My Empire

While the Dragon King was preparing to bluff and negotiate terms with the Ailan Hill Empire, in another corner of the world, a gorgeous castle, in a room with carved beams, was staged. Net.

"Pop!" After a loud slap in the face, a young man dressed in gorgeous noble costumes fell to the ground. He crawled twice in fear before avoiding the exhausting kick of the middle-aged noble behind him.

"What are you doing! He is your own son!" The middle-aged aristocratic woman wearing gold and silver dragged her husband, crying and begging for mercy: "What's wrong with you outside again? Quick, quick and quick. Your father apologizes!"

"Apologize? It's late!" The man panted and broke free from the woman's pull, and he caught up with another kick: "You rebellious son! How did I give birth to you such an idiot!"

"I know it's wrong! I know it's wrong, can't it work?" The young man who crawled and ate another foot fell on the floor, crying and begging for mercy, and the downstairs was cleaning the castle as usual. The servants were silent.

"Okay! You are an earl. What do you think of beating your son like this..." The woman saw her son being beaten like this, and immediately felt distressed again, and caught up with her husband: "You too calm down."

Without knowing where to put his masculine hands, he pushed his son while trying to continue kicking on the ground: "Get out of the way! I am going to personally kill this stupid stupid who has not succeeded in defeating with my own hands today!"

"No matter what mistake he made, he is still just a child..." The woman looked at her son distressedly, and when she saw that he didn't know how to run, she turned her head and persuaded her husband: "He doesn't know how to run. I've confessed to you, isn't this already known to be wrong! What trouble can he cause at such an age?"

"It's nothing more than a little waver who seduce our family Sam...Send some money and it's all right..." In her opinion, her husband's family has a lot of business, and there is nothing wrong with it.

In fact, with their family's strength, there is really nothing wrong with this poor country.

It's nothing more than occupying someone's girl, or killing someone's eye-opening bastard, it doesn't matter what matters.

Lose some money if it's a big deal. Has this kind of thing happened in the past? Blame my husband for being too busy at ordinary times, and for those who do not care about the family, the children are naturally more naughty.

But the child is still a child after all, no matter how naughty, how big a disaster can he cause? Didn't the matter just pass by just finding a few world-famous friends and trusting relationships?

"You! What do you know?" The man was on the verge of collapse. He pointed at his son with a trembling finger, wishing to deprive him alive: "You let him say it! You let him say it!"

"Sam...you, what's wrong with you this time?" The woman stopped her husband while turning around, questioning her son.

The young man who fell on the ground paled with fright, and tremblingly replied: "I, I am, I just joined a...an organization, in it, and made some friends in it."

The more he spoke, the more fluent he was, and even as he spoke, he felt that he was right: "They are all nobles, we have agreed, and in the future, we can help each other and help each other to make our business bigger!"

Of course, he concealed the most important part, that is, this so-called mysterious organization helping each other, meeting and discussing matters, is a terrible crime of rebellion.

"You! You still have the face to say!" Lord Earl subconsciously wanted to touch the long sword at his waist, but found that he was in his own home and didn't wear the long sword that symbolized the glory of the family at all.

He really wanted to kill his son with a sword, because he had heard of that organization and knew what terrible things the organization was planning.

This mysterious organization was established by a group of **** who are not afraid of death. They wanted to overthrow the rule of Emperor Ailan Hill and use merchants to control the entire empire.

Recently, these guys have gathered together frequently to discuss how to assassinate the emperor from the past, create chaos and seek political power.

He didn't dare to participate in this kind of activity, but what he didn't know was that his son was carrying him, joined this organization, and was still making suggestions in it. He seemed to be a little boss!

Of course, if it was just that, he would break this son's leg today and put him in the dungeon, so that he would not be fooled anymore.

But what made him desperate was that just yesterday, His Majesty Emperor Chris was really assassinated!

When he heard the news, he was still gloating, thinking that the people who planned the assassination were all fools. Just now, his son who had been fooling around for a whole night was scared and confessed to him.

"Your good son! He went out and fooled around and deceived those girls. I don't care! Now he actually plans with someone to assassinate the emperor!" Pointing to his son, the earl almost turned his back.

"Isn't it just planning to assassinate...you, what are you talking about?" The countess was stunned for a moment when she heard her husband utter such terrible words. She stood there blankly, even forgetting her son, who was still lying on the floor.

The entire castle was plunged into an unusually strange silence, as if the people who quarreled just now had evaporated at this moment.

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"Hey..." In another castle, a chair with gorgeous waves carved on its armrests fell to the floor, with one pair of feet hanging in the air and struggling, and soon stopped moving.

When the servant opened the door and was about to enter the house to pack things, the young and beautiful girl saw the other two maids lying on the floor with unwillingness and pain written on their hideous faces.

They were poisoned to death because of white saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths. Lying on the bed is a beautiful woman who is the mistress of the family.

At this moment, she has lost the grace and luxury of the past, and she has long been silent when she lay there. A bottle of poison was tumbling on the floor, and a weird colored liquid spilled out, flowing along the cracks in the floor.

"Ah!" The maid screamed hysterically, and the servants who heard the screaming hurriedly gathered.

They saw their owner, the young owner of this room, hung motionless on the beam. He was wearing decent clothes, but the shoe on one foot fell to the ground because of the struggle.

A few hours ago, this corpse hung on the beam was still the richest young man in this small town...