Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

Chapter 1418 The tough prince!

The autumn wind swept across the square in front of the palace gate. Chu Ning's gaze swept across the ministers kneeling on the ground like a knife, and finally fell on Emperor Chu.

His eyes were cold and unwavering.

"I know the contributions of the Grand Tutor to the State of Chu."

Chu Ning spoke slowly, his voice low and sharp, like a sword slowly being unsheathed.

"But this cannot be a reason for the Grand Tutor to poison me."

His fingers gently stroked the sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white, as if he was suppressing some surging murderous intent.

"If it weren't for the residual blood spider venom in my body, you would be—"

He paused, his gaze piercing everyone like ice: "It's time to hold my funeral in Taiji Hall."

"boom--"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of the ministers.

The Emperor of Chu's face turned pale instantly. He opened his mouth as if wanting to explain himself, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and no sound came out.

"Ning'er..."

The King of Chu finally spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "Grand Tutor... Grand Tutor is old. Even if we don't kill him now, he can only live for half a year..."

"Half a year?" Chu Ning sneered and interrupted him directly: "Father, you are wrong."

He slowly raised his hand, palm facing up, as if grasping something in the void.

"The Grand Tutor himself said that he hates me to the core."

His voice was soft, but it sent chills down everyone's spine: "Even if I let him go today, he will do everything he can to attack me again."

Jiang Tong knelt on the ground, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He quickly shouted, "Your Highness! We are willing to persuade the Grand Tutor to retire and return home, and never set foot in the court again!"

The Crown Prince has concerns, so if the Grand Tutor's concerns are dispelled, will there be room for maneuver in this matter?

"Ah."

Chu Ning raised his lips in a sarcastic arc: "Master Jiang, do you think you can really persuade him?"

His eyes swept over every official present, his voice as cold as iron:

"It is precisely because you, the Taifu's disciples and former officials, are still in the court that the Taifu is even more unwilling to accept this and wants revenge even more!"

He swung his sleeves and said sternly, "I don't like to strike back after others have done something wrong. Today—"

"We have to eradicate the problem completely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yu took a step forward, and his aura suddenly burst out, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

The white horse cavalry behind him stepped forward at the same time, their iron armors clanging, their horses neighing, and a murderous atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire place!

"My Lords—"

Zhao Yu shouted coldly, his hand on the hilt of the knife: "Please step back!"

"Otherwise—" His eyes were like knives: "Catch him on the spot!"

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The ministers kneeling on the ground were pale. Some of them looked up tremblingly, but when they met the cold gaze of the white horse cavalry, they lowered their heads in an instant.

They knew how powerful Zhao Yu was.

I also know that Chu Ning always keeps his word.

If they didn't push them away, Zhao Yu would really dare to kill them!

Although the Grand Tutor had done them a favor, they had done the most they could by doing this.

Now that the prince is so determined, they will die if they don't push him away.

One, two, three...

Under the threat of death, more than 20 ministers retreated one after another, and finally, only the Emperor of Chu was left in front of the palace gate.

He stood there, his fingers trembling slightly in his sleeves, looking at Chu Ning with complicated eyes.

Chu Ning looked at him without any sign of retreat.

Finally, Emperor Chu slowly closed his eyes and took a step back.

Chu Ning's guard of honor moved forward slowly, and the iron hooves of the white horse cavalry stepped on the bluestone slabs, making a dull sound.

Emperor Chu stood there, looking at Chu Ning's back, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

It was not until Chu Ning's figure completely disappeared outside the palace gate that Emperor Chu let out a long sigh, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

He turned around and said to the ministers who were still kneeling on the ground, "Everyone, stand up and go and see the Grand Tutor off for the last time."

The officials looked at each other, then finally stood up silently and followed the Emperor of Chu to the execution ground.

The execution ground was located at Caishikou in the west of the city. Normally, it was bustling with people, but today it was particularly solemn and murderous. Before I even approached, I could hear a noisy discussion coming from the distance.

"Master Taifu is a veteran of three dynasties. How can he be killed without authorization?"

"I heard that the Grand Tutor poisoned the Crown Prince, but... but this is too sudden!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let the officers hear you!"

The people gathered around the execution ground, whispering to each other, their faces filled with confusion and resentment.

Some people cursed in low voices, some shook their heads and sighed, and a few brave young people shouted directly into the execution ground:

"Taifu is wronged!"

Minister of Justice Ling Haoran stood beside the execution platform with a gloomy expression.

He kept looking towards the end of the street, feeling anxious - if the prince didn't come soon, the situation would get out of control!

In the center of the execution ground, Grand Tutor Dugu Xin and his son Dugu Sheng were tied up and kneeling on the ground.

Although Dugu Xin was old, his back was still straight and his cloudy eyes looked straight ahead, as if he had no fear of the impending death.

Dugu Sheng's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Lord Ling, if this continues, I'm afraid the people will cause trouble!" Jia Yu approached Ling Haoran and said in a low voice.

Ling Haoran frowned, glanced at the excited people, and weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

If it is suppressed by force, it will probably arouse public anger.

But if we leave it alone, if someone takes the lead in attacking the execution ground, the consequences will be even more disastrous.

"Let the criminals and the Imperial Guards come forward and push the people back."

Ling Haoran finally made up his mind and ordered in a cold voice: "Remember, don't hurt anyone, just make them retreat ten steps."

Jia Yu nodded and immediately turned around to make arrangements.

Soon, dozens of runners from the Ministry of Justice and the Embroidered Uniform Guards, dressed in black robes and holding water and fire sticks, lined up and began to disperse the crowd.

"Back off! Everyone back off!"

"No one outside the execution ground is allowed to approach!"

The yamen runners shouted loudly, blocked the way with sticks in their hands, and forced the people to retreat.

There was a sudden outburst of protest from the crowd, but under the intimidation of the officers, most people were forced to retreat.

"Why are you chasing us away? We just want to take a look!"

"Master Taifu has made great contributions to the Great Chu. Can't you even give him a ride?"

A few young people still refused to give in and stuck their necks out, refusing to give in.

Seeing this, Jia Yu's eyes turned cold and he waved his hand to signal the Jinyiwei to come forward.

"If you dare to disobey orders again, you will be punished for disturbing the execution ground!" The Jinyiwei shouted sternly, his hand on the hilt of the knife.

Seeing that the officers were serious, the people finally dared not resist anymore and retreated.

A piece of open space was finally cleared outside the execution ground, but the atmosphere became even more depressing.

Ling Haoran breathed a sigh of relief, but the uneasiness in his heart still lingered. He once again looked towards the end of the street, silently muttering to himself:

Prince, please come quickly!

Just then, the sound of horse hooves was heard on the street.

"The prince has arrived!"