Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

Jin Zhao and Jingzhe understood that the situation was hopeless and that everyone present would probably be eliminated by the Wang and Xie families.

Wang Jue suddenly waved his hand and ordered in a deep voice: "Do it!"

With his order, the originally quiet palace suddenly became noisy.

In just a moment, the solemn and murderous atmosphere in the hall was broken, and the two sides let out deafening shouts of killing, resounding throughout the palace!

The flashing of knives and the interlacing of sword shadows were accompanied by blood splattering everywhere. The whole scene became a mess and it was a feast for the eyes.

Jin Zhao's face turned pale as paper in an instant, his eyes revealing empty despair. He knew very well that he and the people around him would not be able to escape this brutal massacre.

Jingzhe's guards and Wang Xu's army engaged in a thrilling battle in the palace, the intensity of which was astonishing.

Inside and outside the palace, the flashes of swords and sabers intertwined, and the shouts of killing rose and fell. Blood dyed the ground red, forming shocking rivers of blood that flowed in every corner of the palace.

The soldiers' faces showed determination and fear, they swung their weapons with all their strength, fighting the enemy to the death. Every swing of the knife was accompanied by fear of death and desire for survival.

The originally gorgeous decorations in the palace were destroyed in the chaos, and the debris flew everywhere and scattered on the ground, adding to the horror atmosphere of the scene.

The palace maids and eunuchs panicked in the blood and fled everywhere, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but every moment could be the end of their lives.

The air in the palace was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sick. Outside this bloody battlefield, the sky was gloomy and covered with dark clouds, as if it was also mourning for this horrible war.

It was unknown how long it had been, but Jingzhe's black armor was covered with scars. Wang Jue's men were too numerous and he was exhausted. He was trying hard to hold up his shaky body.

In the end, Jingzhe was stabbed in the chest by Wu Yan's sword!

At that critical moment, Jingzhe's eyes revealed endless sorrow.

His eyes were desperate and helpless. He slowly turned around to look at his master who was held hostage on the dragon bed, his heart filled with self-blame and regret.

The master's life was in extreme danger at the moment, and the guard was powerless to do anything. He felt guilty about Jin Zhao's recognition and was unable to protect the person he had sworn to protect.

The cold wind blew across his body, as if mocking his incompetence. His body trembled slightly, and his face was filled with sadness. Then, he closed his eyes unwillingly and regretfully, and his tall body fell straight to the ground!

The air around seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.

Seeing that their leader was dead, the guards gave up resistance and quickly dropped their weapons in surrender.

The battle is over!

Jin Zhao was extremely sad, Jingzhe was his closest subordinate!

After the melee ended, Wu Yan once again brought a bottle of poisoned wine to the eldest prince.

The eldest prince was in a daze and at a loss. He looked at his father and then at Minister Xie with a pale face.

"Okay, Your Highness, it's your turn now." "Xie Yun" spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, yet with an air of majesty that could not be disobeyed.

Wang Zuo stood behind him leisurely, watching everything.

The eldest prince's eyes were filled with tears. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, took the wine jar, and slowly walked towards the dragon bed step by step.

Seeing this, Jin Zhao was furious again, "Rebellious son! How dare you kill your father?! Aren't you afraid of being criticized by the world?!"

The eldest prince was startled and stopped immediately.

Seeing this, Xie Yun snorted coldly and said, "Prince, have you forgotten how your mother died? And what about you? Do you think that if His Majesty doesn't die, you can leave this room today?"

The eldest prince's face turned pale. Thinking of his mother's miserable condition, hatred surged in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and walked towards the bed again.

"Good, very good!" Jin Zhao sneered twice, and suddenly used all his strength to grab the dagger under the pillow and stabbed the eldest prince fiercely!

The eldest prince was startled and subconsciously dodged to the side.

Upon seeing this, "Xie Yun" flashed and quickly pulled the eldest prince over.

Jin Zhao's first stab missed, and he quickly stabbed again. The dagger pierced "Xie Yun's" arm, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

"Xie Yun" groaned, grabbed Jin Zhao's wrist and twisted it hard.

Jin Zhao felt pain and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

Everything changed in the blink of an eye. Wu Yan kicked the dagger away and then grabbed Jin Zhao's neck!

"Bo'an!" Wang Xu was extremely worried. He took two steps forward and asked nervously, "Bo'an, how badly are you injured?"

"Xie Yun" shook his head, "It's okay."

"Xie Yun" held down his bleeding arm, his eyes full of coldness as he glared at the dying Jin Zhao, sneering: "Your Majesty, you should save some energy and stop struggling in vain!"

At this moment, Jin Zhao was being tightly clamped by Wu Yan. He had difficulty breathing, his face turned red, and he grasped Wu Yan's arms tightly with both hands, trying to break free.

The eldest prince stood aside, frightened and at a loss.

"Xie Yun" glanced at the eldest prince and said, "Eldest Prince, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and do it!"

The eldest prince came to his senses, picked up the wine bottle with trembling hands, and walked towards the bed step by step.

"No...don't..." Jin Zhao uttered these two words with difficulty.

The eldest prince walked to the bed, stopped, hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, and poured the poisoned wine in the wine jar into Jin Zhao's mouth under Jin Zhao's horrified gaze.

"Cough cough cough..."

Jin Zhao struggled desperately, but his body was too weak to resist.

"Cough cough cough..."

He kept coughing and coughing, and finally coughed up large mouthfuls of black blood. The black blood dyed the bed red, and also dyed the young heart of the eldest prince red.

After a moment, Jin Zhao, who was bleeding from all seven orifices, stopped struggling and fell limply on the bed.

Seeing that the person was dead, Wu Yan let go of his hand and let Jin Zhao's body fall.

The eldest prince stood there blankly, his face full of fear and confusion.

"Xie Yun" stepped forward, patted his shoulder gently, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, everything is over."

The eldest prince trembled all over and looked up at "Xie Yun", his eyes full of helplessness and fear.

Just now...

He killed his father with his own hands!

Will he be condemned to the eighteen levels of hell after his death as his father said? !

The eldest prince was very anxious and worried.

Seeing the little boy trembling all over, "Xie Yun" smiled slightly and said in a cold voice: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I won't harm you. From now on, you will be the master of this world."

The eldest prince's eyes widened, unable to believe what he heard.

The Lord of the World... The Lord of the World...

The ruler of the world that my mother had always dreamed of...

The fear in the eldest prince's heart was slightly suppressed by joy, but when he thought of the Wang and Xie families, he became frightened again.

"But..." The eldest prince hesitated to speak.

"No buts." "Xie Yun" interrupted him, "As long as Your Highness is obedient, I guarantee that you will be safe. Otherwise..."

He didn't continue, but the threat was clear.

The eldest prince lowered his head, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Okay, let's go out." "Xie Yun" took the eldest prince's hand and walked out.

The eldest prince followed "Xie Yun" mechanically, as if he was a walking corpse without a soul.

After several people left the room, the door slowly closed, leaving only dead silence.