The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1160

As he spoke, he charged straight over from that direction.

But there was a wooden wall separating them.

He was completely powerless.

Even getting out of the house is difficult, so how could they possibly kill Charlie, who now holds great power?

What he did was nothing more than a desperate struggle.

To no avail.

Charlie gave a cold snort.

"Do you think it's you who will die today, or me?"

Charlie's tone was devoid of any emotion.

Inside the prison, Picasso shouted, "Guards! Charlie is plotting to usurp the throne; he is treacherous and cunning. Arrest him! Arrest him immediately!"

Picasso roared incessantly, but the people in the prison treated him as a madman, and no one paid him any attention.

Charlie simply waved his hand, signaling the jailer beside him to come forward.

"Give him the drink."

Picasso stared wide-eyed at the pills in the jailer's hand, shaking his head and clapping repeatedly.

"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer! What are you going to give me to eat? I don't want to eat anymore."

He kept shouting, but no one paid any attention to what he was saying.

Charlie has bribed everyone here.

They dismissed Picasso's words as utter nonsense.

Charlie then ordered the jailer to give Picasso a drug that would make him mute.

To shut Picasso up completely.

"People say only the dead can't speak. I'll give you a mute drug now, let's see what you can say then?"

Even with his constant struggles, Picasso's efforts were in vain.

Two jailers immediately bound him.

Another person fed him the medicine.

“Picca, all of this is your own fault.”

"When you killed the eldest prince, did you ever think that you would one day suffer the same fate?"

Picasso was speechless; all he could do was shake his head repeatedly.

His eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at Charlie.

However, in Charlie's eyes, no matter what expression he made, it would be meaningless.

Charlie gave Picasso a cold look.

He then turned to the guard beside him.

"Let him sign it!"

Even with Picasso's constant struggle, it was all in vain.

The guards held him down tightly, and he had no way to resist.

Charlie signed a pre-written complaint.

Xu Tian still runs his restaurant, but now the restaurant no longer has any meaning for Picasso.

Those outside naturally had no idea what had happened to Picasso.

Just now, the secret guards inside the palace sent out a message.

Picasso has completely confessed.

This also means that his death is imminent.

Xu Tian is making preparations to transfer the restaurant to another company.

"Your Highness, do you mean we can leave now?"

Song Ren was somewhat surprised.

The situation is still unsettled, so why does Your Highness want to go back now?

Has everything been settled?

Xu Tian nodded.

“Picca is already in prison, and Charlie will certainly not let him off easily. Once he dies, the country will have no one left who can compete for the position of king.”

"Will Charlie really kill Picasso?" Songren asked.

Song Ren was somewhat incredulous, but since Xu Tian had already said so, it was probably true.

"Lord Cha, what is his true motive?"

Songren still hasn't figured out what exactly happened.