Chapter 225: At the gates of Xianyang City, Made Ying Zheng

After hearing Made Ying Zheng's words, Hu Hai had originally wanted to say something more.

But when he raised his head and his gaze met Made Ying Zheng's cold eyes,

Hu Hai's words were immediately swallowed back down.

"Yes, this son will certainly investigate the cause of Zhao Mingqu's death clearly."

Although it was a far cry from what he had wanted,

Hu Hai also understood.

This father of his was, after all, a hegemon of his generation and an enlightened monarch.

He would never be deceived by a few words from him.

Being able to obtain such a result could be considered satisfactory.

Hu Hai left Made Ying Zheng's palace with satisfaction.

Yet Made Ying Zheng struggled to sit up from his bed.

He wanted to make a trip to the gates of Xianyang City.

He wanted to see with his own eyes the corpse of Zhao Mingqu hanging at the city gate.

The moment Made Ying Zheng's figure moved, Ge Nie immediately appeared before him.

"Your Majesty, your body should not be moved about right now."

Ge Nie's voice remained cold.

"Help me up; I must go to the city gate."

Made Ying Zheng was extremely resolute.

Seeing Ge Nie still hesitating, he stared straight at him.

"I do not wish to say my words a second time."

Made Ying Zheng displayed his domineering aura to the fullest.

Ge Nie also knew what kind of person Made Ying Zheng was.

Very quickly, the two of them appeared in a carriage on the official road.

Made Ying Zheng lay weakly in the carriage, his face deathly pale.

Feeling as though he could not catch his breath, he took an elixir from his robes.

With some water from the side, he swallowed the elixir directly.

The moment the elixir entered his abdomen, Made Ying Zheng felt his entire body relax significantly.

He sighed comfortably.

The carriage clattered along, moving forward.

At this moment, the official road was empty, appearing exceptionally desolate.

The commoners of Xianyang City had long since heard of the morning's events.

They also understood that there would surely be major movements in Xianyang City.

Thus, even in broad daylight, the commoners stayed inside their homes, unwilling to step out.

They feared getting involved in unnecessary, major trouble.

The carriage soon arrived at the gates of Xianyang City.

Made Ying Zheng slightly lifted the curtain, and through the carriage window, he quickly saw Zhao Mingqu hanging before him.

At this moment, Zhao Mingqu's corpse had long since stiffened.

His clothes were tattered from head to toe.

The massive blood-hole in his chest signified that he had been stabbed to death by a sword.

Made Ying Zheng stared fixedly at the corpse before him.

He did not even know what thoughts were in his own heart.

Zhao Mingqu was, after all, a younger brother who had followed him for many years.

If there was no credit, there was at least hard work.

After the incident, he had originally intended to leave him a way out.

Yet he had not expected that his end would still be so miserable.

Made Ying Zheng's heart also held resentment toward him.

All for the sake of the position beneath his own backside. ===== CHAPTER 227 =====