A young man with a bloody face staggered and ran alone, but was easily overturned to the ground by the samurai chasing after him. He fell hard, and the sharp stones cut through his beautiful and delicate brocade robe, leaving several deep wounds, and large chunks of blood soaked in.

"Tell him to come to me! You minions! You don't deserve to touch me! Tell him to come to me! The boy roared with the last of his strength, but his voice trembled faintly and lifelessly. He struggled to hold himself on to his feet, but he fell to the ground again and again, as pitiful as a dying ant.

"Your Highness." The samurai moved out of the way, and the man who walked in front of the boy stood with his hands bowed, and called the boy respectfully, his eyes dropped from the height, and his eyelashes moved slightly.

The young man desperately grabbed the corner of the man's clothes as if he saw a life-saving straw, "Cousin, cousin, you save me, save me, I never wanted to betray the fourth brother, I am the most obedient, how could the poisonous wine be given to the second brother!" ”

"Who is the fourth brother of His Highness?"

The young man didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately changed his words: "Prince, it's His Royal Highness the Prince." I don't understand anything, I don't know anything, I will be so obedient in my life, the prince can definitely rest assured! ”

The man waved his hand and motioned for the warriors to stand back, and the sharp blade with fresh blood finally removed from the boy's body.

"His Royal Highness is still young, and it is too long to say that he will live for a lifetime."

"Cousin," the boy pleaded in a low voice, tears mixed with blood sliding down in pieces. You're my cousin too, why didn't you save me. ”

The man's eyebrows moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment. The young man tried his best to find a slight emotion on his face, even if it was only half a point of pity, it was extremely comforting, but unfortunately, the cold and stiffness of the world was far from being something that the innocence in his heart could compete with.

"The minister is a servant, and His Highness is the master. Servant master is the way of heaven. Xiao Chen is just an ant, how can he fight against the Heavenly Dao. His Royal Highness King Jian is the prince's flesh and blood brother, and he should be more sensitive than the minister. He squatted down, took out a piece of white silk from his arms, and respectfully placed it in front of the young man, the delicate and silky white silk greeted the sun, reflecting the brilliant silver light.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is thinking about your honor, and he will still give you what you deserve. That's for the best. He looked directly at the young man's painful face, but he didn't dare to show half of the sadness in his heart. Xiao Zhe. After all, he couldn't help but whisper, the young man's eyes widened in surprise, Xiao Zhe was his milk name, everyone called him that when he was a child, and when he grew up, he was called His Royal Highness, and even he himself was about to forget this name. I didn't expect that to this day, there are still people who will remember it and say it so gently.

"Xiao Zhe, all I can do is accompany you for this section, go ahead, at least this is the least painful road."

The young man sighed, but still said stubbornly: "I didn't kill the second brother, I will never do it." My father said that my brother is my closest relative, and he is the most unabandonable person in this world, and I am my father's son, and I will never go against my father's wishes. I love all my brothers," the boy fell with tears in his eyes, "even if he is an ant!" ”

The loud tone did not bury the momentum of the royal family, and the man was slightly stunned, then stood up and turned away. "Send the King of the Stream, be decent."

The boy was surrounded by samurai, and he could only find the figure through the gaps. "I didn't kill my brother, I didn't form a party, and I didn't have the ambition to plot the prince!" The snow-white silk cloth was tightly wrapped around the boy's neck, and he had become breathless and his strength gradually dissipated. But he didn't give up, and he couldn't see anything in his big eyes. The samurai were so heavy that blood spilled from their necks. "What I regret the most is that I didn't plan the prince. Maybe ......" broke off in one breath, and the boy finally stopped struggling. Whatever his perhaps, there was no longer a chance.

"Lord Xue, King Jian has been ambushed." When the warrior came up to make a report, the man nodded, and ordered the young man's body to be buried, and then turned and mounted his horse, not daring to turn back for a minute. Because he knew that such a vain death would not be blind, and he was afraid to see such eyes. But what can he do, since ancient times, there has been a struggle for royal power, which one has not reached the top with a lot of white bones. Born noble, living in such a stormy environment all his life, he knows too well that if he can't cling to the supreme ruler of power, he is afraid that he will have been torn apart. King Jian is innocent, but what is guilty is his identity. What the prince wants to kill is his same background as himself, and what he wants to erase is his original identity as a concubine in people's memories, as well as the hidden threats in the future.

The king's son is dead, mad and crazy, and the crown prince is the only heir, which is the ideal state of every successor monarch, and he has forged all this for him, can he seek peace for half a lifetime? He expected and longed for it, but he also felt haggard in his heart like never before. The noble birth did not bring him the glory he deserved, but turned him into an out-and-out executioner. For many years, sleeping peacefully was something he longed for infinitely.