The next day, on the morning of the 20th, Zhu Yourong summoned Shen Rongxuan and Xiang Xiaoqiang to the palace alone and discussed with them a big or small issue: how to deal with Prince Ananta.
In fact, this issue has always been a sore point for Zhu Yourong. When she thought of this, Zhu Yourong remembered the situation when her grandfather was bombed to death in front of her. Moreover, before Prince Ananta was brought to justice, she only felt hatred in her heart when she thought of Prince Ananta. She felt like she wanted to catch him right now and send him to the gallows to comfort her grandfather's soul. But now that Prince Ananta had caught him, she began to think of the scenes when the two of them were young and played together.
How innocent I was when I was a child! I was innocent, and he was also innocent. When we played together, we just played and laughed. Even when we got annoyed and got quarreled and lost our temper, it was simple, and we reconciled the next day... At that time, The whole world is innocent. But now that everyone has grown up, they have many more thoughts and desires. Every move, every word and every smile has many purposes. This is the biggest difference between adults and children.
However, Zhu Yourong did not expect that Prince Ananta would become so powerful. In order to achieve the goal in his heart, in order to get himself and let his son get the Ming Empire, he would not hesitate to set up a trap to frame people who had no grudges against him. Moreover, after already holding Ting When the frame-up was bad enough, he went even further and used a bomb to kill four people... Even if the explosion that killed grandpa was an accident, the driver in the car and the two people beside the door He must have known that the guards couldn't dodge. In other words, at least three lives were part of his plan...
In the past few days, Zhu Yourong felt sad whenever she thought about this incident. She had been avoiding it intentionally or unintentionally, but Zheng Yucong was always by her side to remind her and urge her to make up her mind as soon as possible. She knew that Cong Cong usually did not dare to be so coercive. What did he want her to do? But this time is different. Grandpa is not only his grandfather, but also Cong Cong's biological grandfather. Cong Cong is a person with a clear distinction between love and hate. Now that he has figured out the truth, he wants revenge. And Cong Cong You're right. Too many people know about our capture of the prince. If we can't hide it for a few days, newspapers will definitely expose it soon. Instead of being passive at that time, it's better to take the initiative to announce it now, and then... use the In Cong's words, it is: "a bang shot".
What's more, now that it has been officially announced that the prince has been captured, the public will naturally demand that he be escorted back to Nanjing for trial as soon as possible. In any case, it will only happen in the past few days. No matter how much you want to escape, you have to face it.
That's how she finally made up her mind. After the throne was properly replaced in Siam, she summoned Shen and went to the palace with them to discuss what to do with them.
What makes Xiang Xiaoqiang very gratified is that although Shen Rongxuan and himself are similar to political enemies, their views can always be consistent on many major issues. What Shen Rongxuan means this time is that first of all, he cannot Return Prince Ananta to Siam. Secondly, Prince Ananta cannot be brought to court. Thirdly, Prince Ananta must disappear from the public eye as soon as possible. As for whether the prince is dead or alive, and how he will die, that is secondary. Problem.
These three opinions are exactly in line with Xiang Xiaoqiang’s views. This time, Ming Dynasty pretended to be Japanese and defrauded Siamese secrets. Neither of these two things can be brought to the table. Once Prince Ananta goes to court, then he will It will definitely be exposed.
Now after the last press conference, the public already knows that the Kuimulang disguised itself as a Japanese ship and deceived Prince Ananta onto the ship. But everyone can understand this, because the situation at that time was that Prince Ananta was hijacked at gunpoint. A boatload of people, and in order to rescue the hostages, no deception method is too much. But later, in order to continuously obtain Siamese secrets, Ming Dynasty always pretended to be Japanese. Once this was revealed, it would be too embarrassing. It would become a political scandal, a "door", and it can easily cause disputes between tomorrow and tomorrow...
Therefore, Xiang Xiaoqiang also fully agreed with Shen Rongxuan's opinion. After hearing this, Shen Rongxuan turned around, glanced at Xiang Xiaoqiang in a friendly manner, and nodded lightly. Xiang Xiaoqiang also bowed slightly humbly.
"Then...the two beloved princes think that Prince Ananta should be..." Zhu Yourong paced gently behind the Huanghuali desk, made a gesture, lowered his head and muttered, "...and secretly imprisoned?" So how do you remove him from the public eye? Announce that he has escaped?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang picked up the tea cup and drank it, thinking deeply without saying anything. He knew that Zhu Yourong was a bit wishful thinking. At this time, her kindness factor came into play again. Prince Ananta had to die. This was not just for Xiang Xiaoqiang personally. Your likes and dislikes are determined by the situation.
But he couldn't say such things. If he said it, he would be suspected of avenging private revenge, so Shen Rongxuan had to let Shen Rongxuan say it.
Sure enough, Shen Rongxuan looked at Xiaoqiang who just lowered his head to drink tea and said nothing. Knowing that he couldn't speak, he smiled and said:
"Your Majesty, governments like the Beiqing and the Soviet Union can secretly detain many people without the public knowing about it for a long time. They can simply order the media not to report on it. But we can't. It's too difficult for us to block any news. Those For the sake of their ideals and fame, reporters have always tried their best to dig out these hidden events and so-called "government conspiracies." They have wide connections, great energy, and are all-pervasive. They can even be said to be more efficient than our official intelligence agencies. Still high... Your Majesty, under such circumstances, it is simply impossible for the government to keep such a big news that Prince Ananta is still alive for a long time without letting it leak out."
Zhu Yourong slowly sat down again, lowered his head and thought deeply. After a while, he asked:
"Then, what do you think we should do?"
Shen Rongxuan held up the tea cup, took a sip, gently scratched the tea leaves, and said lightly:
"For example, the prince realized something was wrong, so he fled with his entourage. During the pursuit, they both lost their footing and fell off the cliff."
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at Shen Rongxuan and thought: Oh, Shen Rongxuan, I really admire him... This was the man who led the ministers and strongly advocated marrying Zhu Yourong to Prince Ananta... Now everyone knows Anant Prince Ta is a wolf, but Shen Rongxuan acted like a normal person, turning around and advocating for him to be the prince, his face unchanged, his heart not beating, as if he was not the one who led the wolf into the house in the first place... I don't know whether to call him thick-skinned or thick-skinned. Talk about good psychological quality...
Zhu Yourong lowered her head and said nothing, just playing with the official kiln tea cup in her hand. After a while, she sighed and said:
"If you put it this way... wouldn't it be a bit... too artificial?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang asked Xiaoqiang to understand what Zhu Yourong meant. That is to say, would it appear that there is no silver in this place? Yes, even though everyone knows that Prince Ananta is good at escaping, the tight guard this time is completely out of control. While under house arrest, he was still able to escape, and he was still able to run to the edge of a cliff and "fall down the cliff". Moreover, two people fell at the same time. It was indeed too fake and contrived.
Since Shen Rongxuan had already said the word "kill" first, it was easy for Xiang Xiaoqiang to continue. He put down the tea cup, sighed, and added in a very sad tone:
"Sigh... Your Majesty, Mr. Shen's idea is still very feasible, but it can be changed a little... Just say that the prince and his entourage were killed during the escape... This will be more credible. Because the prince did not run away. Let's go out. He was spotted by the guard when he climbed over the wall. Then the warning was ineffective and he shot and knocked him down. At this time, the follower continued to run, so the guard also knocked him down. Because it was dark, he couldn't see clearly, so One person was hit in the back and died on the spot, and the other person was hit in the thigh artery and died after resuscitation failed. How about this? This is really true, and no one needs to be responsible. If it is according to what the prince said when he ran out, then it must be Someone has to be responsible, and it would be too unfair to that person."
When he said this, Zhu Yourong and Shen Rongxuan both nodded, thinking it was better. Especially Zhu Yourong, looked at Xiang Xiaoqiang with relief, nodded slightly and smiled, for being so kind to him and considering the fate of a little person, and Quite touching.
Then, Prince Ananta's fate was decided.
…
Prince Ananta has been "protected" in the mountain villa on Zhoushan Island for many days. Every day, a few fixed people come to ask about many things in Siam. Sometimes they are people from the Japanese government, sometimes they are People from the military department. The prince was very excited at first. He felt that even though the Japanese side asked a lot of questions, it also showed that they were very interested in his return to Siam. He also actively cooperated and knew everything. The words are endless.
But as a few days passed, he gradually felt that something was wrong. Those people just asked him endlessly about problems in Siam every day, and the questions became more and more explicit. In the end, many of them had nothing to do with returning to Siam. They also asked questions. It seemed that as long as they were relevant to Siam, they were interested. An unpleasant feeling slowly surrounded him. He felt that the Japanese did not seem to be interested in whether he could return to Siam at all. They were only interested in Siam.
The prince fell into anxiety and confusion. What he was worried about was that if this was the case, his future would be in doubt. Will the Japanese let him "disappear" after squeezing out all his value and not recognize Ananta at all to the outside world? The prince is in Japan? What puzzles him is that Japan has only one purpose in collecting information about Siam, which is to get involved in Siam. But without the banner of Prince Ananta, the Japanese would still be alive in the Ming Dynasty by going to war naked. When things are going well, you want to get involved in Siam? Isn’t that just a foolish dream?
...Why did Japan get so much information about Siam when it couldn't get its hands on Siam? It's not the Ming Dynasty. If the Ming Dynasty did this, it would make sense...
As a result, the prince began to deliberately hold back in recent days. Some of the questions they asked, the prince deliberately gave them wrong and false answers. But those people immediately frowned and showed doubts. The prince also
It was very surprising. These people seemed to know Siam very well, and they immediately recognized the lies they told. The prince began to suspect that these people mixed questions about what they knew and what they didn't know together, so that as long as he lied, it would be very difficult.
It's easy to spot.
Now Prince Ananta clearly feels that his relationship with these Japanese has begun to change. They are no longer the "close cooperation" relationship before, but are on guard against each other, and even a relationship of interrogation and being interrogated.
The friendly masks of those people were being taken off bit by bit, and the prince's insecurity was also increasing bit by bit.
As far as the Ming Dynasty is concerned, the value of Prince Ananta is almost the same now. The most important questions have been asked, and the rest are relatively minor peripheral questions. Some may even cause the prince to
They didn't dare to ask doubtful questions in the first few days, but now they began to ask questions without hesitation. Anyway, it's best if the prince doesn't doubt. If he doubts, he will become suspicious, and it won't be a big problem.
At exactly this time, on the morning of June 21, a seaplane arrived at Zhoushan Port. An inconspicuous naval captain got off the plane, got into an officer's car, and drove out of the port.
After a while, the car drove out of the military port area and drove onto the winding mountain road. After a while, it entered a branching road, and a few minutes later, it drove into the door of a large villa.
This man wearing the uniform of a navy captain is actually Xiang Xiaoqiang’s confidant Hu Jiong.
He brought an order: to execute Prince Ananta by means of "escape and kill", which would be carried out tonight. The order only consisted of a piece of paper, with Xiang Xiaoqiang's signature underneath.
After reading it to the People's Guard agents here, Hu Jiong took out a lighter and burned the order.
…
At around ten o'clock in the evening, Prince Ananta was lying in the bedroom, smoking a cigarette and thinking anxiously about the problem. The window was wide open, and the salty sea breeze kept pouring into the room, which seemed to calm down his almost burning mood. He threw
I put down my cigarette, stood up and looked out the window. The mountains outside were dark, and the sound of the waves below the mountains could be heard faintly. Nearby, in the yard, a black figure slowly walked around with a dark red cigarette butt.
The bright spots are also moving with him.
The prince knew that it was the Japanese spy responsible for monitoring his rear window.
At this time, outside the bedroom door, Pachai's voice sounded quietly, as if he was still very impatient:
"Your Highness... Your Highness..."
Prince Ananta frowned and went to open the door. Pacai flashed in, looked behind him nervously, and closed the door again. Then he took out a newspaper from his arms and handed it to the prince nervously. The prince read under the lamp.
When he arrived, Pachai's face turned pale.
The prince took the newspaper and read it and was stunned. His first reaction was: This is a Chinese newspaper. Then he saw the title: Jinling Business News.
What, it’s a newspaper from the Ming Dynasty? This is Japan, why do people still read Chinese newspapers from the Ming Dynasty?
Pachai's face was as white as a piece of paper, and he pointed tremblingly at a piece of news on it for him to read.
The prince looked over and his face suddenly turned pale. Soon, his hands began to tremble.
This newspaper was from a few days ago. This news is exactly the press conference held in Nanjing. The three departments of the royal family, the investigation team, and the People's Guard jointly disclosed how the Ming warship pretended to be a Japanese ship and rescued the hostages from Prince Ananta.
In the large photo, Xiang Xiaoqiang was talking about it with great interest and foaming at the mouth.
Prince Ananta's head was "bang", his eyes were completely black, and countless gold stars were flying. He was swaying, and if Pachai hadn't been holding him, he would have fallen down.
He sat down on the bed, dumbfounded, and murmured:
"This...this is not Nagasaki...nor Japan...this...this is the fucking Ming Dynasty..."
"Yes, Your Highness, this is the Ming Dynasty! Those people are either Japanese or people from the Ming Dynasty! I just overheard them chatting and reading the newspaper, and they were all speaking in fucking Chinese! After they left, I put this
A stolen newspaper!"
The prince murmured:
"No wonder...no wonder they are so concerned about Siam's affairs...This matter has nothing to do with Japan from the beginning to the end! I...I...we were fucking treated like stupid boys...it was really miserable.
ah……"
"Your Highness, what should I do?"
The prince sobered up his mind for a while, gritted his teeth, and said decisively:
"Run! Now that things have happened, people are killed by swords, and I am fished for meat. If you don't run, you will die! We were able to escape from such a rigorous search at the beginning, so why is it so difficult for us to be under house arrest? Humph,
They thought their scam was successful, so they weren't too worried about me trying to escape... You see, they were afraid of arousing my suspicion, so they didn't guard too much... You see, there was only one person standing guard outside the back window, and
Behind the wall is the winding mountain road! This is the first floor, we just need to climb out of the window, kill the guard, climb over the wall and run away!"
Pachai was also encouraged by him, and the two of them were gearing up, waiting for the opportunity. After a while, Prince Ananta pretended to sleep and turned off the light. In this way, the room was completely dark, and no movement was easily exposed.
Moreover, the prince analyzed that when the guard saw him sleeping, his vigilance would be greatly reduced.
The two of them hid behind the curtains to spy on the guard in the yard. Sure enough, after a while, the guard stopped walking around, but sat on a chair, stretched out and began to take a nap.
After a while, he started snoring.
The prince was ecstatic in his heart, and his whole body rekindled the heroic spirit of a "lone hero" that he had felt many days ago. He climbed up to the window sill quietly, jumped to the ground quietly, and then waited for Pachai to climb down in the same way.
The man tiptoed, bypassing the napping guard, and came to the wall.
Because this is not a prison, but a mountain villa, the wall is not high. The two of them stacked up on top of each other. The prince climbed to the top of the wall first, and then pulled Pachai up. The two of them jumped outside together. This jump was inevitable.
The two squatted nervously on the ground for a while, and after making sure no one noticed, they ran away. There was a mountain road in front of them, and they ran out to the winding mountain road, and they could follow it to the seaside. Then they could use their skills and get
When we get to a boat, there is hope...
At this moment, a gunshot rang out from behind, and Pachai fell to the ground on his back, struggled for a while and became motionless.
Then two big men rushed out from the side and pushed the prince to the ground. Then, people in the villa behind him began to shout:
"Get him! Get him!"
"Stop, if you don't stop we'll shoot!"
Without saying a word, the two big men took out rags and stuffed their mouths, and then dragged them to the side of the road. The prince struggled desperately, while listening to the constant shouting in his ears, "Stop, if you don't stop, we will shoot."
I began to wonder, are they not chasing me?
Just as he was wondering, another person came over from the darkness. The person whispered in his ear:
"Your Highness, please let me see you off. Your Highness, have a good trip."
Then the man began to retreat. Two big men on the left and right held him up. The man behind him retreated a few meters away, then took out a box gun, took a careful aim, and shouted:
"Here it is! Here it is! Stop! If you don't stop, we'll shoot!"
Then there was a "pop" shot. The prince felt a sharp pain on the back of his thigh, and then something began to spray out. The two big men next to him let go of him, leaving him bleeding and struggling to crawl forward on the ground.
At this time, three people behind him shouted:
"Here he is! The prince is here! He was robbed, hurry up, carry him to rescue him!"
Several people ran over, and they picked up the prince and ran back quickly. At this time, a car on the other side of the villa also started and drove over. Several people lifted the prince, whose face was as white as a piece of paper.
He got on the car and shouted:
"Go to the port hospital!"
But Prince Ananta's aorta has been interrupted. At this time, he is already dying, his whole body is cold, and he can't speak a word. With the aorta broken, there is basically no way to save him.
Sure enough, before the car had driven a hundred meters, Prince Ananta died with his eyes open, his pale lips open, and his hands curled up like chicken paws.