"Princess, please get up." An Bao felt distressed and went over to help Feng Jiuer up.
"Father." Feng Jiuer shook off An Bao's hand, raised his head and looked at Feng Qiongcang for a moment.
"Father, let the second emperor brother go, let the palace maid go."
Based on her breath, she had determined that the person being punished inside was her second emperor brother.
"They have committed a crime, how can we let them go?" Feng Qiongcang looked at the people kneeling in front of them indifferently.
"Father, I'm fine. The palace maid did it unintentionally. In her belly...Father, please let them go."
Feng Jiu'er's eyes were red, tears were filling her eyes and she was about to shed. She bent over and hit her head on the ground.
"Princess, no." An Bao knelt down suddenly to stop Feng Jiuer from hurting herself.
"The second prince's crime will not lead to death, but if he makes a mistake, he should be punished. Why should the princess make it difficult for your majesty?"
"An Bao, where is the little palace maid? Where is she? Where is she?" Feng Jiuer was very excited, so excited that even her voice trembled a bit.
Seeing An Bao didn't speak, her eyes returned to Feng Qiongcang again.
"Father, I don't want anyone to die because of me. Father, please let them go. Father..."
Before Feng Jiuer finished speaking, two father-in-laws outside the hall hurriedly walked in.
Seeing that there was not only the emperor but also the princess kneeling on the ground, the two father-in-laws glanced at An Bao and nodded.
An Bao waved his hands, and the two father-in-laws took a few steps back, turned and left.
Seeing this scene, Feng Jiuer's head banged and her whole body softened.
Stretching out to grab An Bao's arm, the tears that she had not shed just now flowed down unsatisfactorily.
"Anbao, what does this mean? Tell me, what does this mean?"
An Bao was embarrassed and turned around to look at Feng Qiongcang, reluctant to leave.
Feng Qiongcang glanced at Feng Jiuer again, waved his sleeves, and said calmly: "Show me!"
"Yes, Your Majesty." An Bao nodded respectfully.
The sound of whipping inside was still coming out, Feng Jiuer's mind went blank and she let go of An Bao.
It was really hard for her to imagine that all of this was true.
Impossible! The child in the palace maid's belly is the grandson of the father. No matter how cruel he is, he will never attack his grandson. It's impossible!
She must have heard wrong. This was just punishment, not death. She couldn't die.
Feng Qiongcang left without leaving a single word.
An Bao looked at His Majesty's leaving figure, and then his eyes returned to Feng Jiu'er.
"Princess, it is impossible for Your Majesty to leave behind someone who will pose a threat to you. Everything has passed, so don't think too much about it, okay?"
Anbao couldn't stand, nor could he kneel. He could only bend his body and try his best to keep the height difference between himself and Feng Jiuer from being too big.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and raised her eyes to look at An Bao.
"An Bao, tell me, did my father really send her to death? Did she die...?"
"Yes." An Bao nodded, "I gave him poisonous wine and kept the body intact."
"Princess, the younger one goes first. You go and see the second prince. One hundred whips. I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it."
As soon as he finished speaking, An Bao left in a hurry.
Give poisoned wine and leave the body intact?
Everyone is dead, so what’s the use of keeping the whole body? Is it possible that we still need to thank the Lord for His grace?
Feng Jiuer really didn't expect that things would end like this.
A living life, no! One corpse, two lives, two human lives, perishing like this.
Father, why can you be so patient?
"Princess." As soon as the sword passed over, he helped Feng Jiuer up on the ground.
In the side hall, the sound of banging was still heard. Feng Jiuer clenched his fists and walked in.
Feng Yan was tied to the iron frame, and her broad back was already covered in blood and flesh.
A strong guard, without squinting his eyes, still held the whip and swung it hard on Feng Yan.
Seeing Feng Jiu'er entering the door, the guards standing by immediately greeted her.
"Princess, save the second prince, princess."
This person is Feng Yan's personal bodyguard Gu Mingcheng. He doesn't want to stop all this, but the emperor's order cannot be violated.
Feng Yan's whole body was covered in blood and he was sweating profusely, but he could still stay awake.
He gritted his teeth, and more and more blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
Blood not only flowed to the ground, but even splashed on the surrounding walls. The whole scene looked shocking.
"Stop!" After the sound of a whip being slapped on the skin, Feng Jiuer clenched her fists and walked over.
Jian Yi followed closely, fearing that the thorny whip would hurt the girl.
Hearing what the princess said, the whip-wielding guard stopped and turned to look at the person coming.
"Princess." He nodded and called.
"No more fighting." Feng Jiu'er glanced at him casually, then her eyes returned to Feng Yan again.
"Princess, this is the emperor..."
"If you want to fight, just hit me." Feng Jiuer interrupted the guard.
Standing behind Feng Yan, looking at his beaten back, Feng Jiuer closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Come here and untie my second emperor brother. If my father is blamed, I will take full responsibility for it."
Gu Mingcheng was waiting for the princess's words. He glanced at Feng Jiu'er, nodded, strode to Feng Yan's side, stretched out his big palm, and loosened Feng Yan's restraints.
"Princess, this is the emperor's order. One hundred lashes are enough, even one less lash is enough." A father-in-law who was standing by reminded him in a low voice.
"How many whips are there now?" Feng Jiuer turned her head and glanced sideways at her father-in-law.
"This..." The father-in-law was frightened by her sharp gaze and took half a step back.
"This princess asked, how many lashes are there now?" Feng Jiu'er still stared at the father-in-law coldly, "The rest will be all on me."
Feng Jiuer turned around, facing away from the guards behind her, and looked at Feng Yan.
"If it's not enough, just hit enough."
Before she could finish speaking, Jian opened her arms and stood behind him, looking at the guard holding a long whip.
The guard glanced at his father-in-law, who blinked and looked back at him.
"This...should be enough for a hundred lashes...right?"
"Could it be that the emperor asked you to count?" The guard rolled his eyes at the father-in-law, "You say enough is enough."
The guard was as cold as a whip stained with blood on his hands.
The father-in-law grunted, swallowed, and looked away from him, looking at Feng Jiu'er.
"Princess, that's enough...that's enough. The slave was counting just now. These one hundred whips are enough, that's enough."
"Yes." Feng Jiuer turned around and nodded with some satisfaction.
"Since the punishment is enough, my father won't have any objections if I take the second emperor brother back, right?"
"How is that possible?" A smile immediately appeared on the father-in-law's face, "Princess, do you want to take the second prince back to the palace? I will take the imperial doctor there right now."
Feng Jiuer waved her hand and could no longer care about so much.
The father-in-law left, and the guard who grabbed the whip also nodded and left.
Gu Mingcheng untied Feng Yan and helped him sit down on the ground. As soon as the sword passed by, he also helped him.
