As soon as the words fell, the slaves kneeling down gasped.

Including the willow steward who has been taking care of the war palace for many years.

But he was also the first to react.

"The old slave understands." Steward Liu responded in a low voice, turned his head sideways and beckoned to the guards not far away: "Drag this little guy down and kill him." ”

Several guards of the palace who received the order did not hesitate at all.

Without saying a word, he approached Ah Bao, intending to drag the person down and kill him.

Ah Bao, who finally realized that the catastrophe was coming, struggled, begged for mercy with a handful of snot and tears, trying to change Chaohuang's heart: "Princess... The princess spares her life... The little one is loyal to the prince and the princess..."

"Loyal?"

Chao Huang chuckled twice when he heard this, and in order not to affect the princess's reprimand, several guards stopped, and many of them flashed their eyes again.

Chaohuang, who had taken all the reactions into his eyes, suddenly fell silent.

Raising his hand lightly, he picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip.

The gestures are full of nobility and elegance with a layer of fog.

It's a pity that Chaohuang's sentence just now directly shook people's hearts, and no one dared to have a reverie, but she had another general idea in her heart.

Today's War King's Mansion can be said to be a gathering of families.

There may be one or two eyeliners in the palace, in other palaces, and in the palaces of noble ministers, and after the people disperse, she is afraid that she will become famous, right?

Well, let her guess what those people would say about her?

A ruthless poisonous woman? Or the smart people of the Shen family?

What should I do if I suddenly find the former more interesting?

While thinking, Chaohuang's starry eyes bent slightly, with a smile in his eyes.

Seeing this, Ah Bao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he kowtowed, striving to make the clearest and most trusted sound of the lord every time, and his tone was even more sincere and dedicated: "Princess! The slave doesn't know what the slave has done wrong, the slave is just a pity, a pity that he can't continue to serve the prince and take care of the prince! ”

"Do you still regret it?" Chaohuang, who was interrupted from his conjecture, frowned, and felt a little pity, so he didn't waste time anymore, and said coldly: "Then you will regret it slowly." ”

Chaohuang lightly decided the life and death of the little servant who was waiting for the prince of war, and the guards who understood the meaning of the words immediately stepped forward when they heard the words, even if Ah Bao was still struggling and begging for mercy, no one watched or said much, until Ah Bao was about to be dragged out of the back garden...

"Wait..."Chao Huang stopped, and glanced at a circle of slaves who were trembling and inexplicably weak-hearted, and suddenly pointed to the position in the center of the crowd: "Just here, in front of everyone." ”

In front of... The face of all?

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't dare to show any disrespectful behavior.

Soon, Ah Bao, who had a miserable white face, was dragged to the middle of the slaves, and was directly pressed to the ground by five or six guards, and began to execute the cane.

The torture sticks, which were several circles thicker than the arms of adult men, fell like rain, and the sound of flesh peeling was uninterrupted.

Every sound smashes into everyone's heart.

"Ah——!h

"The princess spares her life! The princess spares her life!! ”

At the beginning, Po still had the spirit to shout and beg for mercy, until the blood flowers bloomed one by one, except for the faint sobs and banging sounds from the crowd...

In the back garden, only dead silence spreads.

Chao Huang, who was still sitting at the top and looked unwavering, looked at the hour, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of chagrin appeared on his face: "The chef of the palace is here?" ”

"In..."Steward Liu, who was always paying attention to Chaohuang, took the lead in responding, and hurriedly got up and brought the cook who was kneeling not far away: "Princess..."

"Go and prepare breakfast for the prince, hurry up."

"Yes, yes, yes! The little ones are going! As if he had received a great forgiveness, the cook left in a hurry.