Capítulo 1686: Chapter 52: The Monarch
First-class official, the current Pri Minister, this crimson robe stained with blood.
The na lives up to its reputation.
At this mont, Feng Yuning held the sword in his left hand. To be honest, it was precisely because he held this sword that he managed to survive the chaotic yet absurd battle just now. However, even for him, surviving left him ntally on the verge of collapse.
The Pri Minister Feng Yuning’s hair bun was disheveled, his previously well-grood hair scattered; he gripped the sword, its edge pointing at the ruler above, stained with blood and his eyes reddened, unable to stop the tears from streaming down.
In just a brief mont, he killed friends, killed teachers, killed comrades, killed disciples, killed political enemies, and did so in a manner unbecoming of a gentleman, a ridiculous and laughable manner using fingers, mouth, and teeth.
Just like, just like…
Just like a beast!
The things they cared about, the things they worked tirelessly to uphold, were brutally torn apart and thrown to the ground under the ruler’s vile whims, allowing them to be personally shredded and trampled.
He understood, Chen Dingye wanted to make it clear to those noble civil and military officers clad in crimson and purple.
They are beasts.
“Ha, hahaha, you, you just want to tear off the faces of these noble officials and crush them all? Hahaha, what on earth, what on earth do you want to do!? Chen Dingye!”
Feng Yuning staggered forward, angrily shouting: “They are the pillars of Great Chen, the cornerstones of the world, they, they were already in the court, exerting themselves for Great Chen before you beca ruler.”
“They all experienced the forebears of the past!”
“Set countless ritorious deeds for my Great Chen!”
“And you humiliate them like this!”
Chen Dingye said: “I am the ruler, they are officials.”
“You all say, ‘When the ruler wants the officials to die, the officials must die.’ So why now, when I truly want you to die, are you unwilling?”
“Moreover, it’s you who killed them, Right Minister.”
“It is you, the contemporary celebrity, the Pri Minister, who personally killed these loyal ministers and generals who exerted themselves for my Great Chen, one by one!”
“So how can you refute ?”
Feng Yuning’s hands were trembling: “You, but only one death, why so much suffering?”
Chen Dingye said: “As you said, if it were just to take lives, it would be no more than one death. Just this simply taking lives.”
“I am not satisfied.”
Feng Yuning’s face flushed, with grief, despair, pain, finally pointing at Chen Dingye, gritting teeth, to spray his resentnt, hatred, killing intent, and unwillingness from between his lips, said: “Tyrant! Tyrant!”
“Such a tyrant, future generations will all curse you!”
“Your posthumous title, must be [Profligate]!”
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Chen Dingye laughed loudly, casually placing the cup in his hand down, sweeping his sleeve, standing tall, said: “Profligate? Wrong, Pri Minister, I am not a profligate ruler, but——”
“Tyrant!”
“As for profligate.”
White hair flying, in the palace hall, once the place of utmost dignity and power of Chen Country, covered in the blood sprayed out, carrying a kind of bloody absurd horror, the ruler indifferently said: “Profligate, too mild.”
“I should be sealed [Fierce].”
Feng Yuning’s body trembled.
Fierce.
This word, coming from the ruler’s own mouth, carried a chilling and eerie taste, the blood staining Feng Yuning cooled down, he felt the pain surface, a cold indifference climbing from the back making his body stiff.
Distance from ritualists says profligate, aning not following rituals, not respectful.
Chen Dingye leisurely strolled down, ruler stepping on the white jade steps, making a crisp sound, echoing in this bloody place, falling into Feng Yuning’s heart, also making in his mind the records of posthumous titles in the classics erge.
Step by step, steps cold and resolute.
Killing innocents says fierce!
Cruelty without compassion says fierce!
Stubborn and unreasonable says fierce!
Supporting the evil against right says fierce!
An absolutely fierce, absolutely cruel posthumous title, Chen Dingye walked up to Feng Yuning, Feng Yuning’s hand with the sword originally wanted to raise it, directly pointing at Chen Dingye’s heart, but under such imnse pressure, he actually didn’t have the courage to hold the sword.
The sword’s blade gradually lowered, Chen Dingye stepped forward, Feng Yuning staggered backward.
Chen Dingye said lightly: “Right Minister, adept in the ways of heaven and earth, discerning right from wrong, might know, with your ticulous thods, how could I have known so many of your secret letters?”
Feng Yuning’s body trembled slightly.
Chen Dingye swept his sleeve, raised his palm, the back of the hand slapped harshly on Feng Yuning’s cheek, seemingly ordinary, actually giving Feng Yuning a heavy slap, he practiced the forbidden skill of burning lifespan to gain strength, this strike was extrely forceful.
Right Minister Feng Yuning couldn’t hold the sword tight, directly flew out, landing on the ground.
Chen Dingye said lightly: “Co out, Right Minister, introduce to you, my Great Chen’s Secret Agent, loyal gentleman, also the great patron who secretly reported all your actions to .”
Feng Yuning slowly nodded, seeing a familiar face, even at this mont, Feng Yuning, who had lost everything, still showed a very intense feeling of pain in his eyes.
Feng Jingxiu.
His son, whom he had high hopes for, once personally trained, his own son.
Feng Yuning’s lips trembled, murmuring: “How could it be you, how is it really you!”
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