"Your Majesty." The shy and discordant voice seemed particularly harsh in this dark night, but the owner of the voice was completely unaware of it. He held Xuan Ningxuan's arm delicately and said, "Your Majesty, please give me a beating with a stick."
It’s so bloody that Jasmine doesn’t dare to look at it.”
Xuan Ningxuan was so angry and anxious that he wanted to have the woman holding his arm dragged away immediately, but he could not show any dissatisfaction on his face.
The surrounding sounds were even quieter, and only heavy breathing could be heard.
"My lord, why don't you put on a sack." The elegant voice was clearer in the dead silence. The tone was gentle, but the content was hollow and cruel.
Murong Jingwan sneered in her heart. Although she didn't raise her head, the voice already made her know the owner of the voice. We are from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into each other! The punishment of the sack, even if you are not beaten to death, take off the sack.
The process will also make life worse than death.
Xuan Ningxuan's heart was filled with pain, hesitation, and embarrassment, and now he was riding a tiger with difficulty.
He took a deep breath, turned his head slightly, and couldn't bear to look at Murong Jingwan on the ground.
"Here comes someone! Execution!" I was familiar with the sentence in my heart, but now I said it without any momentum at all.
The same few attendants hurriedly fetched sacks and torture sticks.
Two of them opened the sack, put Murong Jingwan in it, and then tied the mouth of the sack into a tight knot at the heel.
Then the two men raised their thick-armed torture sticks and hit Murong Jingwan's body in a chaotic manner.
The sound of wind and the cracking of skin and flesh caused by the rapid swing of the torture stick immediately became louder.
Little by little, pieces of bright red slowly seeped out, but the person in the bag didn't make a sound or even move.
Everyone onlookers had no idea why the person in the bag could not cry out in such pain.
In fact, Murong Jingwan was in pain, so painful that she couldn't breathe. But her heart was numb and she couldn't react in any way.
A tear slipped silently from the corner of her eye, and Murong Jingwan put on an embarrassed smile. There was no need to worry about other people's reactions, because no one could see her expression.
She was also glad that she tapped Xiaohuan's sleeping point, otherwise the little girl would have stopped her at all costs. She could not let the people who cared about her get hurt in the slightest.
But she felt sad for herself in her heart, why should she be as stupid as her mother, knowing clearly that Xuan Ningxuan and the emperor were the same kind of people, but she was still willing to be a moth to the fire.
ps: I solemnly recommend the conclusion of Zi Shang’s time travel [Concubine is not as good as a servant: King Leng’s concubine]. I hope everyone will support it!
