1525 Cruel and Ruthless

Mo Lian suddenly smiled, and he said to the old vassal king with a frigid and apathetic gaze, "Vassal King of An'nan, it's not your first day getting to know this crown prince! Is it your first time getting a taste of this crown prince's methods?"

"To feed those five thousand troops in your private army, you secretly dispatched men to pillage villages. The innocent common people you slaughtered numbers more than a thousand."

"Yet you? Still have the nerve to discuss human life with this crown prince?"

"This crown prince thought that you had long had no regard for human lives."

The old vassal king plopped to the ground on his butt. He stared dazedly at Crown Prince Mo before suddenly howling madly with laughter. "You, you think that, you think that you have won?"

"Men, bring everyone from the Vassal King of An'nan's Estate here." At the crown prince's order, resounding wails and cries could immediately be heard.

The two hundred people of the Vassal King of An'nan's Estate—the masters, concubines, young ladies, young masters, and the servants—were dragged to the plaza that had been bathed in blood.

Meanwhile, the king, queen dowager, queen, and the royal concubines walked out with Crown Prince Mo. While standing on the steps, they looked down at the kneeling group of people from the Vassal King of An'nan's Estate.

"Mo Lian! You dare!" The Vassal King of An'nan glared furiously at the crown prince with clenched fists.

"Kill." Mo Lian coldly uttered this single word.

Dragon Saliva Guards immediately went up and dragged the Vassal King of An'nan's sons and daughters born of concubines out from the crowd, throwing them harshly to the ground.

"Ah! AHH." Those young ladies and young masters soon released another bout of wails, shouts, and screams.

None of them retained their usual pampered, willful, and arrogant attitudes. At this very moment, they had all become fish on the chopping block, flopping about in a vain struggle.

The Dragon Saliva Guards swung their sabers, and several heads went flying, dying the old Vassal King of An'nan's eyes red.

"Mo Lian!!" The old Vassal King of An'nan bellowed with rage.

"This crown prince had thought that you, as a backstabbing traitor, were long prepared for your entire clan's extermination! What are you yammering for? It'll ruin your dignity as the old Vassal King of An'nan!" Mo Lian interrupted him coldly.

The crown prince gazed frostily at the old Vassal King of An'nan before jeering, "It's only a matter of winner takes all. There is no need to be defiant. If it was I, Mo Lian, who lost today! Of my royal family's nearly ten thousand people, how many do you think you would have let off?"

These words made the old king swallow the words he was going to say.

That's right, if his son hadn't been strategizing from behind the scenes and long made preparations, it was hard to say what the result would have been. After all, falling into the old Vassal King of An'nan's hands meant that they were going to be used to coerce the crown prince.

Similarly, Zhaoyi He, who originally could not bear to see the sight, tightly clutched her son in her arms.

His Highness the Crown Prince was right. If they had fallen into their enemies' hands today, would they even spare her son?

They would not let Sixteenth Mo off just because he was three years old. They would only kill them all.

If the rebellion succeeded, none of the old king's sons and daughters would survive.

Zhaoyi He's eyes slowly turned frosty, and she sneered, "Plotting rebellion is a road of no return. Vassal King of An'nan, you are still resisting capture?"

"Hahahahaha!" The old Vassal King of An'nan belted out an arrogant laugh. He abruptly got up from the floor while staggering. "Good, very good!"

Suddenly, he turned to look at the old king of the Mo Kingdom. "I did not lose to you today. I lost to your son!''