“Are you trying to send all of my king’s heirs into this meat grinder?”
Although Jiayuan I’s tone was calm, Zat Wanliu rushed to an endless chill like a man’s back.
“I am guilty of death!”
Zatvanliu did not hesitate to directly stop all the sins.
For this, he had long been prepared in his heart, and since he had already given sweets before, this hand of stick naturally came to him without surprise.
“You are indeed guilty of a capital offence!”
“This king originally wanted to keep Yun Hai away from the centre of this pillow of power struggle and let him live an ordinary life.”
“Why do you want to bring him in again.”
“Do you want to bury all of the king’s heirs?”
The guards around them heard the king’s anger and their icy gaze was fixed on Zatvanliu, their hands already ready.
At this moment, if His Majesty gave the order, they would take Zatwanliu down!
Zat Wanliu pressed his forehead to the ground with a deadly grimace: “Your Majesty, Yun Hai is also your bloodline, the royal bloodline of the royal family that he has left in his bones!”
“This is his life, Your Majesty, please think twice!”
He had already burst into old tears after saying that.
The king’s words were a complete attempt to cut off Zat Baikha’s path to the throne, and if Zat Baikha had not known what he was doing, it would have been fine, but now the arrow was on the string and he had to go.
It would have been worse than killing him to cut him off completely.
But his words also enraged Jiayuan I: “How dare you!”
“His life is up to the widow, it is his life to be a commoner and enjoy glory and wealth.”
“Someone, Lord Zat is a little tired, take him down to rest!”
Although Zat Wanliu kowtowed repeatedly, Jiayuan I remained indifferent.
By the time the guards stood Zat Wanliu up.
“Your Majesty, please think twice!”
“If the Princess Fuchsha were alive, she would have begged you the same way, O Your Majesty.”
Hearing this surname, Jiayuan I’s complexion suddenly changed, and his originally angry face became complicated.
That afternoon, the news that Zatvanliu had been racked out of the palace with his head covered in blood spread throughout the circle.
Just when everyone was curious about the matter, a sudden transfer order was issued within the palace.
In the Grand Prince’s chambers, all kinds of valuable antiques were already broken into pieces.
“What did Father think of this?”
“To transfer the border affairs to reach out of the royal capital, I am not the equivalent of breaking an arm.
This old b*****d, matters to suppress me to make way for other sons?”
“I am the eldest son!”
He roared under his breath, and his eyes were bloodshot, his fierce expression like that of a ferocious beast from hell.
He had never imagined that the king would transfer Zat Wanliu away from the centre of power to sit at the border.
This move had undoubtedly reduced the Grand Prince’s strength by half.
The main thing was that the Finance Minister’s defection still required Zatvanliu to be connected to him.
“This old b*****d, he’s dying and still doesn’t make a first wife.”
“Ah, you old thing, go to hell!”
The Grand Prince held a long sword and saw the portrait of Jiayuan I in front of him chopped directly to fine pieces.
When Wen Qiang arrived and saw the place in a mess, he could not help but frown.
“Your Highness, please calm down a little, there might be something else going on in this matter!”
As the words fell, the Grand Prince stared at Wen Qiang with murderous fury, “Calm down, how do you expect me to calm down.”
“Look at the stupid things this old undead thing has done.
Is he trying to force me to die?”
After saying that his whole body stepped on the pieces of the portrait.
The toes rubbed together with cackling thought!
“Your Highness, listen to me, you must not lose yourself now, or you are giving Third and Sixth Highnesses a chance.”
“Your Highness has not done anything out of the ordinary, and you are the firstborn son.
His Majesty would not target you for no reason.”