nashuaworldcup Chapter 362: Resist or not resist?
Chapter 362: Resist or not resist?
Two guards came in holding torches and said respectfully to Pei Yuxiao, "King Yu, please go on your way!"
In an instant, fire raged inside the East Palace, lighting up half the sky red.
Pei Mochen waited for the fire to burn for more than an hour before he asked the palace servants to carry buckets of water and go to put out the fire in a pretentious manner.
"King Yu of the East Palace set himself on fire!"
"Hurry up and put out the fire, King Yu is still inside!"
"Someone come, King Yu is gone!"
Ling Yun took the guards to examine the body, and every step was extremely difficult.
The master is so cruel that he even kills his own brothers.
He wanted to escape, but Pei Mochen was no longer the third prince. He was the emperor of Dafeng State, the one who controlled the country's lifeline.
If Ling Yun wants to leave now, I'm afraid he won't have any chance at all.
He waited until the fire was out before he walked into the once luxurious palace. He felt heavy-hearted but did not dare to show it at all.
There was a charred corpse lying there quietly, the face was unrecognizable. Only the jade pendant that symbolized the prince's status announced the identity of the deceased - Pei Yuxiao.
Ling Yun's heart tightened, he clenched his fists, and carefully examined the body, hoping for a miracle. After confirming again and again, he finally put his heart at ease: the deceased was a eunuch, and judging from his teeth, he should be very old.
Ling Yun hurriedly ordered people to cremate the body quickly, thinking to himself: After all, Pei Mochen has done a little less evil, and fortunately the deceased is not Pei Yuxiao. After handling everything, he announced loudly: "The Crown Prince of the East Palace has passed away, and the deceased is confirmed to be Prince Yu himself!"
At the same time, a handsome man with empty eyes was lying in a shabby carriage heading to Wangjia Village on the outskirts of the city.
His limbs were weak and his heart was dead.
Just now Fu'an ordered his men to knock him unconscious, change his clothes, and light the torch for him.
Fu'an's last two words were: "Your Highness, you are young, and I will have to rely on you to take care of my Wang Guixiang."
"Wang Guixiang has a vicious tongue. Your Highness, please bear with me. I will leave first."
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The atmosphere in Pei Lingsong's bedroom was suffocatingly heavy.
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, you beast!" Pei Lingsong held a dagger, his eyes red, and wanted to kill Pei Mochen with his own hands.
"You promised to spare Xiao'er's life, why did you put him in the sea of fire? He is your brother." Pei Lingsong burst into tears, crying loudly. Without Pei Yuxiao, his hope was completely gone.
Pei Mochen knocked Pei Lingsong's dagger down with his palm and said lightly: "It was my royal brother who wanted to burn himself, not me who wanted to kill him." There was provocation in his words, without any guilt.
"You beast! How could I not know what you were thinking?" Pei Lingsong was grief-stricken. He beat his chest and cried loudly, "It was me who harmed Xiao'er. I am so ashamed of the Queen's spirit in heaven."
Pei Mochen sneered, his eyes full of disdain, and followed Pei Lingsong's words and replied: "Big brother was indeed killed by father. If there was no bowl of poison, big brother would not have been captured alive by me. If he had not been imprisoned, he would not have set himself on fire." Pei Mochen smiled sinisterly: "After all, father is the real murderer who killed big brother."
Pei Lingsong was furious, and pointed at Pei Mochen with trembling fingers: "Rebellious son, I shouldn't have married Xiao Rong in the first place. You, your mother, and the entire Xiao family are all vicious and cruel. Even Pei Yuzhu is a fool."
"You call me a rebellious son, I accept it. You haven't been very good to me anyway." Pei Mochen laughed up to the sky, approached Pei Lingsong and said sarcastically: "You are wrong. My appearance may be inherited from my mother, but the determination and ruthlessness in my bones are the true inheritance of my father."
Before he could finish his words, Pei Lingsong spat out a mouthful of blood with a "puff". He was so angry that he fainted.
The eunuch hurried forward and asked Pei Mochen carefully, "Your Majesty, do you need to summon an imperial physician for the emperor?"
Pei Mochen shook his head calmly: "No need, my father is in good health. Cover the emperor with the quilt, and he may recover tomorrow after he sweats."
——The next day, early in the morning.
The palace maids came to serve, they wanted to help Pei Lingsong get up and have breakfast.
Unexpectedly, when they lifted the quilt, they found that Pei Lingsong's body had already stiffened and he must have been dead for several hours.
Pei Mochen's face was not panicked at all. He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said coldly: "Look, mother, I have helped you get revenge. I have done my best to show my filial piety to you, right?"
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The Golden Throne Hall is magnificent and golden.
Pei Mochen sat upright on the dragon throne, his eyes sharp as torches, looking down at the ministers.
"During the national mourning period, marriage among the people is banned for one year!" His words were majestic and irresistible.
Then, those phoenix eyes turned proudly to Di Xiuyan, who was standing with his hands behind his back, and said word by word: "Three years for an important official of the imperial court!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole court was in an uproar, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on Di Xiuyan.
Pei Mochen's move was undoubtedly a blatant provocation to Di Xiuyan's upcoming wedding. His intention was self-evident.
"Tsk——" Di Xiuyan and Gu Yeran both sighed in their hearts. Yanyan's revenge had not been avenged, Li Hunmeng's hatred had not been resolved, and the burning death of their classmate Pei Yuxiao had added new grievances.
Pei Mochen is ruthless and quick to act. Di Xiuyan doesn't know when he will be the next one, and it may even affect the Gu family.
Gu Yeran looked through the crowd and exchanged glances with his cousin. A dark fire quietly sprouted in the hearts of the two brothers: Should they resist or not?