Chapter 935: Chapter 886: Finale Arc (12)_2

He looked at Zhao Ang in disbelief.

This Prince he had once praised before the late Emperor now unveiled his mask of hypocrisy, revealing sharp, sinister fangs, like a beast that specializes in devouring human flesh.

No, he devours human hearts, the hearts of children.

A person like this must hide ambition in his bones; why does Your Majesty not order his execution?

Sadly, he himself was about to fall into Zhao Ang’s hands; otherwise, he would surely report every detail of this matter to Your Majesty.

Just as Mr. Cui thought his life was about to slip away, an arrow flew in from midair with a "whoosh" and then pierced Zhao Ang’s back with a "thud."

Zhao Ang’s hand loosened from Mr. Cui’s throat.

Mr. Cui gasped for air but, lacking strength, collapsed to the ground. Then, he saw a figure stepping through the moonlight, wearing a blue robe with wide sleeves, tall and straight like a pine tree, walking gracefully and leisurely, with an elegant and refined face, faintly carrying a subtle smile.

But this smile was undeniably dangerous.

Upon recognizing who had arrived, Mr. Cui froze stiff.

Beside him, Zhao Ang, pale and weak, leaned against the pine tree, with the same incredulous expression on his face.

No one anticipated that the person who attacked him from behind would be the princely heir of Duke Lu Mansion, Lu Pingzhou.

Lu Pingzhou walked to Mr. Cui, slightly bending down and extending a hand toward him.

Some people appear gentle and scholarly, but one glance from them can be more terrifying than a murder weapon.

Mr. Cui had known for a long time that this master of the Lu Family was deeply concealed. At this moment, how could he dare let him assist? He promptly got up himself, asking, "Why would the princely heir suddenly come to the Imperial Mausoleum, and suddenly..."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward Zhao Ang.

Lu Pingzhou smiled subtly, his tone lazy, "Here to fetch something for my grandson."

Among those children who were killed, Gao Hao from Marquis Yongding Mansion was Lu Pingzhou’s grandson.

Without further words, Lu Pingzhou took out from his sleeve a pair of silk gloves and a gleaming, sharp dagger, then put on the gloves, turned his steps, and walked toward Zhao Ang.

With the arrow tip laced with poison, Zhao Ang’s whole body was feeble; he had already slumped to his side, his back pain causing sweat to bead heavily on his forehead.

Lu Pingzhou, due to his obsession with cleanliness, was reluctant to approach him, so he called Mr. Cui, "Please, Mr. Cui, lend a hand and help me remove his clothes."

Mr. Cui looked at the dagger in Lu Pingzhou’s hand, then at the severely injured Zhao Ang, and ultimately chose to strip Zhao Ang’s clothes.

Suddenly realizing something, Zhao Ang fiercely struggled as Mr. Cui removed his outer robe, his eyes glaring as if they were about to pop out, "Lu Pingzhou, what exactly do you intend to do?"

With the clothes removed, Lu Pingzhou squatted before him, pulled out the arrow from his back, and placed the dagger against his chest, casually speaking as if conversing about small matters, "When you were a Prince, you saw commoners as mere grass. Now that you are a commoner, I see you as an ant, taking your heart to console the spirits of all the children in the heavens."

To speak of murder in such a relaxed and casual manner was something Prince Cheng had never encountered before in his life.

Even though he was vicious and ruthless, in front of Lu Pingzhou, he felt unprecedented fear, and his body unknowingly trembled. He shouted, "You can’t kill me! If anything happens to me, Your Majesty will certainly investigate deeply. Lu Pingzhou, you might want to die, but do you intend to drag the entire Lu Family down with you?"

While Zhao Ang spoke, Lu Pingzhou’s dagger mercilessly cut open a bloody slit on his chest.

The piercing pain made Zhao Ang stifle a groan.

Mr. Cui had never seen such a bloody scene and was already scared to the side, retching.

Due to the drug’s effects, Zhao Ang spent half of the entire process fully conscious, clearly watching how Lu Pingzhou slowly opened his chest.

The more conscious he was, the clearer and more penetrating the pain became.

Witnessing part of his body being taken away, perhaps there is nothing more despair-inducing in the world.

Fear swept over him, but Zhao Ang could no longer speak; he could only see the calm brows and eyes of Lu Pingzhou the whole time.

Near death, he heard Lu Pingzhou whispering in his ear, "The task of cultivating hidden guards for the Imperial Family, this princely heir finds it very interesting."

So he wasn’t just avenging his grandson but also planning to snatch away the profitable task of cultivating hidden guards from him?

Zhao Ang’s eyes widened, dying in indignation.

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Lu Pingzhou casually tossed Zhao Ang’s heart to feed wolves in West Mountain. Then, he had Mr. Cui fetch a hemp rope, tied Zhao Ang’s body, mounted a horse, and dragged it straight into the city.

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