The favorite concubine of the system is in power

Chapter 273

Emperor Jiawen was able to own the women in this imperial city and enjoy the supreme power because he was the emperor.So what if the position of the emperor was obtained by stealing?
King Duan is not a son of a foreigner with a dishonorable name. King Duan also has the blood of the Zhao family, and he is an orthodox royal son.

Emperor Jiawen was too ruthless and ungrateful, he enjoyed everything an emperor should enjoy.But he forgot who cleaned up the booth for him, and who made him sit in this position without worry.

"Does King Duan know about five-star people?"

How could he not know five-star people, not to mention the royal family of Zhaoguo, even most of the common people in Zhaoguo have heard of the legend of five-star people, this is a bad omen and a taboo for the royal family.

"The emperor is a five-star man," Hui Zhaoyi's voice was flat, "His five-star mark was left on his shoulder, and I personally erased it for him."

The expression on Duan Wang's face could be regarded as astonishment, he did not expect to hear such unimaginable words, but...

But looking back on his previous experience, when Emperor Jiawen was still young, he was indeed very resistant to being pulled by his clothes, and he was not even willing to slap his clothes on a hot day.

It would make sense to say that everything was done to prevent others from discovering the mark on his shoulder.

"Who else knows but you?"

Hui Zhaoyi leaned her head against the cell wall: "Who knows? Other than me, only the queen mother knows, but now there is one more you."

"Don't you want Xiao Wanwan? If you become the emperor and kick him down, no matter how many Xiao Wanwans you have, it's still not easy for you."

Duan Wang said: "Your Majesty is really determined."

Hui Zhaoyi's eyes turned red. Why did she want to hurt Emperor Jiawen? She used to protect Emperor Jiawen's safety like that, but what did she get?It is being used again and again, and it is sad again and again.

Since you can't get it, then destroy it, it's just a choice.

The decree of judging safety also came down, and at three quarters in the afternoon, in front of the West Street Vegetable Market, it was cut in half for public display.

The execution sign fell down, and blood splashed all over the executioner's face.

The execution stage was surrounded by common people who came to watch the fun. They pointed at the corpse and chanted words such as "spies" and "death is more than a crime".

Even if they didn't know what kind of person the beheaded man was, the title of spy alone was enough to make these people hate him and applaud his death.

In the midst of the noisy crowd, stood a man in black. He was tall, with a straight face, and his eyes were as black as a lone star. The man pursed his lips, looked at the blood stains on the stage, and then fell down after a long while. He nodded his head and left the bustling crowd.

The man walked into a mansion, and a middle-aged man walked towards him. The middle-aged man was half bent, with a respectful expression on his face: "Mr. He, what should we do next?"

"Set up a tomb for Ping'an, treat his family generously, and send gold and silver."

The middle-aged man nodded again and again: "These are the ones we promised to be safe at the beginning, and we will never make a mistake."

"Take the letters he sent out." Mr. He paused, "Let's go back to the Kingdom of Liang."

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "My lord, shall we go back like this?"

"The time has not yet come," Mr. He said in a firm tone, "Besides, they will mess up without our help."

(End of this chapter)