How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

Chapter 617 God’s evil is still forgivable! People who commit evil will not live!

Inside Jingren Palace.

After the eunuch collected Ding Baiying's body and head, there was only a pool of blood on the ground.

Zhu Youxiao looked extremely irritable.

Ding Baiying is dead. It is estimated that we will no longer be able to find out who wants to assassinate my prince.

Wei Zhongxian?

Guest Yinyue?

Or is there someone else?

or……

The mastermind behind the scenes is my queen Zhang Yan?

After experiencing the explosion, Zhu Youxiao's energy and spirit weakened again, and he only felt a splitting headache thinking about these things.

After sending Qin Liangyu and Wei Zhongxian away, he couldn't wait to go to Kunning Palace to see Concubine Ren and his son Zhu Cijiong.

These two people have been his pet peeves in recent years, and nothing should happen to them again.

"Zi Tong, since this matter is over, how about we go and see Jiong'er together?"

Zhu Youxiao forced a smile and looked at Zhang Yan with some fear.

The calmness Zhang Yan showed just now made him feel that this wife was becoming more and more unfamiliar.

She was so strange that he didn't even dare to get close to her.

"Jiong'er?"

Hearing Zhu Youxiao mention Zhu Cijiong, Zhang Yan couldn't bear it.

Seeing Zhu Youxiao turning around and walking away again, he finally sighed.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to go!"

"Ok?"

Zhu Youxiao was stunned and turned around immediately.

"Zitong, what do you mean?"

Zhang Yan stood up silently.

"I lied to you. Only Concubine Ren went to Kunning Palace, but Jiong'er was not there..."

Zhu Youxiao trembled all over.

"Zi Tong... no, Baozhu... no, Zhang Yan! You... what do you mean?"

The look of regret on Zhang Yan's face became heavier and she pointed behind her.

"Jiong'er is there, Your Majesty...hey...you'd better go and see it yourself."

When Zhu Youxiao heard this, he went crazy.

The child is in Jingren Palace?

Could it be that the assassin just now succeeded and killed my child?

He rushed into the hall like crazy, and for a moment he remembered a man's shrill cry.

When the maids and eunuchs outside the palace heard the sound, they all knelt on the ground in fear, trembling.

"My lady..."

Lu Lingxuan was the first to discover that the prince had died young, and looked at Baozhu worriedly.

She was really afraid that the emperor would be angry and the treasure would suffer.

"All of you, please stand down."

Zhang Yan waved her hand tiredly.

"My lady..."

Lu Lingxuan opened her mouth again.

"Get out!"

Zhang Yan shouted angrily in a cold voice. Lu Lingxuan did not dare to hesitate anymore and had to leave in a hurry with everyone.

When Zhang Yan was the only one left in Jingren Palace, Zhang Yan sat back helplessly.

The early summer sun disappeared after the explosion, leaving only dark clouds in the sky.

The rain seemed about to pour down.

Zhang Yan looked at the dark clouds in the sky and sighed in her heart.

Intentionally planting flowers but not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows make a shade.

Is this Ming Dynasty really going to perish?

As if in response to Zhang Yan, a thunder suddenly broke out in the sky.

Clang!

Heavy rain poured down, soaking the Queen's phoenix robe.

Zhang Yan still sat quietly, wondering what she was thinking.

"Bitch! Bitch..."

After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Youxiao finally stopped crying and staggered out of the hall.

He was holding a baby in his arms. It was just one month old. It was pale and bleeding from its orifices. It had obviously been dead for a long time.

When Zhu Youxiao passed the threshold of the hall, he was so frightened and angry that he tripped over the threshold and fell down.

The child in his arms also fell out of his hands and fell straight in front of Zhang Yan.

"Jiong'er, Jiong'er..."

As the heavy rain poured down, Zhu Youxiao got up and rushed away like crazy when he saw his son fell into the water.

He picked up his son, picked up the Xiuchundao dropped by Lu Wenzhao, and pointed it at Zhang Yan.

"Bitch! Tell me, who killed my Jiong'er! Is it you? Tell me, is it you!!!"

Zhu Youxiao has gone completely crazy.

If Zhang Yan in front of him dares to say yes, he will cut her into pieces.

My son!

All the sons and grandsons of my old Zhu family are dead!

No one knows that he has been unable to act in recent years. If Jiong'er dies again, he will be completely extinct.

"I?"

Under the pouring rain, Zhang Yan turned around and looked calmly.

"Ha ha……"

She did not answer Zhu Youxiao's words, but asked instead.

"Your Majesty, does it hurt? Four years ago, I was just like you. I was in extreme pain, holding my poor child!"

"you……"

Zhu Youxiao looked down at his son in his arms, then glared at Zhang Yan. The knife in his hand stretched forward again, directly between Zhang Yan's neck.

A blood mark was suddenly drawn on the slender white neck. The blood was washed away by the heavy rain in an instant, and then flowed out and washed away again, over and over again.

"Zhang Yan! I'm asking you, did you kill my son? If not you, who was it?"

Zhu Youxiao gritted his teeth, "I'm going crazy! I'm already crazy! You answer me, or I'll chop you alive, just like Lu Wenzhao chopped off Bai Ying..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhang Yan laughed nervously.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Do you still want to kill me?"

"Four years ago, you brought Wei Zhongxian and Ke Yinyue to Kunning Palace not to visit me and my poor child, but to kill me too, right?"

"If I hadn't handed over the Phoenix Seal to Ke Yinyue in time, if I hadn't pretended to be pitiful and scared, I would have died that year, do you think so?"

hum!

Zhu You's head was about to explode. He stared at Zhang Yan and was shaking all over.

"Don't mention that, bitch, don't mention that again! Just tell me who killed my Jiong'er! Tell me!"

"Who?"

Zhang Yan's smile faded, as if she was possessed by a fierce ghost under the heavy rain.

The bright red phoenix robe was worn on her frail body, dancing in the wind.

"Who else could it be! My Majesty, it is of course you. It was you who killed your child with your own hands!!!"

"I?"

Zhu Youxiao froze on the spot, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Why is it me, why is it me?

How could he be the emperor of Ming Dynasty!

He was about to say something, but a burst of crying and shouting came from outside Jingren Palace.

Concubine Ren rushed in. When she saw Zhu Youxiao, she knelt down and shouted in tears.

"His Majesty!"

"Jiong'er was shaken to death by that loud noise!"

boom!

Zhu Youxiao's brain exploded again.

Shocked to death?

My son was shocked to death?

Yes.

The explosion was so serious that more than two thousand craftsmen fell to death in the three main halls, resulting in countless casualties in the city. Even my Qianqing Palace was about to collapse.

Jiong'er was just one month old, so it was not surprising that he was shocked to death.

only……

Zhang Yan, why did you say I killed him?

Zhu Youxiao's mind once again echoed yesterday's words from Guanshan Taibao Feng Lixin.

"Your Majesty, there will be a disaster in Kyoto in the near future. Please evacuate the crowd immediately and drive all the people in the city out of the city for temporary shelter..."

The Xiuchun knife that Zhu Youxiao was holding gradually loosened and fell to the ground with a clang.

Everything has already foreshadowed my tragic situation today.

What else should I complain about?

My only son, Jiong'er, was killed by me myself, wasn't it?

Hahahaha...

If the emperor loses his virtue, the people will suffer.

Disasters will come from heaven and the Ming Dynasty will perish!

Clang!

Accompanied by another loud thunder in the sky.

puff……

Zhu Youxiao spurted out a mouthful of black blood and fell straight down.

"emperor……"