nycdaug Chapter 467 Revenge
Chapter 467 Revenge
News of the Emperor's death spread.
It's already the second day.
The entire city was covered in white, and the whole nation mourned.
He died suddenly and left no will.
After the emperor's funeral, the sickly crown prince naturally ascended the throne.
At the enthronement ceremony, the new emperor received the Imperial Seal of the State with both hands, officially accepting the mandate of heaven and inheriting the throne.
It is logical and in accordance with destiny.
No one dared to question the authenticity of the new imperial seal.
Even veteran officials who had seen the imperial seal before could not tell the difference, since they had never held it in their hands to examine it closely.
Furthermore, no one would suspect that it was counterfeit.
The Imperial Seal was brought out personally by the Empress Dowager. If we were to say who in this world, besides the late Emperor, would be most familiar with this seal, then...
No one but the current Empress Dowager could be it.
Who would dare question the authenticity of the imperial seal in her hand?
The late emperor will probably die with his eyes wide open in dismay.
He never dreamed that the Imperial Seal of the State, which he had painstakingly hidden, would one day become an object that could not be shown to others.
Even if it were brought out, no one would believe that the imperial seal in the Empress Dowager's possession was fake.
It's like designer clothes.
People of status and position will be perceived as having a high value, even if they are wearing an ordinary white T-shirt.
While ordinary people can wear haute couture and carry the most expensive bags.
It will make people feel that it is a fake or counterfeit.
Imagine if the Empress Dowager and an unknown eunuch, or someone else, produced two similar imperial seals.
Whom would the civil and military officials believe?
Whether it's true or false, it's ultimately up to those in power to decide.
If the late emperor knew this from beyond the grave, he would surely turn his coffin upside down in disbelief.
The first thing the new emperor did upon taking the throne was to be clear about rewards and punishments, punishing those who deserved punishment and rewarding those who deserved reward.
Prince Chen murdered his emperor and father, cruelly harmed his own siblings, colluded with foreign traitors, and rebelled against the emperor...
His home was confiscated, and he was sentenced to death.
The various crimes he committed are too numerous to list.
This shocked both the government and the public.
Civil and military officials condemned him verbally and in writing, and the common people spat and cursed him.
The more praise they used to receive, the harsher the insults they now hurl.
The insults, spoken by King Jing, reached King Chen's ears without missing a single word.
He accepted his fate: the victor is king, the loser is villain.
But the court officials who had served him faithfully were all still alive, not only them, but also their families and the women of the Mu family.
King Chen felt only anger and hatred for those who had betrayed him.
He has no weaknesses.
Once a person becomes cold-blooded and ruthless to a certain extent, they lose all their weaknesses.
Neither my mother nor any of the women in Prince Chen's mansion are.
If he had a child, the child might be his weakness, since no man would not value offspring.
But he had no children.
It's better that he has no children, otherwise he would have ended up in the same situation as him.
Many of the women in Prince Chen's household were implicated to varying degrees, with some being imprisoned and exiled. For example, Yan Xiang's daughter was one of the schemers and was not innocent at all.
For example, Princess Consort Chen was very cooperative throughout the entire process and even helped find the families of the kidnapped officials.
The new emperor pardoned her.
However, the Yan family, the Lu family, and others who were deeply involved with the rebel king were not so lucky.
Those whose homes were confiscated were confiscated, and those who were exiled were exiled.
The national treasury is full again.
The Zhou family escaped disaster because Zhou Mu redeemed himself by saving his entire family on his own, only losing the hereditary title of the Zhou family.
However, the new emperor reinstated Zhou Mu's participation in the imperial examinations.
Young Master Zhou was devastated. He could have easily inherited the title, but his father squandered it all.
My father was loyal to Prince Chen, but he died by his sword.
ridiculous.
Who can he blame?
The one who was most furious was Lu Wan, whose dream of becoming a Marquis's wife was now completely gone.
She even lost control of the household to her divorced and returned home.
Without the title, the Zhou family is nothing, and her husband is worthless.
He was good at nothing—studying, doing business, martial arts.
In the future, I'll still have to be mindful of my brother-in-law's feelings.
Her brother-in-law held a grudge against her for breaking up the couple, and after Jiang Zijin was punished by the late emperor, Zhou Mu never gave her a kind look.
She can't go back to her parents' home, and she'll have to avoid the Lu family in the future.
I can't live this day.
She gripped the house key tightly.
Miss Zhou snatched it from her hand: "Sister-in-law, our Zhou family wasn't raided or exiled. The whole family is standing here safely. You should be content. This is all thanks to my third brother. Otherwise, those families who were on good terms with Father would either be sent to the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice, or beheaded. Do you want to go there too?"
Lu Wan originally wanted to make a scene, at least to keep her in charge of the family.
But after hearing this, they had no choice but to back down.
Accepted.
The Dali Temple prison was overcrowded.
However, the place where Prince Chen was imprisoned was very secluded.
Prince Chen looked at the people outside the prison cell: "Do you know what the most regrettable thing I've ever done is?"
King Jing smiled but remained silent.
Prince Chen gripped the railing tightly, glaring at Prince Jing with eyes blazing with fury: "How does it feel to be a beastman? I should have let you die in Jiangzhou back then."
The smile on Prince Jing's face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling gaze: "It really was you."
Prince Chen threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"So what if it's me? Others may not know, but don't you know how lowly you once were, begging and groveling, neither human nor ghost, not even as good as the filthiest beggar on the street? You want to be an emperor? Do you deserve it?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt my throat being squeezed tightly, making it hard to breathe.
It's just death, what's there to be afraid of?
He closed his eyes.
Waiting to die...
But then a ghostly voice reached my ears.
"Want to die? Not so easy. I will make you wish you were dead. You will experience what I have suffered, so that our brotherhood will not have been in vain..."
"Don't you think so, my dear fourth brother?" Prince Jing withdrew his hand, patted him twice on the face, and said with a smile, "The reason I came here today is actually to tell you that a new animal park has opened at the Qionglin Banquet in half a month. There will be lions, tigers, and even bears there. There's bound to be one that suits you, so you'd better prepare yourself well..."
He endured and pretended to be a carefree and dissolute prince for many years, all for this day, to avenge his past humiliations.
His fourth brother is too selfish and ruthless; the person he loves most in this world is himself.
The only person who could cause him pain was himself.
Perhaps the only way is to trample on his dignity and make him wish he were dead.
Only then did he realize what pain was.
Prince Chen collapsed to the ground, his face filled with terror: "You... what do you want to do?"
He is not afraid of death.
But he feared that kind of living hell.
Orcs! Just hearing that sends chills down your spine.
No, he doesn't want to be an orc.
I'd rather die than accept that.
King Jing saw through his intention and quickly ordered his men to go over and say, "Keep an eye on him and don't let him die."
Prince Chen struggled with all his might.
He was still muttering curses under his breath.
"Fifth brother, you can't do this to me. The new emperor has ordered my death. You can't disobey the imperial decree."
"you can not……"
Prince Chen, who was originally to be executed, died the night before his execution.
That night.
A woman was wandering around the prison cell like a ghost, and the sound of a pipa kept coming from her.
It keeps playing and playing.
It was the same song from beginning to end, and it never changed.
Prince Chen seemed to have gone mad, banging his head against the ground while repeatedly saying "Jin'er, I'm sorry."
That was Jin'er's favorite song when she was alive.
It was Jin'er who came to take his life.
Early the next morning.
The jailer went over to take a look and was terrified.
Prince Chen fell into a pool of blood, his head and face covered in blood.
King Jing did not expect him to be so easily frightened; if he couldn't hit a wall, he would hit the ground instead.
Determined to die.
Fortunately, he was still alive.
I've done so many terrible things, I want to die!
Not that easy.
He turned to his attendant and instructed, "Go and report to the Emperor that Prince Chen committed suicide out of fear of punishment, so there's no need for poison."
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