I Accumulate Spirit Roots for My Next Life

Chapter 449 - 295: Suicide Out of Fear of Punishment

Qingzhou City.

Li Jizhou walked down the street with four women, feeling much more relaxed.

He had just received a response from Li Yuan, filled with praise.

The danger to his maternal grandfather was finally resolved.

"This time, I’m afraid Consort Rong and Dragon Aspect will be driven mad, won’t they?" Li Jizhou thought about Li Yuan’s message that he wanted him to supervise the government, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As for Consort Rong, there was no need to mention it; once he returned to the court to supervise the government, her foolish son would have no chance at all.

If it were an ordinary Prince, she might have resigned herself to fate.

However, with the King of Yun still imprisoned in the Celestial Prison, he would have no choice but to take desperate measures.

Otherwise, the King of Yun wouldn’t be able to come out in a lifetime.

And Dragon Aspect would be even more anxious.

Once it was confirmed that he would supervise the government, Li Yuan might take out the Jiuli Map, a Quasi-Immortal Artifact, and teach Li Jizhou the Secret Technique to control it. Their centuries-long plan would come to naught, and they might have to make a desperate fight.

"Since that’s the case, then let’s take advantage of the opportunity to eliminate all resistance!"

With a slight smile, Li Jizhou arrived at Qingzhou City’s dungeon.

Just as he reached the door of the dungeon, a commotion came from inside. Li Jizhou’s eyebrows slowly furrowed, and his expression turned grim. The killing aura fused with his Dao Foundation began to rise involuntarily.

"Second Uncle, Fifth Uncle, my father and I have treated you well, haven’t we? Why must you be so ruthless? What good does it do you?" Consort Zhen’s voice carried anger and supplication.

Li Jizhou had come to Qingzhou City with her, but he hadn’t even met Jin Zhaoyu before he left, and now he was nowhere to be seen. The hope in her heart was gradually turning to despair.

In recent days, she had been accompanying her old father day and night, looking at his aging yet kind face, and she found it increasingly difficult to let go.

Her father already had the resolve to die and refused her pleas to seek mercy from Li Yuan.

She knew too well that given her status in Li Yuan’s eyes, who was indifferent to women, it was almost impossible that her plea to spare her father’s life would be heard.

Only the Seventh Prince fighting desperately might succeed.

But if that happened, the Seventh Prince would surely lose the Saint Emperor’s favor, and would have no chance of ascending to the throne in this life.

Although she had no extravagant hopes for her only son, as long as he could go to Qingzhou peacefully and live safely, that would be the greatest blessing in the world.

But she was aware of the Seventh Prince’s ambitions toward the throne, so she had been holding back from contacting him.

Today, the second and fifth branches of the Jin family came to the Celestial Prison with the intention of forcing her father to die.

"Consort Zhen, please mind your status. We commoners wouldn’t dare to reach so high." The fifth member of the Jin family chuckled lightly, but showed not a shred of respect.

Yesterday, Consort Rong had already sent them a message; there would be pressure at court today, Jin Zhaoyu must die, and the Seventh Prince, even if not stripped of his title, would surely lose the Saint Emperor’s favor. As for Consort Zhen, how could she fare well? Being banished to the cold palace was almost certain.

They were also promised that once the Ninth Prince ascends the throne, Qingzhou would be handed over to them.

But there was one more thing Consort Rong wanted them to do.

Which was to make Jin Zhaoyu commit suicide admitting his sins.

They were eager to narrate the severity to Jin Zhaoyu today.

Threatening with the prestige of the Jin family’s main branch.

Had it not been for the Governor of Qingzhou secretly informing Consort Zhen, and Consort Zhen arriving in time, Jin Zhaoyu might already have been a cold corpse by now.

"Fifth Uncle, I beg you, spare my father!" Consort Zhen pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

"Ha, what a joke. Jin Zhaoyu conspired with the Demon Race, selling out the country to the enemy, who is there to spare him? Ask the three hundred thousand people in Yong’an City, ask the Saint Emperor, who can spare him!" Jin Shicheng sneered, again pointing forcefully at Jin Zhaoyu.

"Enough nonsense, Consort Zhen, I advise you to stay away, or... hmph, if Jin Zhaoyu’s treason implicates you, I’m afraid the cold palace will be your fate for the rest of your life!" The second member of the Jin family impatiently barked.

"I’m willing, I can live in the cold palace, I’ll go now to plead for the Saint Emperor’s mercy. As long as my father’s life is spared, even being banished to the cold palace, I will have no regrets." Consort Zhen hurriedly pleaded again.

"You... hmph, Consort Zhen, you’re too naive. The Saint Emperor cares for the world, never indulging in beauty, and in the harem, Consort Rong is the true mistress. Do you think the Saint Emperor would pardon Jin Zhaoyu’s unpardonable crime of betraying the country because of you? Do you think you can outweigh the lives of thirty thousand people in the Jiuli Dynasty?" The Jin family’s second uncle’s voice turned cold, even mocking.

Consort Zhen lowered her head silently; her second uncle spoke the truth; she truly had no confidence in using herself in exchange for the Saint Emperor pardoning her father.

Otherwise, she would have already done so.

"Yes, Second Uncle is right, I am not enough, but don’t forget, my son is the Seventh Prince, deeply favored by the Saint Emperor..."

"Haha, Seventh Prince? Don’t you know your Seventh Prince has already been implicated by Jin Zhaoyu and is about to be stripped of his title by the Saint Emperor?"

"Moreover, the Seventh Prince... ha, indeed, the Seventh Prince is smarter than you. Ever since Jin Zhaoyu’s crimes were revealed, he hasn’t seen Jin Zhaoyu once. It’s a pity though, Jin Zhaoyu is his grandfather, how could he escape implication?"

Upon hearing these words, Consort Zhen’s face sank: "No, impossible, my son won’t be stripped of his title. My son is deeply favored by the Saint Emperor, it won’t happen."

"Second Uncle, Fifth Uncle, you can’t do this. I alone will bear the consequences of my actions. It was my mistake, I deserve to die; it has nothing to do with the Seventh Prince. I haven’t seen him for years; it’s completely unrelated to him." Jin Zhaoyu had heard rumors of the Seventh Prince possibly losing his title and hurriedly explained.

"Ha, Big Brother, since you don’t want the Seventh Prince to be implicated, what are you waiting for? Waiting for the Seventh Prince to beg the Saint Emperor?" The fifth member immediately chimed in.

"That’s right, Big Brother. If you commit suicide now, perhaps the Seventh Prince won’t be implicated. As long as the Seventh Prince retains his title, maybe Consort Zhen won’t have any problems either. What are you hesitating?

Do you truly want to implicate them before you’re satisfied?" The second member’s voice became stern in an instant.

"I... I..." Jin Zhaoyu trembled all over.

"Father, no, don’t listen to their nonsense, Qian’Er will definitely be fine, and he will certainly find a way to clear your name, don’t do anything foolish." Seeing her father’s expression, Consort Zhen quickly advised.

"Haha, the Seventh Prince thinks of a way to clear Big Brother’s name? Big Brother, do you have grievances? Did you falsely sell Red Phosphorus Gold Ore to the Red Flame Demon Race?

Did you collude with Qianji City and Poison City in the Ten Thousand Poison Swamp, and secretly bought a large number of High-Tier Puppets falsely?

Do you believe you have been wronged?" The Jin family’s second uncle pressed again.

Jin Zhaoyu’s face had turned pale at this moment, especially after hearing his second uncle say that he had implicated his daughter and grandson, and might cause her to be banished to the cold palace, and his grandson to be stripped of his title, he couldn’t bear it.

"No, I’m not wronged; I’m not wronged; I was spellbound; I was blind; I was mistaken; I deserve to die!"

"Then why aren’t you dead yet?"

"Immediately commit suicide, self-destruct your Primordial Spirit; it will clear the ties with Consort Zhen and the Seventh Prince. What are you waiting for?" The second and fifth members of the Jin family simultaneously pressured sternly, even exerting Primordial Spirit pressure, preventing Consort Zhen from speaking.

"I... I will commit suicide; I will end myself; I deserve to die; I..." Jin Zhaoyu’s consciousness was instantly affected, his eyes widened, slowly raising his hands.

Seeing Jin Zhaoyu about to self-destruct his Primordial Spirit, Consort Zhen was nearly breaking her teeth in anguish, but she was suppressed by the Jin family members and couldn’t speak, leaving her with a face full of tears and heartache.

"Grandfather, hold on!" Just then, a gentle voice was heard.