Chu Yang said, feigning sorrow. Then he took a dagger from his sleeve and tossed it onto the floor of the grand hall.
"This is the last shred of dignity I will give you. As for your families, I will not pursue the matter."
After Chu Yang finished speaking, the princes below all widened their eyes. Their younger brother, who had always been softhearted and indifferent to worldly struggles, was going to kill them today?
Was this still the younger brother they remembered?
"Imperial Brother..."
The Sixth Prince said with a complicated expression. Among all the princes, he had made the least commotion, but he had still been involved.
"Don't make me say it a second time."
At that moment, Chu Yang's face suddenly turned cold. Sometimes, all it took was an instant for a person to grow up.
Seeing such an unfamiliar Chu Yang, the princes revealed bitter smiles before turning their gazes toward the dagger.
"Chu Yang, I haven't lost."
After the Eldest Prince, Chu Zheng, spoke, he picked up the dagger without hesitation and plunged it straight into his own heart. Blood immediately flowed across the floor from the wound.
Chu Zheng's life force was also steadily fading away. This dagger had been specially made; otherwise, an ordinary dagger truly would not have been enough to let them kill themselves.
Seeing Chu Zheng take the lead, the other princes knew they could not escape either. One after another, they lined up to meet their deaths. So long as they died, their families would remain safe.
If they did not die, then what awaited them next would be the extermination of their nine kin.
In just a few minutes, eight corpses lay in the grand hall. Seeing the eight bodies, the surrounding ministers sweated buckets, each one trembling