Chapter 675: Only Acceptance of Fate

"He has such a vicious heart!" Prince Jin roared! Towards injustice!

Chen Guanlou did not choose sympathy but instead directly sprinkled salt on Prince Jin's wounds, telling him an unfortunate piece of news: "Now there are many court officials discussing that since His Majesty can strike such a ruthless blow, his throne can be considered stable."

Prince Jin, upon hearing this, was stunned for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

Laughing and laughing, he began to cry again.

"He is worthy of being the son personally taught by the late Emperor! The world says he is benevolent; look, everyone open your eyes wide and look, he kills without blinking, he wants to exterminate everyone, to cut the weeds and dig up the roots. His actions, where do they deserve the word benevolent?"

"Think from another angle: if you were sitting in that position, you would certainly also kill everyone around him, leaving no one behind. You two are the same; in fact, it's about the same."

Chen Guanlou truly did not sympathize with Prince Jin at all.

Although Prince Jin's encounter deserved a bit of sympathy.

Imperial power struggles are either you die or I live. Harboring fantasies, death is inevitable.

The Jian Shi Emperor is also truly vicious, striking decisively. That he could win back then was also destined by Heaven.

Prince Jin just lacked this decisiveness.

"Does Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen want to say I deserve it?"

"Think on the bright side; while you can still eat and drink, eat more and drink more. Since ancient times, who has not died? It is nothing more than the difference between dying early and dying late."

"You really know how to comfort people." Prince Jin sneered, drinking wine to relieve his sorrow. "Then tell me, will I die? Will he execute me?"

Chen Guanlou pondered for a moment and said affirmatively, "You will certainly die; this is beyond doubt. The only difference is when he issues the decree to execute you and in what way he executes you."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Your Highness truly has no self-awareness of your own situation. You are the fish, how can you have room to choose? You have no chips left; you have lost everything; you are now a pauper and still owe a large debt. If someone wants to cut off your hand, does it work if you yell twice? It doesn't work! It is better to decisively accept your fate; if you lose, you have to take a beating, whether it's cutting off a hand or a foot, whatever. You just eat and drink, striving to be a well-fed ghost."

The advice Chen Guanlou gave was very blunt, but it was indeed the only thing Prince Jin could do now. He had lost all his chips; he couldn't turn the tables.

Even if Prince Chu or Guo Dachun, these two rebels, attacked the capital now, he would undoubtedly die. It would just be that his followers, his loyal ministers, his wife's clan, and his mother's clan might die a few less.

What are you thinking!

Delusionally thinking there is still room to choose, or even room to negotiate, just by relying on that status?

This group of high-born royals, if you call them naive, when they attack their brothers, they show no mercy at all, and their ruthlessness is evident. If you say they recognize reality, they have become prisoners, yet they still delusionally think about using their status to stir things up.

Why don't they think about how the execution ground is already rolling with heads, killing until people's hearts are cold. Now, no one dares to plead for Prince Jin; the court is rarely unified in voice, all shouting to kill, all saying it was killed well!

Even the clan members have all shut their mouths, not listening, not looking, not discussing, just pretending Prince Jin is dead, that this person never existed.

"As you say, I can only wait for death."

"Yes! All you can do is wait for death! You may be unwilling, you may be unconvinced, but this is fate; you lost, you have to admit it!"

Prince Jin carried the wine pot, sat down with a thud, dazed, desperate, helpless! He had long since lost the spirit he had when he first entered the Heavenly Prison.

The slaughter was like a monster, devouring the spirit of all the prisoners in the cell.

Chen Guanlou instructed the prison guards to watch Prince Jin well, and never let him commit suicide.

Next, he went to visit the former Right Minister Wu Dashou.

Sigh.

Old, old, at the age of enjoying grandchildren, at the age of enjoying family happiness, who would have thought he would suffer such a great disaster.

"Minister Wu, have you been eating and living comfortably these past few days?" Chen Guanlou stood in front of the cell door and asked politely, "If you have any needs, just bring them up; I will satisfy whatever I can."

Wu Dashou stood up from the stool and came to the cell door.

The old man was seventy or eighty years old, and after being thrown into the big prison, his spirit was still okay. "Thanks to Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen's care these days, I am doing well! I wonder how the Prince is doing?"

"The Prince is okay, it's just that his spirit isn't very good. Too many people have died outside recently; I told him not to ask, but he wouldn't listen. Every time he hears, he feels uncomfortable for a long time."

"Sigh! Prince Jin is not bad-hearted." Wu Dashou's light comment already explained everything. Competing for the throne, not bad-hearted, it would be strange if he didn't lose.

"Minister Wu is right. Since I have been in contact with the Prince these days, I also feel that Prince Jin is not bad-hearted and is quite concerned about his own people." Chen Guanlou said very casually.

Wu Dashou, upon hearing this, laughed at himself, "Yet he gave birth to ambition! Forget it, it is ultimately my incompetence that I failed to win that position for him. Falling to this end today is also deserved."

"Minister Wu, don't you hate it?" Chen Guanlou was very curious, matching the whole family, the whole clan, generations of ancestors and grandchildren all dead, just for that position. Such a price, really no regret or hate?

"Hate what? Hate my own incompetence, hate that Prince Jin's luck was a step behind. As early as the day I bet on Prince Jin, I had the realization: either the Wu family would be wealthy for three more generations, or the nine clans would be executed. Since ancient times, imperial power struggles have not tolerated half-heartedness, let alone fluke."

After Wu Dashou finished speaking, he laughed to himself, his smile somewhat bitter.

That's what he said, but when truly facing the execution of nine clans, it is inevitable for people to have various miscellaneous thoughts.

"Minister Wu is right! I have never participated in such major events, so I thought too simply. At this point, I can only let the Wu family live a little better in prison."

"It's hard for you. The Wu family was raided, and men, women, old, and young were all thrown into prison. I want to thank you, but I am powerless. Why don't you go to the Wu mansion and take another look; if you happen to find some good things left behind, they are all yours."

"Minister Wu is joking. The Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Six Shanmen, plus the Censorate and the Dali Temple, four offices raided the house together, how could there be any fish that slipped through the net. Especially the Embroidered Uniform Guard's agents, all of them are capable officials at raiding houses; even silver hidden in the latrine can be searched out."

Wu Dashou, upon hearing this, couldn't help but smile bitterly, "You are right; it was I who ignored the power of the Embroidered Uniform Guard's agents. However, several of my sons have set up villas outside; those places might have some that slipped through. If you are interested, make a trip; no matter how much you can harvest, it is all your hard-earned money. The Wu family is grateful for your care, and now only these scraps can reward you; I hope Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen will not dislike them."

Chen Guanlou waved his hand, "Minister Wu is joking. Taking care of you is just a matter of convenience, nothing much. I have always advocated that killing is just a matter of a point of the head. No other thoughts."

Wu Dashou, after hearing this, was quite moved, "In this day and age, people like you who don't follow the crowd and insist on their own opinions are almost extinct." ===== CHAPTER 676 =====