The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1159

Because he has no evidence, Solomon cannot draw any conclusions at this time.

All of this is just speculation.

Picasso has ended up in prison and will be executed at a later date.

Charlie came to visit, but Picasso had no idea that it was Charlie who had done it.

He still thought that if Charlie came to see him, he would have a chance to get out of here.

He said directly to Charlie, "Charlie, you have to help me. Only you can help me now. Quickly think of a way to get me out of here."

He had been here more than once, so he knew that living here was not a pleasant experience.

To think that a prince of such high status would be begging a minister inside a high-ranking building.

However, he believes that this matter is definitely not going to end here.

He still held onto a sliver of hope.

They believed they could get out of here.

Charlie walked slowly up to Picasso.

He had a smile on his lips, and seemed to have no ill intentions.

Picasso stared at him longingly.

“Charlie, Lord Charlie, only you can help me now.”

He has now humbled himself to the lowest level, no longer considering himself a prince at all.

Because at a time like this, all he wanted was to save his life.

I don't care about anything else anymore.

All he wants is to get out of here, all he wants is to reclaim his vast land.

"Cha Da, as long as you release me from here, you will be my greatest contributor when I become the ruler of the country."

Picasso looked extremely respectful.

I felt there was not a single falsehood in it.

If Charlie really lets him out of here, he will definitely be able to keep his promise.

But he had no idea that Charlie was behind all of this.

"You only want to leave now, but it's too late."

Charlie finally revealed his true colors, letting out a cold snort.

He stared at Charlie expressionlessly.

"I have come to reunite you two brothers."

Upon hearing Charlie's words, Picasso's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief.

He finally saw through Charlie's hypocrisy.

He collapsed to the ground.

"How could this be? How could this be? You, Charlie, you? Why...?"

He had no idea that the person who had previously been so obsequious to him could now be so treacherous and cunning.

He kept shaking his head, unable to believe that what Charlie was saying was true.

But those words were like a curse, deeply etched in his mind, and he couldn't shake them off.

Charlie said it casually.

Do you think that only you brothers can become the ultimate rulers?

Charlie's tone was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

His eyes were fixed on Picasso, but as if he were looking at a dead man.

Picasso couldn't believe it at all.

He kept backing away until he was backed into a corner.

"Charlie, you're a devil. You're a devil."

He suddenly remembered that Charlie had previously encouraged him to deal with Bisso.

It turns out that all of this was Charlie's plan.

Charlie's ambition from the very beginning was to become king.

"Charlie, even you want to covet the throne?"

Picasso hated Charlie, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

He's locked up inside now and can't even take care of himself.

He was completely powerless to fight against Charlie, and now his biggest worry was his father, the king.

Who knows what treasonous things Charles might do next in his attempt to usurp the throne?

"Charlie, you traitor, I'm going to kill you."