Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 3.24

The ministers wanted to persuade him again, but Meng Zezhi acted arbitrarily, not allowing others to be beaked: "That's the thing to say, retreat."

The officials looked at each other. Is this still the gentle and humble Royal Highness Ning in their memory?

Or is it that he was originally this temperament, the former amiable and courteous corporal pretended to be?

It's too deep to hide it!

What's more, the emperor is too strong, and it is not a good thing for the courtiers.

The ministers couldn't help falling into deep anxiety.

After the dynasty, Meng Zezhi said to Tao An: "You should do it yourself for the Tang king (eighth prince). For the sake of him calling me the fifth brother, you can give him a decent way to die."

"Yes." Tao An hurriedly bowed, and then he seemed to think of something: "Long live, how do you deal with the family of King Tang, and Princess Liu in the palace?"

Meng Zezhi had a meal. Even though the eighth prince was less than a year younger than him, he was married early. With the concubine and concubine full of the yard, he had five sons alone. ...

Concubine Liu is the mother concubine of the Eighth Prince.

Meng Zezhi thought for a while, and said, "Send Princess Liu to the Baohua Hall, so that she can practice cultivation. As for the Tang Princess and the descendants of the Tang King...just send it to guard the imperial tomb. The rest are waiting, all sold as slave."

Not to blame for his cruelty, but to blame them for the misfortune of the Eighth Prince.

"Yes." Tao An took the order.

In the prison of the clan mansion.

The Eighth Prince slumped in the corner of the wall, his body was tightly tied, and his mouth was stuffed with a cloth towel. The two bones were deeply sunken, staring blankly at the floor tiles under his feet, motionless.

From the hatred and unwillingness at the beginning to the depression now, more than a month was enough to extinguish his fighting spirit.

At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the cell.

"Oh, isn't this Duke Tao, you are..."

"By long live will..."

As he said, the sound of footsteps got closer and closer.

The eighth prince raised his head and saw the person coming. His heart like a stagnant water instantly stirred up waves of waves, his pupils tightened, and blue veins on his forehead appeared.

Tao An——

The jailer quickly took out the key to open the cell door.

Tao Anju looked at the Eighth Prince condescendingly, sneered, turned around and said to the officials and jailers: "Okay, you can go down first."

"Yes."

A group of people retired respectfully, leaving only the two eunuchs brought by Tao An to guard the gate.

Tao An just lifted the robe, bent over and entered the cell. After standing still, he said leisurely: "His Royal Highness, it's been a long time since I saw you."

The eyes of the eighth prince flashed with an uncontrollable anger, matched with the appearance of a disheveled hair, like an enraged lion.

Tao Anpi smiled without a smile, squatted down, and reached out to pull out the cloth towel from the eighth prince's mouth.