The secret guard took a bowl of cold tea and poured it on Victor Chu's face. Victor Chu twitched slightly and opened his eyes. He was confused for a moment and slowly said: "Where is this...?"
"Eighteen levels of hell, do you believe it?" Charles Chu looked at Victor Chu coldly and mocked, "Haven't you always wanted to go back to the imperial city? Big brother sent someone to bring you back."
Victor Chu had been in a coma for two days. Now that he had regained consciousness, he was still a little dazed. Past events slowly came back to him. He was originally in the fiefdom of Pingyu... That day, thieves suddenly came to the mansion, shouting and killing and wanting to rob things. He ordered his men to go out to fight the enemy, but when he hid in the inner room, he was captured by several men in black. Then... it was now.
Victor Chu understood and sneered, "I see. Big brother is about to ascend the throne, so he will not tolerate me. Are you in such a hurry to capture me and silence me?"
"Silencing..." Charles Chu chuckled, "You don't know yet? I have already killed you. Now the imperial city is preparing for your funeral. The Ministry of Internal Affairs has even decided on your posthumous title, Prince Guang, how wonderful..."
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