Chapter 674: Kill, Kill, Kill; Die, Die, Die

He arranged for Medical Official Mu to check Prince Jin's body to ensure there were no major issues and that he could adapt to the prison environment without dying.

Next, Chen Guanlou personally arranged for reliable prison guards to watch the cell.

After arranging everything, he leisurely went to the office to meet with Minister Sun Daoning.

Sun Daoning did not blame him for delaying so long, leaving him, a dignified Minister, aside.

"Is everything arranged?" he asked after they met.

Chen Guanlou sat down in the lower seat, poured himself a cup of tea, and gulped down half of it in one breath. "Everything is arranged; the Prince's safety is assured!"

"That is very good! Before the decree from the palace comes down, you must ensure Prince Jin's safety and ensure he does not commit suicide."

"Prince Jin is not the type to commit suicide; this can be confirmed."

"Don't say 'should'; you must ensure there are no mistakes. He looks like he still has fighting spirit now, but it is hard to say if he will lose the will to live as the situation develops and choose extreme measures. If he dies in prison before the decree comes down, everyone in the Heavenly Prison, including the Ministry of Justice, will be in trouble, and my position as Minister might not be saved."

"Old Sun, you underestimate yourself too much," Chen Guanlou said with a laugh.

"I am not joking with you." Sun Daoning's face was serious and extremely solemn. "Prince Jin is of great importance, and this involves a wide range of issues. If one thing goes wrong, ten thousand people will die. Sigh... in short, everyone should keep their spirits up and be vigilant during this time."

"When will the palace issue the decree?"

"It will certainly wait until all of Prince Jin's wings have been clipped."

"That means the Heavenly Prison will be overcrowded next!"

"That's right! Not only overcrowded, but all of them will be heavyweight figures."

Speak of weight and weight comes!

The next day, Prince Jin's wife's clan, the family of former Right Minister Wu Dashou, was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.

His mother's clan, with few people and withered talent, was also imprisoned.

The Prince's subordinates, guards, anyone related, and any officials involved with the Prince's mansion were all thrown into the big prison.

The Dali Temple, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Ministry of Justice, including the Imperial Treasury, all the cells were full of people.

Overcrowded!

They couldn't hold them anymore!

Then start killing!

Start killing from the small fry first.

Drag them all to the execution ground and carry out the sentence according to the law.

For a time, the execution ground was like a vegetable market, opening for business every day.

Killing dozens or hundreds of heads a day, killing until the blood flowed like a river, killing until heads rolled.

It was truly heads rolling; this is a statement of fact, not an adjective. Collecting the bodies every day was too busy. Even if the corpse-sewers split themselves into four, they couldn't sew up so many bodies.

Many bodies were just carelessly sewn with two stitches to ensure the head and body were together, then dragged out for burial.

The blood on the ground of the execution ground couldn't be washed away in time before the next day's beheading arrived!

One dare not say every household in the capital hung white banners, but at least every street had households hanging white banners.

The atmosphere inside the Heavenly Prison also became exceptionally heavy, even oppressive, because people were dragged out to be beheaded every day. Any prison guard with poor psychological endurance working in this environment would go crazy or become perverted in a few days.

Chen Guanlou hadn't laughed for several days either.

Killing every day, killing with ghosts wailing and wolves howling, ten times crazier than when the Taixing Emperor died, it was really hard to laugh.

He could see it now: the Jian Shi Emperor's desire to kill was not a bit weaker than the Taixing Emperor's, and even worse.

The Jian Shi Emperor was definitely aiming to cut the weeds and dig up the roots, killing everyone in Prince Jin's line. He wouldn't even let a dog go.

The Taixing Emperor also killed back then, and often killed until heads rolled.

The difference was that the Taixing Emperor might still have had some regard for family ethics and father-son affection, so he didn't kill as crazily as now.

The Jian Shi Emperor was clearly killing madly.

Chen Guanlou carried a pot of wine to visit Prince Jin in the big prison.

In just half a month, Prince Jin was bearded, disheveled, and had lost a circle of weight. The news that reached his ears every day was kill, kill, kill; die, die, die!

Today this confidant died, tomorrow that arm died, the day after tomorrow some loyal servant died...

Every day was torture, every day was mental torment.

But he didn't call for it to stop, still demanding that the list of people beheaded every day be reported to him.

Chen Guanlou handed the wine pot in and said, "Why must you do this! If you don't listen and don't understand, you won't have to suffer so much."

"They all died because of me! It is all my fault. I should remember them!" Prince Jin wailed in pain, picking up the wine pot and pouring it directly over his head. If he didn't do this, he would go crazy, he would smash his head against the wall, smashing himself until he was covered in blood, only then could he alleviate the self-blame, guilt, and regret in his heart.

"Winner takes all! You should have had this realization the day he sat on the throne. You high-born royals, I don't know where your confidence comes from, always thinking you are the chosen ones, that bad luck won't fall on your heads, always holding onto a fluke. You have already lost, yet you don't make arrangements for defeat.

Those who should be expelled should be expelled, those who should be driven out of the capital should be driven out early, those who should flee for their lives should flee early; maybe you wouldn't have to go to the execution ground to be beheaded today. But look at you, what have you done in the past year? Struggling on the verge of death, leaving no way out at all. Those who followed you really had the worst luck in eight lifetimes!"

Chen Guanlou offered no comfort, only attacks, berating Prince Jin until he was worthless.

At this point, Prince Jin didn't need comfort, nor did he care about adding fuel to the fire. If he was scolded more, the guilt in his heart might be reduced a little.

People are all like this, never learning from the lessons of their predecessors. Always mysteriously confident.

Scold him today, and he might forget tomorrow.

"I should have thought of it; I should have thought of this day. If it were me on the throne, I would also kill everyone around him in one breath, leaving no grass growing! I should have thought of it." Prince Jin wailed in pain, crying like a wounded lone wolf, tragic and cruel, cold and desperate.

In despair, Chen Guanlou gave him another blow. "Let me tell you one thing: your concubine gave birth to a child for you last night, a boy, which should be your last child if nothing goes wrong. Less than an hour after he was born, the Princess personally strangled the child."

"Ah ah ah..." Prince Jin screamed, rolling on the ground in pain, unable to control himself.

Chen Guanlou was expressionless and continued, "You can't blame your wife; she did her best. Rather than letting people from the palace harm him to death, it is better to be decisive and send the infant away yourself."

"I don't blame her; I don't blame her! She did the right thing! This child came at the wrong time; there is no second way out except death. He came at the wrong time!"

"There are two other things: the two Princesses both chose to commit suicide."

"Why? Why is this? They were already married; the crime does not extend to married daughters." Prince Jin roared in question.

Chen Guanlou shook his head and sighed, "The two Princesses were your own daughters; how could they not die! By committing suicide, they could at least be buried decently! If they chose to live, with that person's temper, maybe one day they would be stripped of their titles for some trumped-up charge, demoted to commoners, and then ordered to die! By then, they wouldn't even have a decent funeral." ===== CHAPTER 675 =====