jin talk about that made him unable to control his murderous intent and take action himself?
He looked at his master who was covering his eyes with his hands and felt a little distressed.
Who would be willing to kill their own relatives if they were not forced to do so?
It was all the King of Jin's own fault. He had committed so many cruel and inhumane deeds, harming tens of thousands of families. He had caused tens of thousands of parents to lose their children, tens of thousands of wives to lose their husbands, and tens of thousands of hungry children to lose their fathers...
How could the emperor, as the ruler of the world, forgive him for such a crime?
"emperor--"
Little Yuanzi glanced at the executioners waiting to escort Prince Jin to the execution ground not far away and asked cautiously, "Prince Jin is already dead, so what about today's execution ground..."
Feng Changye slowly put down his hand and looked at the executioner.
He opened his mouth and closed it silently.
As the biological brother of Prince Jin, he wanted to bury Prince Jin properly, without damaging his body, and let him leave with dignity.
But as an emperor, he couldn't.
Because tens of thousands of people at the execution ground were still waiting to see this criminal being cut into pieces.
Those tens of thousands of people were not all there to watch the fun. Among them were the parents, wives and children of the 40,000 soldiers at the border who had died at the hands of the King of Jin.
They knelt at the execution ground in mourning before daybreak, waiting to watch the execution. They wanted to use the blood of the culprit, the King of Jin, to let their murdered family members rest in peace.
So, how could he not send Prince Jin there?
How could he let the victims who had been kneeling for several hours not wait for the justice that belonged to them?
He took one last look into the depths of the prison and slowly walked away.
"Prince Jin is my brother. I cannot bear to see him being hacked to pieces alive. Therefore, I, your brother, will personally end his life and send him off. I will leave his body for you to deal with."
“…” The executioner looked at the emperor’s receding back with a face full of confusion and distress.
The emperor killed the Prince of Jin, so how are they going to explain this to the people at the execution ground?
Those people all want to see King Jin suffer and die!
"Alas, my lord, please don't worry. We have to think positively. At least our emperor didn't show favoritism and release the Prince of Jin, right? Let's explain it to the people later. I hope they will understand!"
"That's the only way. When the time comes, we'll tell the people that there are still remnants of Prince Jin's followers hiding around the execution ground, waiting to rescue him at any moment. We're afraid he'll be abducted, so we'll just kill him first and take his body to be executed..."
"Go and take the body. Let's go."
…
Feng Changye returned to the palace in the carriage.
The carriage was shaking, and he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and listening to the little baby in his heart crying.
After a while, the baby's crying gradually stopped.
[Master, I'm done crying. I'm going to activate my mind-reading ability for you now. It's going to be a little noisy at first, so be prepared.]
The child's soft voice sounded.
Feng Changye opened his eyes and said, "Okay."
Then he heard a "ding" sound.
The next moment, the world he could hear changed drastically in an instant!
Before, he could only hear the hawkers outside and the laughter of passing children. But at this moment, his eardrums were filled with all kinds of noises!
There was a woman screaming in her heart—
[Ahhh, that man who just passed by was so handsome. Why should I be a lady? I wish I were a female bandit. I could just rush over and carry him back to our bridal chamber in the mountain stronghold!]
There is a man's obscene voice in his heart——
[Going to the market is so cool, I can mingle in the crowd and pick up girls and squeeze them. Oh, I just took advantage of the chaos and touched her. It felt so good!]
There are the voices of the elderly who are depressed——
[That girl just now was really good at bargaining. She bought two of my wooden combs for five cents. I lost a cent. I feel so bad. One cent could have bought two big steamed buns for my grandson! Oh, I'll go home and carve a few more tonight. My little grandson has a birthday soon, and I have to buy him some candy...]
There is a little girl's voice of grievance——
[Mother is so partial. If she has money, she would rather buy sugar paintings for my younger brother than buy me a hairband. Other girls have new hairbands, but I have to use a hemp rope made from mulberry and hemp. I'm so embarrassed and want to cry...]
…
Warm, evil, aggrieved, vicious...all kinds of voices flooded into Feng Changye's mind, making him feel a splitting headache!
He raised his hands and pressed his head tightly!
The pain that makes your brain feel like it's exploding is a thousand times more unbearable than a migraine!
If the world that he faced when he was six months old was like this, then he could understand why he cried all night long.
As an adult, he could hardly bear it at that moment!
He took a deep breath, and under the guidance of the child, he slowly learned to block out the sounds that were irrelevant to him, and slowly accepted this noisy world.
It took him a full quarter of an hour to gradually adapt.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice that concerned him——
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