He Xi's face darkened. Due to He Yanting's presence, he couldn't think of any rebuttal, so he could only say calmly, "Minister Jiang, you're joking. The prince's precious body is beyond measure. How can he enter our resting place? Besides, this punishment only needs one stroke of the cane. Let's finish it quickly so that you two can have an explanation to His Majesty."

He Yanting's face was gloomy. "Eunuch He, please be careful with your words. Deceiving the emperor is a capital crime."

He Xi lowered his eyes slightly, and Jiang Zhiyu also said, "The prince's body is precious, and he must not be exposed to the rain. If he catches a cold, how will Eunuch He explain to the emperor?"

She used He Xi's words to block He Xi, and did not listen to his answer. She walked straight to Xiao Chuji and said, "Second Prince, what do you think?"

Xiao Chuji's voice was calm, and apart from being slightly hoarse, no emotion could be heard: "Just here, take the things down."

The captains on both sides stood still until He Xi waved his hand, then they started to move.

Jiang Zhiyu exclaimed, "Eunuch He has great prestige."

The speaker had intentions and the listener also took it seriously. He Yanting looked at He Xi cooperatively. Although it was cold, He Xi was so frightened that he broke out in a sweat on his back.

"Minister Jiang, don't dare say anything careless. Our family has no prestige. We are only following the orders of His Majesty."

Fearing that she would say something hurtful again, He Xi scolded her, "What are you all standing there for? Why don't you hit her quickly?"

He said "type" lightly, and the captain who was carrying out the execution didn't know how to control the strength, so he hit him as lightly as possible. Jiang Zhiyu snorted softly: "You haven't eaten yet?"

He Xi narrowed his eyes and was about to warn her when he suddenly met He Yanting's gaze. He suddenly felt as if he was surrounded by ice and snow and quickly looked away.

Judging the situation is almost a necessary skill for these eunuchs. He Xi spoke very quickly: "Listen to Secretary Jiang, fight."

There are so many people here now. If someone talks too much in front of the emperor, even if I had ten heads I wouldn’t be able to chop off enough!

At his command, the captain next to him quickly swung his stick, drew a semicircle in the air, and hit him hard.

Xiao Chuji immediately let out a muffled groan.

His hands, clasped tightly on the stool, were bulging with veins. He gritted his teeth and struck down with stick after stick, without uttering a single scream.

Blood gradually seeped out, and He Xi couldn't help but tremble with every swing of the stick.

Like a spring.

He Xi looked ashen as he saw the blood seeping out, and he felt a little resentful towards Jiang Zhiyu and He Yanting.

If they hadn't come, I would have just given them some consideration and reported it to my superiors, and I wouldn't have angered the prince. Now things have turned out like this. What should I do if the emperor regrets it in the future and implicates me?

[Serves you right! Not only did you poison my brother, but you also slaughtered the entire village for your own selfish desires!]

Village? He Yanting frowned, remembering what Qianhu had said in the imperial study.

In order to establish himself as an enlightened monk, he sent people to buy a large number of babies, gagged them and hid them in the corners of the village. Every night, he would have people remove the babies' mouths, letting the babies' cries echo throughout the village.

[This went on for a few weeks. When the time was right, he pretended to be passing by and used a trick to deceive the villagers. He then secretly had the baby killed and buried underground.]

[After word spread, villagers stumbled upon the buried baby's body. The person monitoring them reported it to Xiao Chuji, who then ordered the massacre of the entire village. He then had his men pretend to be villagers and live there, bringing up the incident with everyone they met, spreading his image as a high-ranking monk. Bah!]

[What kind of eminent monk is that? Even the evil spirits from hell are not as cruel and ruthless as him!]

He Yanting's gaze moved slowly, his deep eyes were full of gloom. The stick was still hitting Xiao Chuji with the sound of wind, and He Yanting's fingertips moved slightly.

After about thirty blows, Xiao Chuji fainted. He Xi saw his head droop, his heart skipping a beat, and he gasped for breath. Jiang Zhiyu saw that he looked like he was about to pass out, and said with a smile, "He's still breathing, he just fainted."

He Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

"Don't hit him, Secretary Jiang. Think about it, the Second Prince is still a prince after all. He's the Emperor's son. The Emperor is angry right now and said those words in anger. If he regrets it later, won't we be the ones who suffer?"

Perhaps because he felt that Jiang Zhiyu was soft-hearted, He Xi changed his attitude and spoke sincerely, speaking from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Zhiyu laughed: "Why is Eunuch He talking about this to a little secretary like me? He should talk to General He."

He Xi raised his eyes to look at He Yanting, but He Yanting's gaze was not on him, but on Jiang Zhiyu.

The man was already unconscious, so there was no point in fighting any further. Jiang Zhiyu sighed with regret: "Then let's save it for now and wait until the Second Prince wakes up."

He Xi: “!!!”

His eyes widened, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

Auntie, he really had the urge to call Jiang Zhiyu auntie.

She still wants to keep it?! ! !

This is the prince! Do you really want to offend him to death?

He Xi was about to burst out again.

Jiang Zhiyu and He Yanting left immediately, and the captains on either side stood there like wooden stakes, motionless. He Xi was so anxious that he kept turning in circles:

"Call the doctor! Call the doctor quickly!"

The captain ran out in a hurry. He Xi didn't care about anything and asked someone to carry Xiao Chuji to his room.

There was chaos and war over there, but Jiang Zhiyu was in a good mood, humming a little tune leisurely as he walked.

[What a pity! With so many people here, I can't film Xiao Chuji's miserable state for my brother to see.]

photo?

He Yanting was confused, but Jiang Zhiyu often came up with one or two terms that he didn't understand, so He Yanting didn't take it to heart.

The road was lined with pleasantly fragrant flowers, and on the left were rockeries of varying sizes. As they walked, He Yanting suddenly said, "Miss Third, do you have a question?"

Jiang Zhiyu asked in confusion: "What?"

He Yanting stopped, looked at her, and suddenly smiled: "A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."

Jiang Zhiyu seemed lost in thought. He Yanting was about to continue speaking when he saw her smiling brightly. Her red dress was blown by the wind, and her eyes were full of arrogance and frivolity. "I wonder if Mr. He knows a word."

He Yanting's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he heard himself say, "What?"

"All fear comes from insufficient firepower."

Jiang Zhiyu raised her head proudly. She knew that He Yanting was reminding her that she had been too conspicuous in recent days and had made many enemies, but she originally wanted to cause trouble for these people.

If they came to my door themselves, I would be too lazy to look for them one by one.

He Yanting laughed, swallowed what he was about to say, and continued to move forward.

The two walked side by side, neither of them mentioned the previous topic again.