For a moment, Zhu Gaosui's scalp felt numb, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was in a trance.

Just because the shouting of killing did not come from outside Jinshen Hall, the direction should be Fengtianmen.

what happened?

Zhu Gaoxi didn't come in?

Is he still at Fengtianmen?!

Immediately, Zhu Gaosui's legs went limp and he collapsed on the ground, his face showing obvious despair.

"Take a look."

Zhu Di picked up a pile of memorials on the table and threw them to Zhu Gaosui.

Zhu Gaosui opened one of them in a daze, and it was filled with detailed evidence of his conspiracy to rebel, including how Zhu Gaoxi's troops were secretly transported in, and how they transported rifles and cannons to the Han Dynasty.

"Bring the people up."

"yes."

After a while, a 'person' covered in blood and flesh and miserable to look at was left next to Zhu Gaosui.

This ‘person’,

He knows it.

Mr. Yang, the adopted son of the white-haired old eunuch, was responsible for Zhu Di's daily life.

Zhu Gaosui trembled and closed his eyelids.

how come.

how so?

It shouldn't be like this!

"Wow!"

Zhu Gaosui spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs. The memorial in his hand was dyed dark, and he curled up on the ground, tossing and turning.

There was unimaginable severe pain all over my body, as if a big hand was grasping my internal organs and squeezing them constantly.

He managed to open his eyelids.

Only then did he dare to look at Zhu Di.

Those eyes were cold, ruthless, and aloof.

At that time, the Ming Emperor would look down coldly at the increasingly desperate faces of his enemies with a superior attitude.

Zhu Gaosui's eyes opened wider and wider, and blue-black blood vessels covered his entire face. He just stared at Zhu Di.

Out of breath!

he died.

Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui, who had planned the whole game, died.

A few moments,

"Pack it up."

Zhu Di stood up, turned and left.

"yes!"

Zheng He bowed his hands.
Chapter completed!