No one knew what happened to Wu Sibin in just a short moment, but this sudden change left everyone confused.

Only Wu Sibin understood it. He could clearly see Cui Wenkun's mouth shape just now.

I finally understood that Cui Wenkun was Wu Siyuan’s person.

In other words, the seventh brother he had always thought was not qualified to sit on the throne was quietly growing up in a place he didn't know about.

However, it has suppressed all the light and developed its own roots in the dark. Once it breaks ground, it will surely be earth-shattering.

It turns out that in the capital of Zixu Kingdom, not only is he powerful, but there are also so many people hiding there.

If it weren't for Tang Zijun's confession in the sky prison just now, and if it weren't for Cui Wenkun's "words" in the crowd just now, I'm afraid he would still be arrogant and arrogant. In fact, he is a frog in the well.

Tang Zijun was right. Such an environment would indeed have brought out people like him who only valued power. Similarly, it was his choice to reach this point today.

He was blinded by the so-called power. What's more, he didn't realize there were so many things around him.

Suddenly let go.

Especially things that even Wu Siyuan was aware of, he didn't even notice at all... Fortunately, he kept claiming that he was the most suitable person to become the emperor.

Now it seems that it is really a joke.

Since it's a joke, it just ends today.

Therefore, Wu Sibin at this moment is calm, even relaxed.

When the time came, the steel knife was lifted up, the cold blade glowed with dazzling light in the winter sun, and fell heavily amidst the exclamations of the people of Zixu Capital.

Later, Wu Siyuan, who was waiting in the main hall, received the news that the execution was completed.

Wu Siyuan didn't say anything, just waved his hand.

Everyone in the main hall retreated. In the empty Jinluan Hall, Wu Siyuan sat high on the dragon chair.

His slender, slightly pale fingers slowly stroked the armrest of the dragon chair under his hand. No one could tell how many people the throne had consumed.

Wu Sibin’s blood loss today is not the first and it will definitely not be the last.

Wu Siyuan sat for a long time with dark eyes before calling out: "Xun Yi."

"Master." Xun Yi appeared quietly and knelt on the ground.

"When will the Evil Emperor and the others set off?" Wu Siyuan asked.

"Tomorrow." Xun Yi said.

The expression on Wu Siyuan's face froze, and then he smiled helplessly: "The Evil Emperor and the others are indeed prophetic."

As soon as Wu Sibin's matter was settled, they were about to leave.

That's fine, you can let him clean up the mess behind without any distractions.

"Go down." Wu Siyuan said, stood up, and slowly left the hall.

He didn't have the extra time to immerse himself in his emotions, there were too many things waiting for him to deal with.

When Rong Lin Xiaotang Zijun and his party left, Wu Siyuan did not come to see them off, but sent someone to deliver a gift.

A box of gold.

vulgarian.

No one understood this, even the eunuch who sent the things was confused.

Ordinarily, with the financial resources of the Evil Emperor and others, would they need such a small box of gold?

However, Rong Linxiao accepted it without any surprise. Instead, he told the eunuch to take a message back with him: "I like it very much. Thank you for your majesty's generous gift."
Chapter completed!