Chapter 97

Great Song, Imperial Palace, Great Qing Hall, inside the Zichen Hall.

"You! You! You..."

Prime Minister Cai Jing raised his finger, pointing at Li Changsheng, wanting to speak, but unable to utter a single word.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

He widened his eyes, watching Zhao Ji's head, splattered with fresh blood, roll down and stop directly at his own feet; he was instantly stunned, his mind completely blank.

The Emperor of Great Song, the monarch he served... dead?!

He had not expected that Li Changsheng would actually dare to kill Zhao Ji!

This was the supreme Emperor of Great Song!

To think...

More importantly, Li Changsheng had brazenly and directly slaughtered his way into the imperial palace, and in front of all the civil and military officials, beheaded Zhao Ji, separating his head from his body!

From ancient times to the present, when had such a thing ever happened: a monarch of a nation, in his own imperial palace, during his own morning court, being directly beheaded on the spot?!

When had it ever happened?!

Never!

And now, this scene had truly and vividly occurred.

And it happened right in front of Prime Minister Cai Jing, right under his very nose.

"I..."

Prime Minister Cai Jing painfully closed his eyes.

"Your... Your Majesty?!"

"You! You have such great audacity!"