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The sword that had been thrown down earlier still had traces of dried blood on it. Once again, it was grasped in Zhao Ziming's hand. He smiled sinisterly as he walked step by step towards the Second Prince.

Seeing his posture, Zhao Jian was so scared that his legs went limp. Crown Prince Zhao Jianhao, on the other hand, was cowering to the side. This old man was not someone he could afford to offend.

"Father... You... What are you doing? "Don't, don't be reckless …"

Zhao Jian Gang was so frightened that his voice trembled. Usually, the old man would not get too angry in the palace, he had only heard that the old man's temper was getting more and more violent, but this was the first time he was truly enlightened.

"You all deserve to die for coveting my woman. "I'm going to kill you, kill you …"

He brandished his sword and thrust it towards Zhao Jian.

Even though there was a saying: "If the Lord wants this subject to die, this subject must die." However, seeing that he was about to join forces with Huang Quan, Zhao Jian Gang was not that stupid.

After a quick leap, he cried out loudly in fear, "Royal father, please don't! I was just worried about you, that's why I greeted you. How could I dare to have such an attitude? Ah … "My hand …"

Seeing that he actually dared to dodge, the muddleheaded Zhao Hanming became even more furious. Immediately following that, two sword strokes flew towards him once again.

Just as Zhao Jian was unable to dodge in time, he was struck.

"Seeing the blood spurting out of his chest, even at death's door, he could not rest in peace." royal father … I... "I'm your son after all …"

Zhao Jianhao, who had intended to kneel and watch this whole time, did not expect that this old man would actually kill his son in a fit of madness. He frowned. He wanted to take advantage of the old man's confusion to move Phuong out.

However, they were only halfway there when Zhao Hanming noticed them.

He had been extremely excited from killing someone and devouring their blood, but now that he saw another fish that had slipped through the net, he became even more excited.

"And you, you deserve death as well. You actually dared to snatch her away. She is my woman, mine, and none of you can take her away from me. "Haha …"

He laughed maniacally, the muscles on his face bulging with excitement. The eyes that stared at Zhao Jianhao were filled with the thick aura of death.

"Father... I just want to see her in such a coma... "So, if we want to rescue her, she's still the eleventh princess of our country. If people find out, she'll be saved by us …" Even before the roar of "kill" could be heard, Zhao Ziming had already chased after him, swinging his sword with a swoosh.

Feng'er slowly woke up from her coma. When she opened her eyes, what she saw was a breathtaking scene.

Seeing Zhao Jianhao act like a fool, she hurriedly shouted at him in a low voice, "Resist! He's not in his right mind right now! Do you really want him to kill us?"

This roar woke up Zhao Jianhao, who was a man with immense bravery.

Throwing Feng'er to the side, he pulled out a sword. "Royal father, you forced me to do this. I don't want to do this either. I... "I will only retaliate against you for your self-defense …"

Although he was a cruel and merciless man, Zhao Jianhao had never done anything like this to his old man. Thus, at this moment, he actually said those words that were on the surface.

However, Zhao Zhangming, who was stimulated by the fresh blood to the point that he was completely out of his mind, could not hear what he was saying.

The current him only wanted to kill those who dared to disobey his will, so as to show off his supreme divine might.

There was no helping it, Zhao Jianhao was a mediocre person, he could only use his sword to counterattack.

Originally, the old man was also a weak man, but now, it seemed that he was going to fight with his life on the line. Looking at his prey baring its little claws at him, the fire in his heart continued to rise.

Feng'er had long since dodged over here. Fortunately, she knew that this half of the emperor's body had a bad temper. At this time, he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, so many eunuchs and stewards wouldn't barge in at this moment.

No matter what, he was still a warrior. This Zhao Zhangming was worthy of being called an expert when he was young. This meeting between him and his son, Zhao Jianhao, was a battle of attrition. His treasured sword was not old, and he even had a slight advantage.

In addition to that, Zhao Jianhao was also a pedantic fellow. He was afraid that Zhao Jianhao might really kill the old man mercilessly. That was why he had his hands and feet tied when he fought back.

Once again, his chest was slashed by a sword, causing blood to spurt out. Zhao Cangming's bloodthirsty eyes became even more excited.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the side of his mouth. His eyes turned even more bloodshot.

Once again, he swung his sword wildly, and Zhao Jianhao's hand that was holding his sword received another two blows.

The dog was anxious and wanted to jump over the wall to bite someone. This was a life-and-death situation. Zhao Jianhao's rational fear disappeared in a flash. With a backhanded sword, he pierced through Zhao Jianming's chest.

"You … You... "He actually dares to kill me …"

At this time, Feng Er also came out and looked at Tyrant, whose eyes were about to fade away. She knew that this man was going to die soon.

"Father... You forced me to do this... You forced me to do this... You can't blame me for... "You can't blame me …"

Zhao Jianhao was frightened out of his wits by his sword. He wanted to pull out his sword, but Zhao Jianming held onto it tightly.

He looked at the old man with an expression of disbelief. Finally, his gaze landed on Feng Er. Before he died, with a clear mind, he let out a desolate smile, "Disaster …" What a disaster … Regret... "I regret it …"

Feng'er coldly stared at him. At this time, he had awoken to reality. It was too late!

Seeing the old man slowly close his eyes, Zhao Jianhao was scared out of his wits. He pulled out his sword and threw it to the side. Then, he took a step forward and hugged him. royal father … I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't do it on purpose … Sorry... I really don't want to kill you... "Howl …"

Seeing the man's cowardly look, Feng Er shouted to him in a low voice, "Don't cry anymore. Just tell me what happened here under new circumstances." You can't let anyone outside know you killed the emperor. Now, take out your majesty as the Emperor. "Remember, the current you is the Emperor!"

The word 'Emperor' had completely awakened Zhao Jianhao. That's right, hadn't he always wanted this old man to die?

Only if he died, his mountains and rivers, his women would be his.

Thinking up to here, he laughed maniacally and hugged Feng Er, "Feng …" Great... Great... No one can separate us now... No one will ever separate us again... I... I can be the emperor and hold you in my arms in a fair and square manner... "Haha …"

Feng Er coldly pushed him away, "You should deal with this troublesome matter first, before dealing with my matter!"

A cold sneer was on her lips. She knew that she was not too far away from death.

The original plan was for Zhao Jianming to die five years later, but now, in just three years time, this short-lived old man went just like that. He had to admit that the time was too short. It was so short that those ministers who had been keeping a close eye on him would definitely use him as an excuse.

His son marrying the queen of the previous dynasty was an unprecedented event. [I really don't know if he is stupid or not.]