She looked at the man in front of her who controlled the life and death of others. Although she was equally afraid of him, she wanted a fair result!
The two of them looked at each other, and Qingcheng's heart trembled at that moment. His eyes were bottomless, as if there was something hidden inside, making people want to delve deeper, but they were afraid of the darkness and coldness inside.
meaning!
Murong Jue stared at Qingcheng for a few seconds, and when he turned to look at Aunt Cui who was complaining about injustice, there was no expression on his handsome face.
"I ask you again, who broke the rose?" He asked calmly, his starry eyes looking at Aunt Cui for a moment.
Such a smooth voice made people's hearts tremble. Aunt Cui instinctively raised her head and glanced at him. It was this glance that made her lose the courage to continue to deceive him.
She knelt down with a thud, buried her head on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, have mercy on me... have mercy on me... Old slave, this old slave is..." Her head hit the ground with a thumping sound, and in this particularly quiet hall, she knelt down with a bang.
The sound was very loud, and every sound struck the hearts of others, scaring them so much that they did not dare to breathe hard!
"Someone, take her out and give her a thirty-year cane!"
Aunt Cui's eager explanation was met with Murong Jue's ruthless orders, but as soon as his words came out of his thin lips, two voices came to mind in the hall!
"Your Majesty!"
Aunt Cui exclaimed in shock, accompanied by Qingcheng's voice!
Grandma Cui was stunned for a moment because of this stunning woman's cry, her words were all choked in her throat, and even Murong Jue turned his attention to her.
"Please, Your Majesty, please take back your life and spare Aunt Cui this time!" Qingcheng lowered her head and said, although she was extremely afraid of him, her voice at this time was calm and clear, making it impossible to see the fear in her heart.
Murong Jue's eyes were deep, but his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he couldn't tell what kind of expression it was.
He walked towards Qingcheng, ignoring the trembling Aunt Cui on the ground, not to mention everyone in the hall.
"Is the princess pleading for her?" Murong Jue asked loudly, looking at Qingcheng with lowered eyebrows and a half-smile.
"Yes!" Qingcheng didn't look at him, but replied affirmatively.
After Murong Jue received her response, he nodded clearly, and then the words he spat out from his thin lips shocked everyone present again.
"Drag her out and beat her with fifty sticks. If she dies, leave her in a mass grave!"