The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1157

Charlie led his men into the morgue. He was carrying an imperial decree, and no one dared to stop him.

The coroner beside him examined the body.

"My lord, according to the examination, the eldest prince died of poisoning."

"Moreover, this poison was brought in from outside, because it's impossible for highly toxic substances to be found inside a prison cell."

Let's make a judgment.

Charlie nodded.

"Just check it once to make sure it's true."

After he finished speaking, he circled the body again and examined it once more.

After confirming that everything was correct, he had his servant write down the entire process.

"Sir, what do you think should be done about this matter?"

Charlie shook his head. "No need. These are all facts. I have already said that you just need to write them down truthfully."

The coroner nodded in agreement, and then instructed his servant to write down all the evidence on a piece of paper.

Charlie already had a plan in mind.

They believed that the matter was now foolproof.

They then returned to their residence.

He had barely entered the mansion when he heard that Picasso had arrived.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, immediately realizing that Picasso had sent someone to monitor him.

But even so, it doesn't matter now.

He no longer cared whether Picasso was spying on him.

Picasso wanted to ensure that this matter would go perfectly.

The decision was made to bribe Charlie. Since Charlie had taken full responsibility for this matter, they would bribe him to lie so that he could get away unscathed.

Then, Picasso visited Charlie's house, bringing real gold and silver, hoping to help Charlie cross the seas.

Help him conceal the truth.

“Charlie, you should know that Bisso is dead now. No matter how much you try to exonerate him, he can’t come back to life.”

"Therefore, for your future benefit, we absolutely cannot let this matter really come to light."

Charlie, adept at disguising himself, nodded repeatedly after hearing Picasso's words.

"The Second Prince is right. Now that the First Prince is dead, the Second Prince is the best candidate to succeed to the throne among all the princes."

"If Solomon were to truly bring this matter to light, it would be of no benefit to anyone."

Charlie smiled gently; his meaning was quite simple.

The implication is that Picasso would be the best candidate to succeed to the throne.

As long as these people can cover up the facts and support Picasso.

From then on, they would all be loyal ministers and generals by Picasso's side.

Charlie gave Picasso a perfunctory agreement, but as soon as Picasso left, he immediately summoned his trusted confidants.

"Go and find all the things you hid yesterday for me."

After he finished speaking, he immediately ordered someone to bring him all the evidence that Picasso had murdered Picasso.

After carefully collecting the evidence, he went directly to the palace to meet the emperor.

All reports, including Bisso's autopsy report, were handed over to the king.

When the king saw the report and learned the truth about his son's death, he was furious.

"Piccas! You beast, you beast!"

The king was devastated.

He never imagined that his eldest son would be killed because of his second son.

And it was a truly appalling sight.

Picasso not only killed his own brother, but also wanted to burn his body in order to cover it up.

His actions were utterly unforgivable.

The king was heartbroken and immediately ordered Picasso to be brought to him.

He reprimanded Picasso for causing the death of his own brother.