The next day, the Yamen held a public hearing on the case.
Because Marquis Yong'an had already confessed his crime and all the confession evidence was there, the case was heard very quickly and was over in just half an hour.
The assassins of Qiansha Sect, who killed countless people, were all sentenced to be executed by Qiu Hou. As for Yong'an Hou who committed murder and committed murder, he was sentenced to 200 sticks and was exiled to the bitter cold land of the far north.
The stick punishment was carried out in front of everyone. After a hundred sticks were applied, Yong'an Hou's skin was torn and his flesh was torn, and he passed out in a bloody state.
Although this man fainted, the beating with the stick still had to continue.
Marquis Yong'an's wife, his two sons, and the servants who came with the master all knelt on the ground and begged the governor not to beat him again.
The governor ignored them and asked the government officials to drive them out.
After the two hundred sticks were finished, the executioner took a look at his breath and found that Yong'an Hou could not bear it and died.
Although some of the people watching the execution felt that it was a bit miserable that Marquis Yong'an was beaten to death, most of them still felt that Marquis Yong'an deserved to die and deserved his death.
After watching the execution, Song Heng returned to the general's mansion.
The people from Yong'an Hou's Mansion took Yong'an Hou's body back to the Hou's Mansion. After returning to the house, Mrs. Yong'an Hou put on her imperial uniform and said she would go to the palace to complain to the emperor. The people who sued the Yamen were ruthless and killed her alive.
Yong'an Hou, who was sentenced to exile, was beaten to death.
But before she had time to go, an imperial edict was issued to deprive her of the title of Marquis of Yong'an.
The plaque on Yong'an Marquis' Mansion was removed, and from then on there was no Yong'an Marquis in Dongchen Kingdom.
After Song Heng returned to the general, he went directly to Qiushi courtyard. In the courtyard, Shen Wan was sitting in the courtyard with her right hand hanging in the sun. On her left hand was Xiao An's cradle.
Song Heng walked over and looked at his little son lying in the cradle eating his hands.
"Hey..." Xiao Zian showed a toothless smile to his father.
Song Heng was infected by his smile and couldn't help but raise his lips, stretched out his fingers, and poked his son's soft and waxy face.
"Hey..." Xiao An grabbed his father's finger and put it into his mouth.
Shen Wan saw it and hurriedly patted her son's little fleshy hand with her left hand: "Don't put it in your mouth, your dad is dirty."
Shen Wan originally wanted to say that your father's hands are dirty, but she missed a word as she spoke quickly.
Song Heng's eyes twitched, he turned to look at Shen Wan and asked, "I'm dirty."
"No," Shen Wan quickly explained: "I mean your hands are dirty.
You came back from outside and didn't wash your hands, so your hands are naturally dirty and you can't let your children put them in their mouths, right?"
This explanation did not restore Song Heng's mood.
Because the words that blurt out are often the truest thoughts in people's hearts. In Shen Wan's heart, he is dirty.
She once said that she didn't want him to touch her with the hand that had touched Lin Qingxue because she found it dirty.
Xiao Zi'an still didn't let go of Song Heng's fingers, and Song Heng didn't pull his fingers out either. Instead, he used slight force to engage in a tug-of-war with his son.
"Yong'anhou is dead."
"How did you die?"
Shen Wan looked at Song Heng and asked, didn't he say that although Marquis Yong'an paid for the murder, he shouldn't be sentenced to death?
No, even if he was sentenced to death, he would not be executed so quickly.
Song Heng replied: "I couldn't survive the cane punishment, so I was beaten to death."
"Oh..." Shen Wan nodded in a long voice.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Shen Wan, who was still wearing a coat, couldn't help but shrink her neck.
Song Heng took his fingers out of his son's hand, lifted the cradle and said to Shen Wan: "The wind has picked up, go back to the house!"