Chapter 3090 The First Assassin: The Ascetic Prince’s Strategy (41)

Everyone was stunned, showing an expression of disbelief. This kind of scene is the first time anyone encounters it in their lifetime.

The meaning behind Murong Yu's words must be the opposite!

"Eighth Prince...you, you...what are you..." The imperial doctors trembled on their feet and took a step back unsteadily.

"Mr. Lin." Murong Yu said with a cold smile on his lips: "This medicine has its uses, and not every medicine has only one method."

The imperial physician had been an official in the court for so many years, so he naturally understood the meaning of Murong Yu's words.

Not only did he not want to save King Mu, he also wanted King Mu to die.

"My lord...you can't do this...how can you..."

"Bang——" A suggestive sound of fireworks sounded, and the expression on Murong Yu's face changed subtly.

Everything he planned was successful, and the world was his.

"Why not?" Murong Yu narrowed his cold eyes and laughed, "Why do you think no one has come in after I have been talking for so long? The prince and those princes, why do you think they don't come in?"

"Hahahahahaha——" Before the imperial doctor could respond, Murong Yu looked up to the sky and said with a smile, "Because he has been subdued a long time ago."

"Cough cough cough..." Probably because Murong Yu laughed too loudly, King Mu on the bed moved his fingertips slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

There was an old look between his brows and eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, they were bloodshot.

"Father - is this you, dad? Have you really woken up?" Murong Yu's eyes looked very excited. He walked step by step towards King Mu, widened his eyes and said, "Actually, you shouldn't Wake up, you should just sleep peacefully like this. What's the use of waking up? Your world is gone, and so is your country."

"Guizi..." King Mu's voice sounded weak, but it did not tremble.

It seemed that all this was not a surprise to him. It seemed that this was all within his expectation.

"Yes, yes, father, you are right to teach me a lesson." Murong Yu sat directly on King Mu's bed and said, "If you thought I was a person worth cultivating, you would not choose to make Murong Ci the crown prince!"

Ever since he was young, he had never felt that he was inferior to Murong Ci. Is it just because he is the legitimate son born in the middle palace that his status is not as noble as Murong Ci's?

"Eighth Prince, you can't do this, this is King Mu -" the imperial doctor knelt on the ground and said: "Eighth Prince, you can't do this!"

"boom--"

"Ouch--"

Murong Yu kicked him hard, and the imperial doctor fell to the ground.

"Why can't I do this!" Murong Yu yelled, "I can do whatever I want now!"

"Guzi, tell me one more time!" King Mu puffed his beard and looked at Murong Yu with wide eyes and said: "Listen, tell me what you are saying-"

"Hey, how can you still open your eyes?" Murong Yu strangled his neck with one hand and said, "Since you don't intend to die, I will help you -"

"Help Gu?" The next second, King Mu's eyes changed and he said, "Do I need your help?"

"Bang bang bang bang bang -" In a flash of lightning, all the doors were opened.

Murong Ci stood at the front with cold eyes and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Also coming in with him were King Mu's Royal Guards and General Weiyuan's 100,000 troops.

Everything has been settled.