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When King Xirong fell, he still had a glass of wine in his hand.

When the person falls to the ground, the wine glass also falls to the ground.

Broken porcelain burst, wine splashed, and people stopped breathing in an instant.

There was an uproar in the main hall.

"Call a doctor, call a doctor quickly..." someone shouted in panic.

Sulekundu recovered from the shock, stood up and rushed to King Xirong first: "Father, father, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Zhao then walked over, knelt down next to him, stretched out his hand to feel King Xirong's breath: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, your father drank too much, and his happiness caused sorrow. He is hopeless."

Sulekundu turned his head sharply to look at her, unable to conceal the horror in his eyes.

"It was you." He whispered, "It was you who did it, right?"

Chu Zhao neither denied nor admitted, repeating his diagnosis: "Your father died of excessive drinking. This is the best ending for him."

"..." Sule Kun immediately understood what she meant, and the rest of the words were choked in his throat.

This woman, she is truly a devil.

She knew that killing her father would affect the peace talks and political stability, so she tried to find a way to make her father die of excessive drinking in front of everyone.

No, she is not a demon, she is clearly the King of Hell himself. Whoever she wants to die must die, no matter how hard she tries, she cannot escape.

"Your Highness expresses my condolences. To avoid causing panic, announce the cause of your father's death quickly!" Chu Zhao reminded him in a low voice, "Look, your father still has a smile on his face. He left happily."

Sule Kundu stared at her, his teeth chattering.

"What about me, how do you plan to let me die?"

"There's no rush." ​​Chu Zhao said, "Let's confirm the cause of your father's death first, and we'll talk about your affairs later."

Sulekun gritted his teeth, but was unable to do anything. He had no choice but to follow her words and announce the cause of King Xirong's death to everyone.

King Xirong was old, obese, and had several diseases. Sudden death after drinking alcohol was normal.

Although everyone was temporarily panicked, they quickly accepted this fact.

Anyway, the king is dead, but the eldest prince is still there. The eldest prince is young and strong. Even if he surrenders to Dayan in the future and becomes the king of the princes, he will still be their king.

As long as the eldest prince is here, they still have hope.

The panic in the palace quickly subsided, and the body of King Xirong was carried down to be placed and buried at a later date.

Sulekundu took care of his father's funeral affairs with the help of several veterans, and did not return to his palace tiredly until late at night.

The moment the lights came on, he suddenly noticed a dark figure standing by the rear window.

He was startled and was about to draw the knife subconsciously. The black figure turned around and called him with a smile: "Your Highness."

Sule Kundu's hand holding the knife froze and he watched Chu Zhao walking towards him step by step.

"It's so late, what are you doing here?" Sule Kundu had a bad feeling in his heart, "You're not here to kill me, are you?"

Chu Zhao smiled but did not answer. He walked up to him and then said, "Your Highness, is it good to be in fear all the time?"

Sule Kundu did not answer, but asked her: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. I just want you to experience the suffering of the people of Dayan." Chu Zhao said, "On that day when you came to the city with troops, the people of Dayan were trapped in the city. The fear and suffering they endured are far beyond what you can compare to today."

"Then you kill me!" Sule Kundu said desperately, "I am willing to die for the people of Dayan, I just hope you can give me a happy life."

"Then I'm afraid you won't be happy anymore." Chu Zhao said, "I don't plan to kill you yet."

"Why?" Sule Kundu asked in surprise.

"Because I still need you." Chu Zhao said, "Didn't you ask me before who I would choose to be the king of the princes? In fact, I have already decided on the candidate, and that person is you."

Sulekun was completely stunned and couldn't believe his ears: "Aren't you going to use my life to pay tribute to your people in Dayan? Why do you want me to be the king of the princes again?"

"Because I don't have a better candidate than you for the time being, and you also know my origins and know that I am an unkillable person. There is no chance of winning against me. Even if I am not here, you will be honest and dare not If you have any unreasonable thoughts, you can look after Xirong for me, you are much more reliable than Feng Guanlan."

"..."

Sulekundu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, as if someone had pulled him back from the edge of the cliff. He knew that he would not die for the time being, and his tense nerves relaxed.

"So, how long is this deadline?" he asked tentatively.

"It depends on your performance." Chu Zhao said, "At least you will be safe until I kill Feng Guanlan."

Sule Kundu nodded: "Okay, I know what to do."

"You'd better really know." Chu Zhao said with a smile, "You have to remember that your life is borrowed from me. If you do well, you can extend your life. If you don't do well, you will lose your life." persistently urge."

"Okay, I'll note it down." Sulekundu responded again.

Chu Zhao said no more, walked back to the back window, pushed the sash open, and looked outside and whispered: "Xiao Chi."

The figure outside the window flashed, and Xiao Chi's tall figure appeared in front of him.

He looked past Chu Zhao and glanced at Sulekundu with a deep gaze: "Then grandson didn't care about you much, did he?"

Sulekun was startled and instinctively took a step back.

"No, His Highness is a smart man." Chu Zhao said with a smile, "Hurry up and help me out, I'm exhausted."

Xiao Chi stretched out his hand, took her outstretched hand and pulled her out like a kite.

"Ah!" As soon as Chu Zhao exclaimed, he fell firmly into Xiao Chi's arms, and was carried by him as he jumped onto the roof.

"Azhao, can we sleep somewhere else tonight?"

"why?"

"Because Xu Hui's grandson always makes trouble, and we haven't been together for how many days."

"Why aren't we together? Aren't we together every day?"

"When I say together, I don't mean this together, but that one together."

"Which one, I don't understand."

"Are you pretending to be confused? I'll let you know which one it is now..."

"Ah, no, there's someone in front."

"Who, who is there?"

"It's me." A figure in white walked out of the darkness, his voice was Xu Hui's unique gentleness, "Your Majesty has not returned home late at night, I am worried, so I came out to greet you."

Xiao Chi: "...Look, he's causing trouble again."