Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

Chapter 1207: Beheading a famous prime minister in the street!

It was a dark night and the lights in the Luocheng Palace were bright, reflecting the palace's grandeur and solemnity.

When Chu Ning escorted Zhang Yi into the hall, Wu Zhao was standing in front of the window, staring at the night in the distance.

Her back looked particularly lonely, as if she was out of place in this bustling palace.

Hearing the footsteps, she slowly turned around, her eyes lingering on Chu Ning for a moment, a trace of worry that was difficult to conceal flashed in her eyes.

"Your Majesty!" Chu Ning bowed slightly, his voice low but firm: "Here is Prime Minister Zhang Yi of Qin."

Wu Zhao nodded, her gaze fell on Zhang Yi, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

"Prime Minister Zhang, how are you?" Wu Zhao's voice was calm, but with a hint of coldness.

Zhang Yi sneered, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule: "Thanks to the Empress, I'm still alive."

His voice was hoarse, but still carried a hint of pride, as if he was unwilling to bow his head even in a desperate situation.

Chu Ning took a step forward, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Zhang Yi, do you admit your guilt?"

"crime?"

Zhang Yi raised his head, a sarcastic smile on his face: "I came here to negotiate under the order of the emperor, what crime have I committed?"

"Negotiation?" Chu Ning sneered, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Ying Zheng sent you to negotiate openly, but secretly asked Li Xing to lead the army to launch a surprise attack. If I had not been prepared, the 100,000-strong Zhou army would have been wiped out by now."

Wu Zhao heard this, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She walked to the dragon chair and sat down, saying coldly: "Zhang Yi, what else do you have to say?"

Zhang Yi was about to speak, but Chu Ning spoke first: "Your Majesty, I suggest that Zhang Yi be executed in the street at noon tomorrow."

Wu Zhao frowned slightly, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes: "Will this approach anger the Qin State? Will it lose the trust of the world?"

"Just to irritate them."

Chu Ning's eyes were like torches, and his tone was firm: "Qin is ambitious and will take action sooner or later. Why don't we force them to take action first, so that we have a reason to join forces and send troops."

Wu Zhao hesitated for a moment, and looked at Chu Ning with some worry in her eyes: "But your body..."

"It's okay." Chu Ning interrupted her, his voice was light but unquestionable: "The blood spider poison can't do anything to me for the time being."

Wu Zhao looked at Chu Ning's pale face and felt a pang of pain in her heart. She knew that Chu Ning was holding on, but this was the only way given the current situation.

She took a deep breath and finally nodded: "Okay, as you say."

The next day, at the execution ground in Los Angeles.

The gongs and drums were beating loudly, and people came from all directions, surrounding the execution ground.

Chu Ning stood on the high platform, his eyes swept across the densely packed crowd below the stage. His face was still pale, but his eyes were still as sharp as a knife.

"Everyone!"

Chu Ning said loudly, and although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone: "I called everyone here today to let everyone see the true face of Qin."

The audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Chu Ning.

"I am Chu Ning, the crown prince of Chu!"

He continued, his voice a little tired, but still firm: "A few days ago, I led the army to help Zhou Dynasty resist the Qin army. Unexpectedly, Qin was despicable and shameless. Its leader Li Xing attacked me and I was poisoned by the blood spider."

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd, and many people showed anger on their faces.

Chu Ning's name had long been well-known among the people of the Zhou Dynasty. His bravery and wisdom were admired by countless people. When they heard that he had been poisoned, the people were all outraged.

Chu Ning raised his hand to signal for silence and continued, "What's hateful is that Qin sent Prime Minister Zhang Yi to negotiate openly, but secretly sent Li Xing to lead the army to launch a surprise attack. Fortunately, our soldiers fought bravely and have wiped out the Qin army."

"Kill him!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yes! Kill this traitor!"

The angry voices grew louder and louder, as if they were about to overturn the entire execution ground.

Zhang Yi was escorted to the platform, his face was pale, but there was still an unyielding light in his eyes.

He looked around, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking these angry people.

Chu Ning walked up to him, his eyes cold: "Zhang Yi, what else do you have to say?"

Zhang Yi suddenly burst into laughter, with a hint of madness and sarcasm in his voice: "Chu Ning! Why do you, a prince of Chu, want to interfere in the affairs of the Zhou Dynasty and the Qin State? Is it true, as the rumors outside, that you and the empress of the Zhou Dynasty..."

"shut up!"

Chu Ning interrupted with a stern voice, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "My Chu State is on good terms with the Zhou Dynasty. The Qin State has evil ambitions and everyone has the right to kill them. As for the others..."

He smiled coldly: "What does it have to do with your Qin State?"

Zhang Yi's laughter stopped abruptly, but there was still sarcasm in his eyes.

He knew that he could not escape death today, but he was unwilling to die in silence. He wanted to completely ruin the reputation of Chu Ning and Wu Zhao. Even if he died, he would make them bear the infamy.

"Chun Ning!"

Zhang Yi suddenly shouted loudly, with a hint of madness in his voice: "Do you think you can hide it from everyone in the world? Your relationship with Wu Zhao is no longer a secret! Why are you, a prince of Chu, willing to work for the Zhou Dynasty? It's because of you and Wu Zhao..."

"Shut up!"

Chu Ning's voice exploded like thunder, his face became even paler, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He knew what Zhang Yi wanted to say. He had heard those rumors countless times. He himself did not take them seriously, but he did not want these rumors to affect Wu Zhao.

Wu Zhao watched this scene from a distance, her hands clenched tightly, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

She knew what Zhang Yi wanted to say, she had heard those rumors before.

But at this moment, she was more worried about Chu Ning's health.

She saw that cold sweat had already seeped out of Chu Ning's forehead when he spoke, and it was obvious that he was trying hard.

"Execute!" Chu Ning waved his hand, with a hint of fatigue in his voice.

The executioner raised his sword, and the blade flashed a blinding cold light in the sunlight.

Zhang Yi wanted to say something, but it was too late.

The sword flashed and the head fell to the ground.

The crowd burst into cheers, as if celebrating this just trial.

However, Chu Ning felt dizzy. He forced himself to stand up straight and whispered to Zhao Yu beside him:

"Spread the news of Zhang Yi's murder as soon as possible."

Zhao Yu took the order and left.

When Chu Ning turned around, he saw Wu Zhao walking towards him.

He forced a smile, but his vision went dark and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

"Chun Ning!"

Wu Zhao exclaimed and quickly stepped forward to support him. Her eyes were full of worry and distress, as if at this moment, all power and status were no longer important, she only cared about his safety.

Chu Ning leaned in Wu Zhao's arms, barely opened his eyes, and said in a weak but firm voice: "I'm fine..."

Wu Zhao held his hand tightly, tears flashing in her eyes: "Don't talk, I'll take you back."

Chu Ning nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

He knew that the struggle was far from over, and he had to persevere, for the sake of Chu and for her.