The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1146

"That's fine!"

"Drag him out and let him reflect on his actions in prison."

His tone sounded extremely helpless.

This is the last thing he wanted to see.

He had reached his limit with this son.

They originally planned to let him off the hook, but instead put him in solitary confinement.

But to my surprise, he was incredibly stubborn.

Now they're doing something so absurd.

If this gets out, where will he, as the king, put his face?

Even their entire Western country is a disgrace.

He absolutely cannot take such a risk to save his son.

Your son has utterly disappointed him.

Bisso never imagined that he only wanted to come to the palace to see that woman.

But I never expected that I would end up in jail.

Most importantly, he did nothing.

He didn't know what was going on, and he was even a little confused about how he had been sent to prison.

Meanwhile, Picasso, upon learning of this, was already laughing so hard he was doubled over.

"Biso must never have imagined that he would end up like this."

"He probably can't imagine that his situation is hopeless right now. He might still be clinging to a sliver of hope even in his cell."

"After all, he has several important ministers behind him. Only by eliminating all of them can we kill Bisuo's right-hand men."

“Biso is now completely useless, and we can plan to get rid of him at any time.”

Xu Tian gently put down the cup he was holding.

A faint hint of murderous intent lingered between his brows.

Since arriving here, this was the first time that those around him had sensed any murderous intent emanating from him.

Even though he had already killed many people at that time.

Picasso stood up and decided to visit the prison after all.

However, this time he was not really going to visit Bisso, who had lost everything.

He only wanted to provoke Biso into madness, wanting to send him to his death with his own eyes.

Watching Picasso's departing figure, Xu Tian and Charlie exchanged a glance.

The two of them smiled knowingly.

I had already guessed that Picasso wouldn't be so kind as to visit his elder brother.

Sure enough, after a short while, Picasso appeared outside the prison gate.

He saw Bisso, who looked utterly destitute.

Upon seeing the person before him, Bisso immediately revealed a look of disdain and contempt.

He naturally didn't believe that Picasso genuinely disliked visiting him.

"You're here to see me make a fool of myself, aren't you? Let me tell you, you'll never see me in my sorry state."

Even if you see me with nothing now, I will eventually make a comeback.

“Picca, this was all part of your plan! You first sent a beauty to the Emperor, and now you’re using her to frame me.”

"My dear second brother, how cruel you are!"

Picasso listened quietly as Picasso finished telling his story.

"Eldest brother, have you finished speaking? If you have, now it's my turn to tell you everything."

"Since you already know that I sent beautiful women to my father, and that this was all part of my plan, I might as well tell you about another plan."