The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Under the dim candlelight, Jin Jiande's face looked deathly pale, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if there was a faint smile, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Compared with Prince Qing's slightly distorted face, his face seemed peaceful.

But there is no doubt that he is indeed dead.

Prince Qing's legs were weak and he leaned against the bed rail, wailing at the top of his lungs, but he did not dare to reach out and touch the body.

The people around him were as silent as cicadas, with their heads lowered and not daring to speak.

After crying for a while, King Qing suddenly turned around and shouted at his servants:

"How could my son be like this?!"

"How could he...how could he die?!"

The servants hemmed and hawed, and no one dared to speak first. This made King Qing burst into anger out of grief. He flicked his sleeves and roared:

"If you don't say anything, I'll drag you down and chop you!"

"Kill them all!!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone trembled, and immediately a maid sobbed and said:

"Your Majesty, His Highness was not in good health when he returned home. He has already invited a doctor to take a look at his condition. The doctor said that as long as he takes a good rest, he will be fine."

"It's just that His Highness refused to take medicine or eat. He passed out not long after he woke up last night..."

At this point, King Qing roared:

"fart!"

"He was very well when he left Nangang, how could he not be well! How could he have died inexplicably just a few days ago!"

With that said, Prince Qing hurried forward, ran to the bed and lifted the quilt covering Jin Jiande's body.

As the quilt was lifted, his pupils shrank, and he discovered that his son's broken leg was wrapped in layers of white cloth, and the cloth was dripping with blood, and even the quilt was soaked.

He looked up and saw a few blood stains on Jin Jiande's face. He had not seen them clearly due to his grief just now. Only then did he realize that something was wrong with his son.

King Qing's eyes ignited with raging anger, and he stretched out his hands to peel off Jin Jiande's clothes. As the clothes were peeled off layer by layer, blue and purple bruises appeared in his eyes.

The moment he saw these bruises, Prince Qing's breathing became heavier, veins popped up on his forehead, his teeth chattered, his face looked ferocious like an evil beast, and his hands clenched tightly into fists.

The servants were already shaking into a ball, with fear on their faces.

And then, with a "bang" sound, King Qing punched the edge of the bed, and a thunderous roar sounded from his mouth at this time:

"Who?! Who did it!"

"He is my son! He is my only remaining son! Who did such a heavy hand to my son?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was the sound of running outside the door, but immediately after, panicked shouts came:

"What are you doing?! We are His Majesty's royal guards! Get out of the way."

Several guards outside the door wanted to go out, but were blocked by the dead soldiers of Qianji Battalion.

At this moment, a boy also lowered his head and spoke. He hesitated and said to the furious King Qing:

"Your Majesty, His Highness was escorted back by people from the palace. When he came back, he was already covered in injuries."

As soon as he finished speaking, Prince Qing's eyes widened suddenly, with both confusion and disbelief in his eyes.

Then, he grabbed the boy by the collar and roared:

"Impossible! You are lying to me! This is impossible!"

The boy's legs softened in fear, and he hurriedly said: "I didn't lie to you, Your Majesty, everyone in the house knows it."

"Those guards are here to guard His Highness. They... they won't let His Highness leave the room."

Prince Qing froze, and tremblingly let go of the boy's collar. The boy suddenly sat down on the ground, his face turning pale with shock.

A spinning feeling came over him. King Qing gasped with his mouth open, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was swaying and about to fall. However, a clever boy stepped forward to help him and prevented him from falling to the ground.

After more than ten breaths, he said out of breath:

"Bring...bring those...those beasts to me."

Immediately, the dead soldiers surrendered the weapons of the guards, tied them tightly and sent them to the room. When they saw King Qing, they immediately shouted in panic:

"Your Majesty, we are just following His Majesty's orders to come here to take care of His Highness. We didn't know that something like this would happen to His Highness."

Prince Qing's face was so gloomy that it seemed to be covered with a layer of black mist. He stared with bloodshot eyes and pulled out the sword from the waist of a dead soldier with a "crack" sound.

"Have you taken action?" He pushed the boy away, staggered forward, and asked sternly.

"No, no, Your Majesty, we are just here to take care of you. We have never touched His Highness."

"It has nothing to do with us, Your Majesty, please don't..."

Before he finished speaking, King Qing suddenly slashed the defending guard in the face.

"puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the knife hit the guard's face at an angle, and the blade was deeply embedded in the bones under the face. The guard couldn't even cry out, and he died on the spot.

The remaining three guards were so frightened that one of them shouted in panic:

"Your Highness, we did not take action. The person who injured His Highness was someone else and has nothing to do with us!"

"We are here only on His Majesty's orders."

At this time, King Qing was stepping on the face of the guard who was hacked to death, struggling to pull out the knife that had penetrated into the skull. As soon as the knife was pulled out, he turned around and slashed out again!

Seeing the knife coming, the guard hurriedly turned aside to avoid it, but how could he avoid it flexibly as he was kneeling on the ground and tied up.

A scream of "Ah".

This knife cut off his entire right ear, and blood spread all over the floor. King Qing chopped it off again, and at the same time screamed:

"This is my son Jin Weizun!"

With a "pop" sound, the blade struck the guard's eyes, and the guard fell down.

The remaining two people looked at King Qing who was so ruthless, and knew that it was useless to say anything, so they immediately lay on the ground and rolled around.

King Qing rushed forward and slashed at them one after another!

"what!!"

"do not want!"

"Your Majesty! Spare my life!"

Prince Qing didn't seem to hear the wailings. He continued to chop away like crazy, and kept shouting:

"This is my last son!"

"How dare you hurt his life!!"

The bright blade flew up and down, and the two guards were hit several times. The skin and flesh on their bodies and faces were turned over. The ground was stained with blood, and the wailing sound gradually disappeared, but King Qing still did not stop.

The maids and boys next to them were all trembling with fear, and the clever boy who had supported Prince Qing before quickly comforted him:

"My lord, they are already dead, please don't get so angry..."

But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking.

King Qing suddenly became violent and slashed towards his throat with a knife!