"Not only will it be fine, but it will also help His Highness Prince Jin produce more new blood, which will be of great benefit to his health."
Hearing this, Li Shimin was completely relieved and felt even more confident about the bloodletting ceremony a few days later.
Three days later, a three-zhang-high altar was built outside Shuozhou City.
Men, women, and children from all over the city gathered at the city gate, kneeling below the altar, their faces full of expectation as they watched the white-haired and white-bearded Immortal Sun preside over justice for them.
They had already heard that Master Sun had come all the way from Chang'an to bleed that beast Li Zhi.
Although Li Zhi was a prince and could not pay with his life, he could at least offer his blood as a sacrifice to the dead, which would be a way of giving them some closure.
Li Zhi, shirtless and carrying a bundle of thorns on his back, knelt upright on the altar, awaiting the time announced by the Imperial Observatory.
Once the appointed time arrives, he will be bled dry by Sun Simiao.
This terrified him, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
“Master Sun… Master Sun… I…”
Sun Simiao responded kindly upon hearing this.
"Your Highness Prince Jin, do not be afraid. It is only two bowls of blood that will be taken. It will not harm your health at all."
"Oh oh oh..."
"Master Sun is a celestial being, I believe you..."
"Your Highness Prince Jin, the time is almost up, and I am about to begin."
"ah……"
"Guards, move His Highness Prince Jin to the bed and bleed him!"
"promise!"
Two hundred-strong guards carried Li Zhi to a couch, then untied the ropes binding him, tied his arms to a wooden stick, and placed a glass bowl under each arm.
Seeing that everything was ready, Sun Simiao immediately pulled out a small knife from the box and slashed Li Zhi's wrists twice.
It's unclear whether Li Zhi overdid it or was too nervous, but his blood pressure rose.
In short, as soon as the two cuts were made, two streams of blood gushed out.
When Li Shimin saw his son's blood splattered in the air, he was so heartbroken that he almost rushed forward to catch it.
Fortunately, the Hundred Cavalrymen were quick-witted and nimble-fingered. They grabbed Li Zhi's wrist, positioned it in the small bowl below, and calmly collected the blood.
But then, they suddenly noticed that Li Zhi's body felt cold. When they looked at him again, they saw that his eyes were closed, as if he were dead...
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