Stop killing!
Don't kill anymore!
Her hoarse and choked voice was slightly cold.
Jing Rong's cold and bloodthirsty eyes met her tearful and slightly pleading eyes.
When did he want to kill?
When did he want to force people into a dead end?
But she was forced to do all of these things.
"Let them go." Her eyes were red, and her lips were trembling as she pleaded.
Jing Rong frowned fiercely.
"Do you know what you're saying?"
"The case of the Imperial Duke involves many people. Enough people have died in this case. Why add a few more cold corpses to the list?"
"So?"
"Even if you kill them now, so what? There are more than a few hundred people in the Imperial Duke's residence. You can't kill them all. "
Can't kill them all!
Her words were heavy.
She placed her thin hands on Jing Rong's palm and exerted more force, trying to pry the hand that was about to give the order away.
Jing Rong's eyes were still cold and hard. "If you want this prince to let them go, it will be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains. There will be endless troubles in the future."
She shook her head desperately. "It won't, I promise you."
"What guarantee do you have?"
She paused for a long time, then took out the jade pendant. Her eyes were firm. "I guarantee with this."
At that moment, Jing Rong's ruthlessness and killing intent were slowly worn away.
That hand was also put down.
Ji Yunshu finally let out a long sigh. She took a few steps forward and swept her eyes over the crowd. She sullenly said, "Because of this jade pendant, you all believe that I am the Little Heir. Fine, if you really think that I am the Little Heir, then you must listen to my orders."
Those people were already fat meat in the pot, and there was no possibility of survival.
They looked at each other, then at her.
She turned her gaze to Wen Panshi. "The Emperor has handed the case of the Imperial Duke to Prince Rong and me. When we return to the capital, I will do my best to investigate this case. Is there a struggle between dragons and tigers? Or is there a hidden mystery? Everything will be revealed to the world on the day the truth is revealed, and the seventy people in the Imperial Duke's residence will certainly be cleared of their wrongdoings. But because of the fallacy of 'cutting off thorns', you think that 'the situation is settled', and you didn't hesitate to sacrifice so many lives. Even if you are right, so what? Can you defeat the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the imperial court? The capital is heavily guarded. Can you break in? At that time, the people will be plunged into misery and suffering, and Sheng Capital will be stained with blood. As for all of you, you will become cold corpses that fill up the foundation of the empire. "
"Crown Prince …"
"Let's stop. Don't let more people die for a matter that hasn't been investigated yet. I will definitely find out the truth behind the 'Lin Capital Case'. If it's really a case of 'cutting through thorns to strengthen my position', then at that time, there's no need for you to rebel, the people of the world will. "
Ugh!
Wen Panshi's cheeks trembled slightly as he lowered his eyes. His wrinkled face was as weathered as ever.
He remained silent for a long time.
Ji Yunshu turned to look at Jing Rong. "Let them go."
He yearned for it again.
Jing Rong's gaze was like a torch as he stared at those armored men who were prepared to die. "All of you are rebels, traitors who conspired to seize the throne. What you've done is a grave crime. If this news reaches the capital, none of you will be spared. This Prince should also execute all of you to prevent future troubles and remove a scourge from the imperial court. But … "
He paused for a moment before continuing, "The person this Prince respects the most in this life is my Imperial Uncle, the Imperial Duke. When I was a child, he once said two sentences to this Prince. The first sentence was, 'The heavens only rule over chaos', and the second sentence was, 'Die at the frontlines to protect the army and advance the generals'. This Prince cannot compare to his breadth of mind. All of you rebelled for the Imperial Duke and died for him. In addition, there are people who have pleaded on your behalf. Fine, this Prince agrees to let you go, but … I won't let you go. Instead, I'll imprison you and make a decision after careful consideration."
Upon hearing those words, Lin Feng panicked.
He was unwilling to give up. "Kill us if you have the ability. Don't even think about disarming us and surrendering."
"So, you want to die?"
"Even if I'm shot to death by arrows, I won't bow down to them."
"Shut up." Wen Panshi suddenly berated him. "For your own selfish reasons, you almost took the Little Heir's life. Your father doesn't want you to avenge him, he wants you to assist the Little Heir."
You bastard.
Lin Feng was speechless.
His face was filled with hostility!
At this time —
Jing Rong raised his hand again. "This prince has already given you a chance. Since you don't want it, then …"
Seeing this, the archers on the roof immediately drew their bows and arrows.
They were only waiting for his hand to loosen.
Wen Panshi suddenly opened his mouth and ordered, "Put them down."
Thereupon —
The armored soldiers threw away the long swords in their hands.
They clattered as they fell to the ground.
The edge of their swords flashed with a cold light.
Jing Rong curled his lips and sneered. He also put down his hand that was about to give the order.
The archers all sheathed their arrows.
However, only Lin Feng didn't throw away the sword in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot and he bit his cheeks tightly. Blue veins popped on his forehead and temples.
He didn't want to admit defeat!
He raised his sword and glared at Jing Rong with hatred. "Bastard, I must kill you."
He gnashed his teeth.
His sword was like lightning as it instantly slashed towards Jing Rong.
Jing Rong didn't dodge. He just stared blankly at the sword coming towards him.
Everyone held their breath and sucked in a breath of cold air. They weren't sweating for Jing Rong, but for Lin Feng.
Everyone knew that he was courting death!
Unexpectedly, the archer on the roof was supposed to kill Lin Feng, but a dagger was a step faster. It curved in a semicircle around Lin Feng's neck and made a smooth slash across it.
A gash was cut open!
Blood flowed out.
It flowed from his neck to the cold armor. It was especially glaring.
The person he killed was none other than … Zhao Huai!
He used the dagger that his father had left him.
The sword in Lin Feng's hand fell to the ground, and his body fell heavily backwards.
"Lin Feng!"
Wen Xian shouted. He rushed up to support him and put him on the ground.
"Lin … Feng?" His lips trembled. He pressed one hand tightly against the gash on his neck and cried out in pain, "Lin Feng, you can't die, you can't die …"
"Ugh … Ugh …"
"Lin Feng …"
"Ugh …"
Lin Feng's eyes rolled back and his body twitched. Blood kept spurting out of his mouth. He desperately reached out to grab Wen Xian's sleeve and scrunched it up.
Finally —
He choked on his words, and his body stiffened.
Dead!
He died with his eyes wide open!
Wen Xian was completely stunned. After an unknown amount of time, he raised his hand and closed Lin Feng's eyes. He picked up the sword that was dripping with blood and stood up. He glared at the culprit, Zhao Huai, his eyes full of murderous intent.
In an instant, he raised his sword and pointed it at Zhao Huai!
"Why? Why? "He asked loudly.
Zhao Huai maintained a cold expression as he said, "Anyone who dares to harm the Little Heir deserves to die."
"You …"
He was about to raise his sword to kill.
"Stop." Wen Panshi stopped him.
"He killed Lin Feng."
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