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Before he could finish his words, King Zhou was so angry that his eyes turned bloodshot. He snatched the knife from the guard next to him and slashed it hard at Jia Rui!

"Ahhhhhh, shut up! Who the hell are you? You're just a stray dog, and you dare insult me! I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!"

King Zhou was extremely angry, and he kept slashing at Jia Rui with the knife in his hand, as if he had returned to the past.

His father doted on him very much, but eventually passed the throne to his third brother.

In a rage, he swung his knife and killed his closest servant.

Although his mother tried to cover up for him, the matter still reached his father and brother.

The emperor scolded him severely, accusing him of being too cruel and worse than an animal, and wanted to put him in prison.

In order to save him, his mother committed suicide to apologize and died in front of him and his father. Before her death, she begged his father to forgive him this time and forced him to swear a poisonous oath that he would never act recklessly or cruelly in the future. Otherwise, his brother would demote him to a commoner and execute him according to the law. After his death, he could only be buried as a commoner and could not be buried in the imperial mausoleum.

But he always can't help it!

He didn't want to do this, but he really couldn't help it!

"Ahhhhhhh-"

King Zhou screamed wildly and hacked Jia Rui into a puddle of mud.

However, Jia Rui died before he swung the second blow.

Before he died, he thought of Yang Shu, who also died tragically at the hands of King Zhou.

He had proposed to King Zhou that Yang Shu's body be used as an assassin's.

Now King Zhou made him an assassin, and he was hacked to death like Yang Shu.

Really unhappy retribution!

But he was so unwilling!

He had worked so hard for so many years, but now, before he could accomplish his goal, he had become the victim of the idiot King Zhou...

Jia Rui died with his eyes open, full of resentment and unwillingness.

Those charming peach blossom eyes gradually lost their luster, soaked in blood, leaving only a bloody color.

When the daylight rose and news came from the county government office that Luo Zheng had been assassinated and injured, news also came from Zhou Wang Mansion that King Zhou had been assassinated last night.

When Luo Zheng first heard the news, he couldn't help but sneer: "King Zhou actually used this trick too, quite clever."

Feng Xinyi looked at his chest worriedly: "What should we do next?"

Luo Zheng said calmly: "Song Xingzhou has already left the city to mobilize troops. Once he has mobilized the troops, I will go to Prince Zhou's mansion in person to check on Prince Zhou's injuries."

Feng Xinyi couldn't help but ask again, "Does the assassination of King Zhou mean that he won't fight to the death?"

Luo Zheng smiled and nodded.

Feng Xinyi felt a little relieved.

Although this was not the first time that Luo Zheng had used this self-torture tactic, she still felt distressed and scared when she saw the wound on his heart.

She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid that Luo Zheng would suddenly die in front of her.

Feng Xinyi couldn't help but grab Luo Zheng's hand.

Luo Zheng patted the back of her hand comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, I'll be fine, it's just a minor injury."

On the other side, in the Prince Zhou's palace, the King Zhou took a small knife and personally cut a small incision on his belly.

There were fresh branches in a vase not far away, with layers of pink rose petals, emitting a sweet and subtle fragrance.

Not long after the news of King Zhou's assassination spread in the palace, a handsome young man in gorgeous clothes hurried to King Zhou's room.

"Father!"

As soon as he entered the inner room, he saw the wound on King Zhou's belly and cried out in surprise, "Father! You are injured!"

King Zhou said calmly, "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. I will be fine."

He didn't trust anyone, so he personally operated on the wound. Not only was it on his belly, but it was also a small cut the size of a fingernail. Furthermore, the wound was shallow and would heal quickly.

King Zhou naturally would not take such a small wound to heart.

Seeing his son's worry, he winked at the good doctor who had been waiting by the side, urging him to treat his wound quickly, and then said to his son: "Look, it's just a minor injury. The prince is fine."