Wasn't I Father King's most favored son?
How could Father King order my death?
"Great Manager, could you have made a mistake?" The Third Prince's eyes were filled with terror as he stared fixedly at the Great Manager, disbelief brimming in his gaze.
He could not believe that Father King, who loved him most, had actually condemned him to death!
Even when he had once dragged all the Old Ancestors into a pit, Father King had merely punished him with confinement. How could Father King kill him?
He could not believe his ears!
It was not only the Third Prince who could not believe it. The retainers, princess consort, and others in his residence also raised their heads in disbelief, unable to understand what offense the Third Prince had committed for the Great Victory Human King to strike so ruthlessly.
Du Guqiu looked at the Third Prince, a trace of melancholy appearing in his eyes, but he said nothing. He merely let out a sigh.
"Great Manager, could there be some mistake? How could the Great King condemn the Third Prince to death?" Zhang Gaoqiu, who had come to attend the banquet, panicked. He had not lived long enough yet—how could he be willing to die here? Thus, he stood and questioned him.
The Great Manager said nothing. He merely raised his hand, about to order his subordinates to carry out the execution. Zhang Chen, who had been watching coldly from the side, finally found his chance and spoke. "Great Manager, I have some acquaintance with the Third Prince. How about I personally send him on his way?"
Du Guqiu said nothing, tacitly consenting. He turned his head away and looked into the distance.
"How does the Third Prince wish to die? Would you like to be carved by a