"Scratch" Before he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Jin's hand suddenly increased its strength, and instantly twisted his neck, allowing his hideous face to fall slowly, looking at the empty eyes
Covering the ceiling.
A drop of tears that had just been brewed sank from the corner of his eyes into a thick carpet, and with his life, it turned into nothingness.
Xuanyuan Jin took a deep breath and slowly lowered his bloody hand. After a while, he came back from his surprise. He didn't want to kill that subordinate, but the fear and avoidance he showed were too obvious.
!If the subordinate's life is left behind, I'm afraid that the "plague" will soon be known to everyone!
At that time, the ministers will definitely rebel against him on the spot, taking advantage of the plague that he cannot deal with the government, and divide the rights of the Xuanyuan Dynasty! He cannot let them succeed!
You can’t let your dream die so close to success!
Even if he dies, he will die on the throne and on the identity of the emperor!
"Come!" After wiping the blood on his hands, Xuanyuan Jin coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and then spoke loudly towards the door, "Come on!"
After a moment, a group of people rushed in. When they saw the corpse on the ground, they were all shocked and pointed at the people on the ground tremblingly: "Prince, this is..."
Xuanyuan Jin swallowed a saliva, turned slowly, and then faced them completely, revealing his face that had been caught and blood flowing. When they were surprised, they spoke coldly: "I just came in at this moment."
It’s gone! In order to protect me, he sacrificed himself and buried him for me!"
"Yes!" The leading guard nodded, waved his hand, and signaled the two pawns to come up and drag the body down, and buried them according to the prince's instructions.
Looking at Xuanyuan Jin's face with blood, there seemed to be blood falling down on his chin, the guard frowned and hesitated to step forward: "Prince, your face..."
If you look at it this way, it will definitely be a distortion!
Prince, why didn’t you react?
"This was also done by the assassin." Xuanyuan Jin opened his eyes awkwardly, twisted out the fragments of the mirror just now and took them on his face - because he grabbed a few more hands just now, and now the black mark is completely unaware of it.
It's out! And under such dim lights, the dark red blood is not obvious, and no one doubts whether he is poisoned...
"You guys go and call the imperial physician!" Hearing Xuanyuan Jin say this, the guard leader immediately began to give orders, directing the two young soldiers to leave, and then took a step forward, "Prince, I will arrest the assassin now!"
After saying that, he was about to turn around, but was stopped by Xuanyuan Jin inside: "No need! If the assassin really wants to hide, you can't find it. You... go and help me find all the princes and ministers!"
He made up the assassin's matter! He just found a reason for his injury to his face and the death of his subordinate. With a legitimate situation, he urgently gathered the princes and ministers to complete his great cause!
"But..." The man hesitated and hesitated for a moment, his face obviously in a dilemma - if there was a moment in the palace, how could he not chase after him? As long as one assassin is released like this, there will be a hundred in the future.
Or a thousand assassins follow suit! The safety of the palace is difficult to guarantee!
"No, but!" Xuanyuan Jin's tone was cold and he growled, making the guard feel invisible pressure in an instant, "Do as my king's instructions immediately!"
"Yes, yes!" He agreed timidly, quickly retreated from the room and summoned the ministers, who made the prince the future emperor?
What the emperor said is what it is!
However, he was still a little strange in his heart - the prince's face was covered with blood, probably disfigured! If it were done by the assassin, why would the assassin destroy the prince's face? Is the assassin's purpose... a little weird?!
Xuanyuan Jin sat upright, quietly watching the ministers standing firmly in the main seat, his eyes swept over the laziness of these people, and the anger in his heart couldn't help but rise a little. He clapped the armrests of the chair at his hand and issued a "Table"
There was a loud noise from the ground.
No!
This is unfair!
Xuanyuan Jin rushed to the edge of the mirror in the room like crazy, stroked his face with trembling fingers, and then suddenly clasped the skin on his face with his fingers, naively thinking about just digging out this black mark.
, you can dig out all the toxins and deceive yourself into continuing to live...
He plucked the flesh on his face hard, and the blood quickly spread down his cheeks, causing Xuanyuan Jin to breathe violently, but the despair in his heart became deeper and deeper. Looking at the black blood, he finally managed to get angry
He punched the table with a punch, and at the same time smashed the mirror on the ground, making a loud noise.
"Prince?" The subordinate who was fetching water just came back and was startled to see the mess on the ground. He looked up and saw the blood on Xuanyuan Jin's hands. His face turned pale. He quickly put down the basin of the water in his hand.
Run over, "Your Majesty, you are injured, let me...
He anxiously held Xuanyuan Jin's hand and wanted to bandage him, but when he looked up and asked Xuanyuan Jin for instructions, he was stunned because he saw the blood on his face and the obviously visible black butterfly scar under the blood...
The prince... actually has butterfly scars on his face?!
"King... Prince?!" The man's figure froze, and he couldn't help but throw away Xuanyuan Jin's hand. He was so scared that he shook two steps and stammered, "You... your face...
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Xuanyuan Hao's face turned dark. When the subordinate retreated three steps away, he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his throat, and spoke coldly: "Is this terrible?"
"Wang..." The man swallowed a mouthful of water in difficulty, and his breathing was a little difficult. A drop of blood from Xuanyuan Jin's hand was just flowing into his neck. The slightly cold feeling made him scared and cry out on the spot.
, "Prince, please let go, this poison..."
The ministers were shocked, looked at the source of the sound, and immediately calmed down, lowered their heads, and dared not say anything, which immediately added a solemn atmosphere to the hall.
"I will call you here so late tonight..." Xuanyuan Jin swept over the ministers in front of him with satisfaction, cleared his throat, held back the pain on his face, and then slowly spoke, "I have something to discuss with you."
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The ministers below looked at each other, looked at the blood on Xuanyuan Jin's face, wanted to ask, but they didn't dare to ask, but just looked at his wounded face, and couldn't help but suspicious - what he said was to discuss with him.
Is the injury on the face related?
"I ask you, when will you prepare for the throne ceremony?" Just as the ministers exchanged glances with each other, Xuanyuan Jin suddenly spoke out and said this, successfully grasping everyone's attention...
The throne ceremony?!
Why did the prince ask about this?
In the past, the prince had always been modest. Even if everyone knew the prince's ambition, the prince was also humble on the surface! Why now... suddenly take the initiative?
"This..." The ministers were in an uproar. For a long time, a minister with an older qualification was pushed to everyone. He looked embarrassed and could not help but perfunctory, "Old minister... I was thinking about next month, waiting.
On the day of the prince’s birthday, we will discuss with each other.”
"No need to discuss!" Xuanyuan Jin suddenly spoke, his eyes slightly cold, thinking in his heart that he had not had enough time, so he didn't need to pretend. "What other heirs are you planning to discuss?"
There was an uproar below, and the old minister took a step back awkwardly, not expecting Xuanyuan Jin to speak so directly, making everyone ugly.
"It's tomorrow!" He patted the armrest of the chair, and he signaled everyone to shut up, then roared, "The throne ceremony will be held at noon tomorrow!"
He has no time...to wait.
"What?" The old minister was stunned, and looked at Xuanyuan Hao with wide eyes blankly. His mouth opened and closed for several rounds before he found his voice, "Prince, this seems...too hasty..."
How could it be so fast?
Besides, the country is unstable now, who will be sent to prepare for the throne?
"I think it will not be hasty if it is not hasty!" He spoke toughly, and he had already fought with all his backs. "It will be noon tomorrow! Those who violate the order will be killed!"