roccoschili Chapter 393 Disposal
Chapter 393 Disposal
Chapter 393
As expected, Emperor Yuanzhen looked him up and down, seeing that his expression was the same as when he was a child, and his eyebrows and eyes were 80% similar to his own, the urge to kill him in his rage gradually subsided.
You can escape the death penalty, but you can’t avoid the living punishment!
He closed his eyes, then opened them again. Aside from redness in his eyes, no other emotion was visible. He then raised his foot and kicked the Third Prince in the chest. The Third Prince fell to the ground, clutching his chest in pain, mumbling, "Father, Father..."
Emperor Yuanzhen took two steps back, his eyes filled with disappointment. "Whether I have fallen into a trap or not, I know for myself."
"Somebody come!"
"Chen is here!"
"The Third Prince has become gravely ill due to excessive worry and is incurable. From this day forward, he will be confined to the Prince's Palace and heavily guarded. He is not allowed to leave the palace again."
Ultimately, he couldn't bear to see his son, the one closest to him since childhood, accused of patricide and usurpation. Imprisoning him in the prince's mansion for the rest of his life was the ultimate punishment for this ambitious son.
"Yes, I obey your command." Someone immediately stepped forward, seemingly helping the Third Prince up, but actually holding him tightly, making it impossible for him to move, let alone break free.
Upon hearing this decision, the Third Prince was filled with both relief and disbelief. He was relieved that his father still had a fatherly bond with him and would not let him be condemned to eternal damnation. He was also in disbelief that his father would actually punish him in this way. For someone as ambitious as him, this was undoubtedly a fatal blow.
Even though he was being half-dragged backwards, he couldn't hold back his tears, completely disregarding his dignity: "Father, Daddy, please forgive me. I won't dare to do it again."
But he only shouted a few words, and the next moment someone touched his neck, and his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.
Emperor Yuanzhen felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he still had to steel himself and steel his heart not to even glance at him. He then looked at the eldest prince who was being dragged aside, looking completely devoid of any fighting spirit. He said, "Untie the eldest prince."
"Yes." Someone finally came to their senses. The eldest prince had already been thrown aside. Everyone rushed forward to help him up, untied him, and pulled the cloth out of his mouth.
The eldest prince just let others do what they wanted. After they untied him, he knelt there straight, not saying a word, not daring to look up at Emperor Yuanzhen.
Emperor Yuanzhen was even more disappointed by his quail-like appearance, but he could do nothing about it. This child was born to a concubine during his time in the imperial residence. As his eldest son, he had held him in high regard during his childhood. However, due to his reckless nature and his mother's foolishness and recklessness, he was not worthy of being a noble man. Later, with the birth of other sons, he was gradually marginalized.
But even so, he still remembered the joy he felt when he first became a father. He couldn't understand why, though his people considered him a wise ruler, he had done such a poor job educating his children. His sons all hoped for his death. Could the position of ruler of the world really have such magical power?
It had been so long, and he vaguely wondered if he had been hoping for his father's death just as much when he had won the throne. Or perhaps he simply didn't want to remember it. At this point, his mind was completely blank.
His thoughts were wild and unrestrained, but they gradually came back to him. He took a deep breath, as if to expel the anger in his chest. Looking at his eldest son, whose head was lowering lower and lower, he seemed to calm all his anger and worry, and his voice became calm and steady: "The eldest prince is kind and honest, and has the utmost filial piety. He has volunteered to pray for the people. I hereby order that from today on, the eldest prince will voluntarily go to the imperial mausoleum to guard it and pray for the country and the people. Without my decree, he will not be allowed to return to the capital in this lifetime."
The eldest prince suddenly looked up at Emperor Yuanzhen. Unlike the third prince, he didn't have a favored mother. His mother was mediocre and untalented. Had she not given birth to him, she probably wouldn't have even been able to enter the harem. Even so, she only achieved the rank of concubine, and for many years, her father rarely remembered her. He thought he was doomed, but his father didn't show favoritism, preferring to give his third brother a chance, unwilling to let him bear the infamy and infamy forever. What if he was confined to guard the imperial mausoleum forever? Back then, the emperor was far away, and as long as he didn't have other thoughts, he could live a free life.
His eyes were moist, and there seemed to be ink in them. His voice was choked with sobs as he kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, I thank you very much, Father. I wish you good health and a long life."
Emperor Yuanzhen turned his back and waved his hand. The imperial guards stepped forward to help the eldest prince up and then took him away.
After a long while, the deep voice of Emperor Yuanzhen was heard again: "Anyone who follows the two princes today, regardless of their family background, will be buried with honor. General Wuwei has secretly hidden military maps and colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country. I am furious and have ordered the extermination of his entire clan and execution today."
The followers of the First and Third Princes, though already suspecting something, remained overcome with grief upon hearing this. They were not the two princes themselves, but His Majesty's own sons. They had been spared by His Majesty, yet they had still brought such disaster upon themselves. His Majesty's words sealed their fate.
General Wuwei collapsed to the ground, a faint smell of foul fluid oozing from between his legs, revealing his miserable state. He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to beg for mercy, but no sound came out.
Without waiting for Emperor Yuanzhen to speak, the Hidden Dragon Guards raised their swords and sent those who followed the prince on their way.
Seeing this, General Wuwei was so frightened that he closed his eyes and fainted. Someone grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away.
After everyone left, Emperor Yuancheng suddenly covered his chest and bent over, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
Lord Su's face suddenly changed when he saw this. He stumbled forward and supported the staggering emperor, his voice filled with fear: "Your Majesty! What's wrong with you? You must not scare me! The imperial physician—! Quickly call the imperial physician!"
Fortunately, the imperial physicians had not yet left the Taiji Hall, and they helped Emperor Yuancheng back inside. Doctor Fang took the emperor's pulse and immediately pulled a brown pill from his medicine chest. He fed it to the emperor with warm water, and the emperor's tense expression finally eased.
Emperor Yuanzhen took a deep breath and looked at Doctor Fang with a tired expression: "How is it? Is there anything else?" After this incident, he seemed to have aged overnight, and his temples were covered with a few more white hairs.
Doctor Fang sighed inwardly. Even the emperor was still a loving father. But this glimmer of pity was fleeting. After all, the man before him was the Emperor of the Great Zhou, ruling the empire. How could a mere physician like him feel any pity? He suppressed his emotion and spoke in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, from years of toil, has already suffered from a deficiency of vital energy and blood. Adding to this the old poison, and now, with the anxiety and anger that has overtaken him, your condition is terminal... I daresay, Your Majesty's health... I'm afraid..." He trailed off, his hand trembling slightly as he clenched the medical box.
Emperor Yuanzhen's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew his physical condition better than anyone else, and had anticipated it long ago. Hearing the imperial physician's hesitation, he forced himself to take another deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "I forgive you. Speak."