Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

The next day!

The sun is shining!

The Imperial Capital, the Noon Gate, has long been besieged and impenetrable.

Almost all the prominent people in the imperial capital arrived, and all Kyoto government officials were dispatched to maintain order.

What's more, there are rumors that Kyoto's defense forces have also gathered outside the capital to keep a tight watch in case of emergency.

Such a large battle had only been seen in the Zhou Dynasty for nearly a hundred years.

The last time there was a defensive mobilization in Kyoto, it was because Daxia's cavalry broke through a hole in the northern border, and an elite drove straight in and attacked Huanglong.

But this time, it was not the crisis of the Zhou Dynasty, but Zhou Zheng's execution of the third prince Zhou Qiao!

As noon gets closer and closer, the Caishikou Prison Execution Area becomes even more crowded.

Some people who couldn't squeeze in even climbed up to the roof and stood on tiptoes, wishing they could put their eyes on the spot where they would be executed.

After all, since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, there has never been a situation where a prince beheaded a prince in prison.

At this time, Zhou Zheng was sitting on the execution platform with a solemn expression, his eyes slightly focused and his expression complex.

According to past customs, killing members of the royal family is a very big deal. In addition to the people watching, almost all ministers of the court will be dispatched.

But this time, looking around, except for a few representatives sent by the Zongren Mansion, there are no officials above the third rank in the court!

As for the princes, they all stayed at home and were collectively speechless.

"Master, it's almost time!"

Three minutes past noon.

Qin Gou'er walked up to Zhou Zheng and spoke in a low voice.

Zhou Zheng raised his head slightly, feeling the heat of the scorching sun, and sighed softly.

Looking around, the people's eyes not only showed no panic or anxiety about the impending beheading, but instead looked excited.

Since ancient times, the people killed in Caishikou have always been young people, and occasionally officials, which is no longer easy.

As for killing the royal children and the current princes in such a place, there are only a handful of them.

Some of the people closest to him even had wooden basins in their hands.

Zhou Zheng only glanced at it and knew that the purpose of this wooden basin was to catch some of Zhou Qiao's blood.

After all, in the eyes of the world, this is dragon blood!

Very useful.

And what they were excited about was not just the dragon blood, but the concept of hierarchy that had been suppressed in their hearts for a long time.

They never thought that one day they would see the once-high-ranking prince become a prisoner and a sinner despised by thousands of people.

They kept cursing Zhou Qiao.

It sounds like he is cursing Zhou Qiao for his rebellious behavior, but what he is cursing is Zhou Qiao's treason.

It seems that in the mouths of these people, they are all standing in front of the country's justice at this time.

Only Zhou Zheng knew that they were just using this as a way to vent their anger and trample the royal family under their feet.

This is the sorrow of the people at the bottom.

It vividly demonstrates the inequality of poverty and suffering in human nature.

Turning his eyes away from the onlookers, his ears were filled with their noisy voices, only to find that the people in the clan's mansion had their heads lowered.

No one urged Zhou Zheng, no one even reminded Zhou Zheng.

They seemed to be outsiders, just coming to participate.

In the end, Zhou Zheng stood up and walked towards Zhou Qiao.

Zhou Qiao's hands were tied, and as the prince's last dignity, he was not allowed to kneel.

At this time, Zhou Qiao looked pale. Although he had been mentally prepared, he could not stop trembling all over.

"you lose......"

Standing in front of Zhou Qiao, Zhou Zheng hesitated for a moment and only said these words.

"Lost!?"

"Yes, I lost!"

Zhou Qiao gritted his teeth, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then a trace of despair reappeared on his face.

He used to look down on Zhou Zheng so much and didn't care about Zhou Zheng, but he didn't expect that he would fall into Zhou Zheng's hands in the end.

"But!"

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Zhou Qiao's dead face!

"You think you won!?"

In Sen Han's eyes, a trace of hatred sprang up without any warning.

He lost. When Daxia was captured by Zhou Zheng, he knew that he and Zhou Zheng were completely defeated.

With this kind of defeat, he originally thought he would be expelled from the clan and exiled, but he never expected that he would be beheaded!

He couldn't figure it out, he wasn't convinced, he even proposed to meet Emperor Tianjing!

But he finally endured it.

Zhou Qiao did not retract his confession, and even when he was pulled into the market entrance, there was no commotion, but unusual calm. ,

He did not refute and suffered the humiliation of the world.

He didn't show off or accuse Zhou Zheng.

He was not angry or arrogant.

He made himself look like an ordinary person, frail as a dying person.

because!

This is the last game between him and Zhou Zheng!

"Kill me, you will be the biggest loser!"

As expected, Zhou Qiao spoke softly.

His voice was not loud, but there was a hint of radicalness and madness in it!

There was no hysteria in his words, but instead there was a hint of sinister chill!

"If I die, you will never have the chance to be crowned!"

"Ethics and morals won't allow it, and the royal family won't agree."

"I used my own death to prevent you from reaching the final position. Which one of us do you think will win!?"

"If I die, do you think other princes will let you go and history will forgive you in the future!?"

A smile appeared on Zhou Qiao's dead face.

This kind of smile is so cold that it makes people's hair stand on end.

"you hate me!?"

Looking at each other, Zhou Zheng took a deep breath.

"hatred?!"

"Of course I hate it!"

"If it weren't for you, Concubine Shu would not have died!"

"If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this!?"

"Do you think I hate you?!"

Jie Jie smiled, and when he mentioned Concubine Shu, Zhou Qiao's eyes were bloodshot.

The only woman he has ever loved in this life!

But the two couldn't really be together, and they couldn't even give her a ride when she died!

"But, I'm dead, do you think my father will let you go?!"

"I have never fought you, but equally, you haven't completely won either!"

"The me I am today will be you tomorrow!"

After leaving these words, Zhou Qiao closed his eyes.

"Is it?!"

"I've said it before, even God can't take away my life!"

"I control my own life!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Zheng turned around.

"I won't lose!"

"I never did, not now, and never in the future!"

A determined voice came, and the arrogant words made Zhou Qiao's body move slightly.

But he still didn't open his eyes.

"Noon has arrived!"

"cut!"

With a low shout, the executioner walked towards Zhou Qiao amidst the excited voices of countless people.

The moment the sword fell!

Zhou Qiao's head fell to the ground!

The uproar and excitement of the people watching the death also reached the extreme!

The once most favored prince died!