บท 735: The Imperial Palace Breaks, the Emperor Falls (Ⅷ)

"Eliminate the problem from the root?"

Jiang Pengji tilted her head and gazed at him. She squinted as she gave her explanation.

"You shouldn't have to ask. You leave the root alive, the problems will thrive. I'm not risking that. We need to do it in a quick and neat way."

Feng Zhen was about to take Jiang Pengji's orders and leave when she called him back.

"One more thing. Kill the fourth prince too."

Feng Zhen looked puzzled. The fourth prince couldn't even stand up anymore with his useless legs. There was no way he could take the throne.

Despite his questions, Feng Zhen didn't question Jiang Pengji's order.

The lord had given him an order, and all he was supposed to do was to follow it.

In for one prince, in for two princes.

If the third prince and the fourth prince could die together, at least that would honor their brotherhood, if they had any.

Jiang Pengji watched Feng Zhen leave and let out a laugh.