bookrebus Chapter 92 Another one died
Chapter 92 Another one died
This sudden turn of events was like a bolt from the blue, instantly plunging everyone present into extreme panic.
That sense of panic spread rapidly like a tidal wave, as if it would engulf the entire scene.
The general standing in front of the eleventh prince was none other than his closest uncle, Liang Rong, the renowned General Zhenbei.
At this moment, he held the eleventh prince, who had already breathed his last, tightly in his arms, his eyes filled with disbelief, as if he had suffered a heavy blow and his whole being seemed to have lost its soul.
His once resolute face was now contorted with grief and pain.
He was trembling all over, like a hedgehog with its feathers standing on end; he looked quite pathetic.
His eyes widened in fury, and he roared hoarsely, "Who is it? Stop playing tricks on me, get out here now! I'll smash your head in, you bastard, and show you what I'm made of!" His roar echoed in the air, making everyone's eardrums ache, as if it were about to tear everything around them apart.
The seventh prince, standing to the side, was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly. His face was filled with terror, and his eyes revealed deep fear, as if he were the next one to die.
He wanted to escape this terrible place, but he dared not act rashly, fearing that he might accidentally anger the ruthless person and get himself killed as well.
He was firmly surrounded by his imperial guards, who were like an impregnable wall, completely encircling him without leaving a single gap.
Only when he was surrounded by these layers of protection could he feel a sliver of safety, as if only in this way could he protect himself from the attacker.
At this moment, Su Yue stood quietly in the space, silently watching the Seventh Prince's cowardly appearance.
The once imposing and fearless man who confronted the Fourth Prince Mu Yuhe has long since vanished, replaced by a cowardly and weak appearance.
Mu Yuhe was so angry that his eyes turned red. He gritted his teeth and was filled with self-blame and regret.
He blamed himself for being too careless and failing to eliminate these hidden dangers sooner, which allowed her to escape.
If he had been more decisive back then, perhaps the fourth prince, who was closest to him, wouldn't be dead now.
It's too late to say anything now. I've become a fish on a chopping board, at their mercy, powerless to fight back.
"Who will die first?" Su Yue looked at the Second Prince and the Seventh Prince.
It seems like only these two princes are left in the royal family! Wait, no, I don't think the third prince has appeared.
This second prince changes his tune very quickly and is extremely wicked. I helped him so much, but he turned around and bit me. This person cannot be allowed to live.
It's a pity that Mo Liu followed the wrong master; I just don't know if he'd be willing to switch to a different master.
But I suppose he wouldn't want to! A guard like him, raised by his master since childhood, probably wouldn't serve a second master.
Thinking about how we've spent together these past few days, it would be a real shame if I died like this.
Su Yue used her mental energy to move back and forth around the necks of the Second Prince Mu Yuhe and the Seventh Prince Mu Yuqing.
The seventh prince clearly felt something trying to grab his neck, and in terror, he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy: "Gods, spare my life! I kowtow to you, please spare my dog's life! My life is worthless, I'm willing to follow you from now on, please spare my life so I can serve you..."
The second prince also felt something at his neck, and he immediately drew his sword to block it.
Those who were protecting him saw him as a formidable enemy and drew their swords to shield him.
These two things created a stark contrast, which Su Yue found amusing.
The seventh prince was trembling uncontrollably, as if shrouded in endless fear, looking exactly like a frightened little rabbit.
Such a cowardly person might actually come in handy in the future; keeping him as a puppet emperor wouldn't be a bad idea.
The Second Prince, Mu Yuhe, was a complete ingrate, like a treacherous and cunning viper.
Keeping him in the world will only bring more trouble to us in the future. We must not tolerate evil and must get rid of him as soon as possible.
Su Yue had already given it a lot of thought, and after weighing the pros and cons, she decisively decided to target the Second Prince, Mu Yuhe.
Just as everyone was unaware, suddenly, a mysterious force surged, as if an invisible hand suddenly reached out and precisely grabbed Mu Yuhe's neck, forcefully lifting him high into the air.
However, this time Su Yue did not immediately kill him, but instead chose to let Mu Yuhe personally experience the moment of impending death, letting him struggle and waver in despair and fear.
The two guards, Mo Wu and Mo Liu, gripped their swords tightly and frantically slashed at the air around them, as if this could change the situation. But they soon realized that such futile actions were of no use.
Just then, several guards rushed forward anxiously, trying to grab Mu Yuhe's legs and free him from that invisible clutches.
No matter how hard they tried, they could not shake that powerful force in the slightest.
At this moment, Mu Yuhe finally truly felt the approach of death. His eyes widened, filled with terror and despair.
He tried desperately to cry for help, but could only let out hoarse sobs, unable to utter a single clear word.
Mu Yuhe's dying appearance was truly pitiful, lasting for a full five minutes. His body, which still had a little bit of life left, slowly breathed its last in pain and despair.
Su Yue ruthlessly tossed the dead man away as if he were a useless object. The action was swift and decisive, as casual as throwing away a tattered rag, without the slightest pity.
Su Yue still harbored doubts, fearing that the person was not truly dead. So she mobilized her spiritual power and snatched the sword from a guard's hand with lightning speed.
The sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as if carrying the aura of death.
Without hesitation, she plunged her sword into Mu Yuhe's body, each strike precise and powerful. Blood flowed down the blade, staining the already crimson ground even more.
This sudden scene startled and panicked everyone present.
Even the usually composed eunuchs were terrified and lost their composure.
Among them were eunuchs who were extremely timid, so much so that they wet their pants. The yellow liquid spread on the ground, emitting a pungent odor.
The General of the Northern Garrison was also terrified, his face turning ashen. Although he did not kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, his legs were trembling with fear.