"I still dare to argue!" Mu Yuan said sternly:

"You secretly colluded with Prime Minister Liang and deliberately rebelled. Now the evidence is conclusive, even if you have a hundred people, it is difficult to tell!"

Mu Yuan was so confident that he could not argue. Zhao Ziqian looked at him without refuting. He was covered in brown clothes and covered in blood, but saw the eyes full of despair, which were filled with cold light, almost trying to penetrate his hypocrisy.

"If you benefit the country,... live and die."

The sound and color are as calm as if relieved.

Mu Yuan's hand holding the sword trembled, and his heart seemed to tremble.

The fragrance is easy to be fragrant, and the jade is easy to be broken.

He knew that Zhao Ziqian had been in the court and the country for more than ten years and had seen too many people change. When he saw him stepping into the Zhao mansion with his weapons, he knew everything.

The kings changed, and the court had to undergo a marrow-extraction and blood exchange. The new emperor was eager to stabilize his power, so he was going to take action against him, Zhao Ziqian.

He knew that Mu Yuan was a monarch and minister, and he could not violate his sage's orders, and he also knew that Mu Yi would never save his life because the throne came incorrectly.

For him, what's the better to be afraid of death than to secretly damage the youth in the officialdom and to waste the blood of a man.

He was bleeding too much, and he finally had no strength to straighten his waist. The snow-breaking sword in his hand that had been with him for decades and had killed many enemy enemies has now been cut off.

The sword hurts people, and he uses the broken sword to support his shaking body, lowering his head, not crying, but laughing,

"Prince, look, I, Zhao Ziqian, will end up with a family breaking apart in my life? Is it sad, ridiculous?"

Mu Yuan looked at the general who once dominated the battlefield and overcome all obstacles in a mess, but he couldn't even smile bitterly.

Who is not forgetting the fish?

This is true for mortals, and even more so for the emperor. Accompanying the king is like a tiger. Who knows whether what he sees now is his fate in the future?

"This is my life, I admit it."

Zhao Ziqian raised his head, and a sadness flashed through his eyes.

"But, please let Weiran go. She doesn't understand political affairs, and she doesn't understand your plans. She is just a... little girl."

He swallowed even more, leaned at Mu Yuan's feet, the old general had been hard on his back for the rest of his life, and finally lowered his head in front of power.
Chapter completed!