The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1162

“You are now nothing more than a fallen prince, or even someone who is already on the verge of death.”

"No one can get you out of here now. What do you think I'm here for?"

Charlie looked at Picasso inside.

Picasso has now become a lamb to the slaughter in his hands.

No one can save him now.

Picasso still thought he was a prince who could do whatever he wanted.

Charlie found it utterly ridiculous.

"I think that as a prince, you are still a bit foolish. Even at this point, you still can't see the situation clearly! It's really a pity."

However, he felt it didn't matter; even if Picasso couldn't see the situation clearly, it was no use anyway.

Picasso is doomed.

Charlie directly ordered the jailers to force Picasso to be given poison and sent on his way.

Picasso kept backing away, unable to believe that his father would actually kill him.

He kept shouting, "This was all Charlie's doing, it has nothing to do with me, it really has nothing to do with me."

"Charlie, you're a devil, a devil! I'll haunt you even as a ghost."

But before he could finish shouting, the jailers had already retreated.

Picasso was poisoned to death.

Charlie sneered.

"Since he's already a ghost, didn't Bisso make the same vow you just made? But what does it matter? Did he really come back to life?"

"So you're stupid, you've never really been smart."

"You believe things that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe."

"That's absolutely stupid."

He looked again at the corpse lying on the ground in front of him.

Picasso did not suffer any torture before he died; his face looked very peaceful, as if he were asleep.

However, because he had just engaged in a fierce battle, his expression looked somewhat ferocious.

Charlie ordered his men to move Picasso's body.

"Just find a random mass grave and feed it to the stray dogs!"

"If someone comes to ask for a body, we can just give them any corpse we can find."

Charles returned to the palace to report the news, and the king was devastated upon hearing it.

Having lost two sons in succession, his face had lost all its luster, even the color of blood had vanished.

“Piccas, my son…”

If he hadn't been forced by circumstances, why would he have personally ordered the killing of his own son?

He now believes it's all his fault, because if he hadn't discovered it earlier and stopped Picasso.

Perhaps none of this will happen.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Both of his children lost their lives in this way.

The king originally had only five children.

Now two people have died at once, and they were the two most likely to become his future successors.

He felt utterly disheartened and waved to the person in front of him, saying:

"Go down! Give Pikachu a proper burial, and provide his wives and concubines with generous sums of money,"

Although Pikachu, as a prince, died because of a crime, none of his wives, concubines, or children would be implicated.

Charlie, however, had no intention of letting go of anyone who might seek revenge later.

After killing Picasso, he ordered his assassins in black to kill all of Picasso's wives, concubines, and children.

Charlie believed that everything was going in the direction he wanted.

If he adds a little more fuel to the fire, he can get everything he wants.