Li Ao really couldn't hold himself any longer.
Li Chen's first sword back to the capital was to kill the Zongren Mansion. This was beyond everyone's expectation. No matter how he lined up, Zhang Biwu should have been the first...
But Li Ao really didn't have that much time to think about it now. He was so angry that he was shaking all over, because he knew very well that once this decree was implemented, Li Chen himself would be hated to death by the royal family elders in the Zongren Mansion.
But Li Chen is the heir apparent and the prince, and he is about to inherit the throne.
The elders of the royal family have long lost their blood under the support of the Li family for more than three hundred years. Facing a powerful and centralized prince who has been rare for more than three hundred years, they can do nothing but gossip in private and say something indifferent.
Nothing can be done except complaining.
But they can drive themselves to death.
Li Ao has been in the clan mansion for decades, and of course he knows that the royal relatives are not good at dealing with others, but when they fight among themselves, they are all ruthless people with extraordinary methods, as if the imperial power has cut off their minions,
Let them vent all their fierceness on each other, who are both fallen from the world.
And how could he, the initiator, have a good ending?
Although he is ninety years old and has only a few good days to live, who doesn’t have children and grandchildren?
Li Ao would never tolerate his descendants being forced to death by those royal relatives after his death.
"Prince!"
Li Ao stared at Li Chen and decided to make a desperate move.
"If the prince insists on having his own way, I am willing to throw myself to death before the emperor ascends the dragon bed in Qianqing Palace!"
Li Ao originally thought that the threat of risking his life would more or less convince Li Chen to take action, but he didn't expect that when Li Chen heard this, he said without thinking, "Go slowly and don't send me away."
When Li Ao's eyes widened, Li Chen asked thoughtfully, "Can you still walk? If you can't walk, I will send a few eunuchs to carry you to Qianqing Palace, okay?"
Li Ao felt his eyes go dark, his whole body felt as if his backbone had been ripped out, and most of his energy and energy had been lost.
After all, he was ninety years old, and Li Ao looked a little more pitiful than when he was so lustful just now.
But Li Chen was not soft-hearted.
The reason why he struck the clan's mansion with his first sword when he returned to the capital was to tell everyone that if I get ruthless, I would even kill the elders of my own clan. There is no difference between royal relatives and commoners. You guys, you idiots, wash your necks clean.
Wait for me to chop them down one by one.
Ignoring Li Ao's gloomy face, Li Chen just looked at Li Canglan with a salty look.
The latter felt Li Chen's gaze and his body trembled.
At this moment, he only regretted why he got involved in this muddy water.
Of course he couldn't resist King Wen's threat, but when Li Chen's brilliant sword light fell, where could he run?
To put it bluntly, it’s still human beings who work as swordsmen and me as fish and meat.
Under the general trend, Li Canglan knew that he had no room for struggle.
He is definitely finished. The only thing he wants now is that Li Chen can spare his descendants.
After thinking about this, Li Canglan smiled bitterly, and before Li Chen could speak, he knelt down and said, "I sincerely comply with His Majesty's decree."
Li Canglan's reaction saved Li Chen a lot of trouble. The clan members bowed their heads and surrendered. Then others would just jump in and look at Li Ao's fate. They probably wouldn't have the guts to continue causing trouble.
If it were true, Li Chen wouldn't mind cleaning up the clan mansion.
Chapter completed!