Jiang Siming sneered. "You still want to kill yourself? Do you think I don't exist? Even wanting me to let you die is wishful thinking!"
Ji Ping had completely lost his earlier defiance. He fell to his knees and kowtowed nonstop, begging Jiang Siming to grant him death.
"Weren't you quite defiant just now? Didn't you say you wanted to die for your country? What do these little hardships and pains amount to? Do it!"
The guards immediately cut out Ji Ping's tongue and knocked out every one of his teeth!
Ji Ping couldn't even scream. He passed out from the pain.
"Bring a bucket of chili peppers and salt to wake him up. Then drag him to Meridian Gate and tear him limb from limb. Feed his corpse to the rats."
"Yes!"
Only such cruel punishment could slightly calm Jiang Siming's fury at a time like this.
After Ji Ping was taken away, Jiang Siming rose from the King's chair.
"That's enough. Now that this minor underling has been dealt with, it's time for the mastermind."
After saying this, Jiang Siming drew the treasured sword beside the King's chair and strode out of the palace.
All the generals followed behind Jiang Siming, their target the imperial palace.
At that moment, rain began falling over Chang'an's sky, accompanied by thunder, as if even Heaven knew something major was about to happen.
Inside the imperial palace, Liu Xie, who had used praying for King Ming at the imperial ancestral shrine as an excuse to come there, was laughing wildly at the memorial tablets of the ancestors of his Great Han Dynasty.
"Imperial Father, ancestors, your son has finally succeeded in eliminating the treacherous Jiang Bei and removing a treacherous hero from Great Han. I pray that the ancestors will bless Your