Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

When Xie Lang arrived, he saw the imperial physician treating Chu Xiong's wound. Zhang He was standing beside Chu Xiong's bed with an anxious expression. He didn't know where to put his hands, and he clenched and unclenched them.

Other ministers were also standing in the hall, their eyes fixed on Chu Xiong, unable to take their gaze away for a moment.

A senior imperial physician asked other imperial physicians to take away the bloody cotton, silver needles and other items, and was about to stand up.

"What's wrong?" Zhang He leaned over and asked anxiously.

"Fortunately, the injury is not serious. It will heal after a few days of recuperation."

Zhang He and others breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Xie Lang also walked in. Fear flashed in the eyes of those ministers, but they also greeted him.

Walking to Chu Xiong's couch, Zhang He saw hatred, unwillingness, impatience and a bit of panic flashing in his eyes, and then he perfunctorily saluted Xie Lang.

The imperial physician stepped aside.

Chu Xiong, who was sitting on the bed, saw Xie Lang and felt like he had seen a savior. He grabbed Xie Lang's hand with a sad face and said, "Sister, I was almost stabbed to death by Tian Wuji. You must cut that traitor into pieces. I want him to die. I must make him die."

When Tian Wuji was mentioned, a trace of hatred flashed in Chu Xiong's eyes.

He never expected that Tian Wuji would dare to stab him with a dagger. He has now been imprisoned, but his identity is Shangqing, and the entire Chu State is now under the control of Xie Lang. If he wants to deal with him, he must get Xie Lang's consent.

Xie Lang looked at Chu Xiong. He looked listless, with gauze wrapped around his body, and looked very aggrieved.

In response, Xie Lang just calmly broke Chu Xiong's hand and said indifferently: "I heard that Tian Wuji wanted to give brother a decent marriage in order to prevent him from going to marry."

"No, he was regicide, regicide." Chu Xiong roared, "I don't need him to give me dignity."

What is decency? How can decency be more important than life?

Seeing that Xie Lang was still indifferent, Chu Xiong was so anxious that tears came out of his eyes. He cried to Xie Lang: "I am willing to go to marry, I am willing to go to marry..."

When these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked, and everyone looked at Chu Xiong with incredible eyes.

They couldn't believe that it was their Majesty who said this.

Chu Xiong didn't care about other people's eyes at all. He only had Tian Wuji in his eyes, so he cried out in pain: "As long as sister cuts Tian Wuji into eight pieces and hangs his head at the gate of the city wall, I am willing to marry. Sister, please..."

Chu Xiong's face was covered with tears. He was only wearing a thin inner garment and his hair was disheveled. He kept begging Xie Lang and looked very pitiful.

Chu Xiong believed that the reason why Tian Wuji dared to do that was because he was instructed by Xie Lang.

If you don't go to marry, you will die.

This was just a small warning. If he didn't go to marry, real death might be waiting for him.

So between marriage and fate, he chose the latter.

He hated Xie Lang and Tian Wuji in his heart. He couldn't take revenge on Xie Lang, but Tian Wuji had to die.

Xie Lang looked at Chu Xiong's pleading appearance indifferently, without any emotion in his heart. He even felt disgusted by Chu Xiong's crying and snot, and took a step back without making a sound.

He said indifferently, "Brother, are you teaching me how to do things?"

She didn't know everything that Chu Xiong had imagined, and even if she did, she wouldn't take it seriously.

"Sister, you..."

Chu Xiong was surprised at first, and then puzzled. He had lowered his posture so much and agreed to go for the marriage.

Why didn't Xie Lang even agree to his small request?

"Brother, don't you understand the situation now?" Xie Lang looked at Chu Xiong calmly. Although his tone was calm, every word was sharp, leaving Chu Xiong unable to refute: "You have no room to bargain with me. Whether you are willing or not, you have to go to the Northern Wilderness for marriage. This is not up to you."

"If you don't want to, as Tian Wuji said, death is your second way."

As he said that, he threw a sword at Chu Xiong, scaring him so much that he trembled.

Chu Xiong had no choice. The only option he had was to save his face by committing suicide.

But will he?

"Marry or die, that is your fate."

After saying this, Xie Lang walked away indifferently.

In the past, this was the fate of princesses who were married off to foreign countries. This time, Xie Lang put this fate on Chu Xiong's head.

Only when disaster strikes you can you realize how suffocating it is.

Looking at Xie Lang's departing back, he felt endless desolation and despair in his heart. Feeling the coldness coming from the sword on his body, he looked up to the sky and howled, "No..."

Then there was silent crying. A generation of kings was reduced to a tool for marriage. This gap was enough to knock down a person with strong psychological quality, not to mention that Chu Xiong's psychological quality was not high.

Zhang He and others, who listened to the conversation between Xie Lang and Chu Xiong, felt a chill in their hearts.

In the past, they were the ones who decided life and death, but now it was their turn.

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In the cell.

Tian Wuji was wearing a white prison uniform, with his hair loose. He staggered along holding onto the bars of the cell, holding the wine jug in his right hand and pouring it hard into his mouth. He was completely drunk.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am truly thinking of you. If you die, Your Majesty, you won't have to suffer this humiliation."

After drinking a glass of wine, Tian Wuji was a little confused. He suddenly couldn't help laughing, as if he was mocking himself, or mocking Chu Xiong's incompetence: "Hahahaha... I didn't expect that Your Majesty would be so cowardly. You can even endure such an insult just to stay alive. It's really ridiculous..."

As he was laughing, he suddenly felt sad. He drank all the wine in the jug in one gulp. The wine dripped down his mouth. He looked very lonely. Then he threw the empty jug to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Bring...some wine..." Tian Wuji was drunk and smelled strongly of alcohol.

The guards looked at each other in bewilderment. They knew what crime Tian Wuji had committed, but as long as he was not convicted, he was still the prime minister of Chu, so they would try their best to meet any requests of Tian Wuji.

"Mr. Tian Shang, you are drunk." The clerk gave an appropriate reminder.

"It's good to be drunk, it's good to be drunk." Tian Wuji's cheeks were red, his eyes were blurry, and he nodded and shook his head: "Even if you are drunk, Chu is still a strong country, and your majesty is still a wise and powerful majesty. Your majesty does not need to be forced by the princess to marry."

"Unfortunately, this is all fake. The fact is that our Majesty has abandoned even the dignity of a man in order to survive. Even if he survives, he will become a laughing stock for all eternity. It would be much better if he died."

At this point, the faces of several petty officials turned grim. They wished they could cut off their ears and pretended not to hear what was said. However, Tian Wuji continued, "Tell me, should His Majesty die? Should He die?"

The clerk did not dare to answer, but Tian Wuji smiled, a brilliant smile, and then he roared upwards: "He deserves to die! He deserves to die!"