"It's broad daylight and you can't catch even one assassin? What's the point of keeping you here anymore?!" Murong Jing angrily slapped his palm on the handle of the red-painted gold faucet chair and said angrily: "Throw them all into the sky prison.

I’ll ask you to kill me the day after tomorrow!”

The twenty-eight guards who were on duty outside Chaofeng Palace in the morning all had blue faces, dull eyes, and despair. Murong Jing's simple words had already sentenced them to death.

None of them complained, and they were led out of the meeting hall indifferently.

None of the ministers who had yet to retire dared to intercede.

Since the emperor ascended the throne, once he has decided something, he will never change it.[

There were hundreds of people gathered in the huge hall, but it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Chen Shouxing reached the center of the hall, knelt down suddenly, and kowtowed three times without saying a word. His expression was filled with grief.

The man did not shed tears lightly. At this time, his eyes were already red and tears were rolling around his eyes.

He felt that although his subordinates had neglected their duties, their crimes were not worthy of death.

How can you kill twenty-eight people at will? Most of them have families, or have elderly parents or younger siblings. Almost the whole family relies on their meager contributions to survive.

Once killed, it is not just as simple as twenty-eight lives.

Chen Shou thought about it again and again and finally made up his mind.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and said: "Your Majesty, I am the commander of the bodyguards. The faults committed by my subordinates today are actually due to my lack of discipline, and they should be borne by me alone. I beg your Majesty to see clearly and spare them."

I am willing to die here." As a leader, he has no ability to protect them. If one person's death can save dozens of lives, then this life is considered worthwhile.

Murong Jing's cold eyes swept over Chen Shou, his expression unwavering.

He carefully stared at the evidence left by the assassin on the white jade plate: three throwing knives and an earring.

Earrings, so the assassin is a woman?

Judging from the figure described by the guards, she indeed looked like a woman.

Suddenly, Murong Jing thought of something, something he had ignored for the past few days. "Come here! Go to Wanyi Palace." He left immediately after saying that he was leaving. He waved his sleeves and ignored everyone in His Highness and the plea he had just made for his subordinates.
Chapter completed!