Nine Hundred and Sixtieth Three: Retired

As the night fell, the grassland breeze brought a bone-chilling temperature, like a fine knife slashing a person's face.

The atmosphere tonight was extraordinarily dignified, and almost every patrolling guard had a tense face.

At the third watch, the guards of the royal court changed again, but this time they were replaced with fresh faces.

The fourth prince was dressed in armor, with a big knife hanging from his waist.

His appearance followed that of the Great King of Northern Xinjiang. Dressed up like this, he looked majestic and majestic, like a lion patrolling his territory.

"Everywhere is arranged?" He asked his confidant again tirelessly, "What time is it?"

The confidant said, "It's just midnight, and there is still a quarter of an hour before the time His Highness Ninth Prince agreed to do it."

"Another quarter of an hour?"

The fourth prince felt that every second seemed like years, and seeing that his long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled, he couldn't even wait for half a quarter of an hour.

"Go and check everywhere again, and make sure nothing is lost."

He paced back and forth, seemed to remember something, and called back the subordinate who had just turned around, "Where's Mr. Sun?"

At such an important moment, he hoped that someone would witness it with him. If Sun Wen was there, he would feel at ease.

This strategist who manipulated the political situation in northern Xinjiang has left the wise man in northern Xinjiang by a few blocks in the heart of the fourth prince.

The confidant said, "Mr. Sun claims to be too old to see blood, so he has already gone back."

After the fourth prince heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he had nothing to do with Sun Wen.

He forgot that Sun Wen was a weak literati who couldn't lift his hands or shoulders.

If a bloody battle breaks out later, he will stay here as a literati, and no one can guarantee his safety, so it's fine if he doesn't come.

"Let him go."

Anyway, the overall situation has been decided, and Sun Wen's presence or absence has little impact.

The fourth prince has a suspicious personality, so he couldn't help but go to the king's tent to take a look, and he was relieved to see the king of Beijiang still on the bed with his own eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally arrived at the appointed time. The fourth prince's heart beat like a drum, and he became more and more nervous.

However--

Why no one?

Several confidantes came to report one after another, and all the checkpoints were all their own people, and no one who saw Lao Jiu at all, what's going on?

"...This old nine, didn't he have too much fun with his wife, so that he wasted hours?"

The fourth prince muttered in private, not daring to slack off, he ordered his people to guard every checkpoint and not to take it lightly.

After the appointed time, people who were originally highly stressed gradually felt mentally weak.

The fourth prince's fist tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again, and finally he couldn't help but want to get up.

Before he took two steps, he heard the sound of killing faintly in his ears, and he opened his eyes wide with joy.

However, the smile on his face hadn't faded, dozens of subordinates rushed in covered in blood, and the leader was his confidant.

"Fourth Highness - we have been tricked - let's go!"

The confidant's words made the fourth prince's heart skip a beat, and an ominous premonition pervaded the air.

"Wait--what do you mean?" The fourth prince subconsciously supported his confidant, the special rattan armor on the opponent's body was cut with a long wound by a sharp blade, the skin and flesh turned out, and the blood flowed out, he said emotionally, "What? called 'We've been tricked'—”

The confidant raised his hand and tied a cloth strip around his waist to stop the wound, and the guards who rushed in from outside firmly protected the fourth prince.

Just as the subordinate was about to explain, the shouts of killing got closer and closer, and the fourth prince saw that the private soldiers he had carefully reared were retreating steadily.

While retreating, several corpses were dropped.

The enemy outside was so fierce that the fourth prince had no choice but to lead his men and fight while retreating, forcing him to the vicinity of the king's tent.

The fourth prince's confidant is a man from northern Xinjiang, his face is already stained with blood, his eyes are slightly red, and he is on the verge of tears.

"Your Highness, there is no coercion at all—we have been tricked—"

Even a fool can see that something is wrong, let alone the fourth prince is not a fool at all.

"There is no forced palace - if no one forced the palace -"

If Lao Jiu didn't force the palace, then he used his power to transfer the guards of the king's tent and replace them with his own actions,

Would not it be--

After a fierce battle, more than a thousand elites of the four princes lost 80%, and the rest were defeated.

Seeing that they were about to be forced into the king's tent, suddenly hundreds of knives and axes rushed out from the king's tent, and cooperated with the pursuing soldiers to stop them.

The fourth prince's mind turned quickly, he vaguely guessed something, and his molars creaked with hatred.

He fell into Lao Jiu's trick!

Seeing the people around him die one after another, but the enemies are getting more and more approaching, the fourth prince is powerless to recover.

"Fourth brother, I never expected that you would make such a frenzied act, forcing the palace to kill your father!"

The shouts of killing gradually subsided, and the surroundings were full of corpses and broken limbs. The ground was muddy with blood, and the lingering smell of blood was in the air. The fourth prince stared at a certain direction, the crowd surrounding them parted, and a familiar figure walked over.

"The person who forced the palace to kill the father is clearly you!"

The fourth prince clenched his molars in resentment, so angry that he was about to tear apart.

"Fourth brother, it's all like this now, do you still want to open your eyes and talk nonsense?"

The Ninth Prince laughed contemptuously, and one by one the important court officials stood behind him, looking at the Fourth Prince with complicated eyes.

Some people are disappointed, some are angry, some are indifferent, some are shocked...but no one trusts him.

"You changed the guards near your father's tent, replaced them with your own in secret, and wore armor and brought a knife. How dare you say that you have no rebellion?" The Ninth Prince sneered, "Wang brother heard the news early in the morning. I didn't believe it at first, and I didn't Thinking that the fourth brother actually did this. So many people saw it with their own eyes, what would the fourth brother have to argue? If Wang Di hadn’t come early, the fourth brother would have forced the father to make you the crown prince, right?”

The fourth prince felt cold all over.

The Ninth Prince said again, "If Fourth Brother doesn't have any rebellious intentions, why would he kill anyone who sees Brother Wang?"

The fourth prince said stubbornly, "Gu received the news that you are going to force the palace to kill your father, and specially arranged people to intercept it in advance..."

The Ninth Prince looked up to the sky and laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes. The other important ministers of Northern Xinjiang couldn't bear to look directly at him and looked away.

They didn't know if the ninth prince had turned his back on him, but they saw the hard evidence that the fourth prince was going to force the palace to kill his father.

Now that he was caught, he didn't even want to repent, instead he found such a lame excuse to quibble.

The Ninth Prince sneered and said, "Fourth brother, you can't do that even if you slander your younger brother. You'd better put it in front of your father!"

The fourth prince was covered in ice, and he looked at the ninth prince with a bit of horror, as if he didn't know this younger brother.

"Fourth Brother—"

The ninth prince walked up to the fourth prince, and the others had already been subdued, and the fourth prince was also tied into rice dumplings.

"Bah!" The fourth prince spat in his face.

"Fourth brother—don't be angry." Ninth Prince raised his hand to wipe away the saliva in a good-tempered manner, and paste it on the fourth prince's face intact, deforming his facial features, and squeezed the other's chin with the other hand, sneering , "Do you know how you lost?"

The fourth prince suddenly opened his eyes.

"Because, who told the fourth brother to treat the younger brother's confidants as his own?"

Sun Wen?

"Sun Wen is your man?"

"Otherwise? My good fourth brother, thank you for your hard work and helping my younger brother remove so many stumbling blocks."