Now you should know that your master is not a good person. He can't see your loyalty, and your life is worthless in his eyes.

When he caught a glimpse of Ying Yi kneeling on the ground, still tense and showing no signs of relaxing, and then looked at the two men preparing to carry out the execution, he suddenly realized what was happening.

"Wait a moment."

Feng Yi looked at her meaningfully: "What's wrong, Miss Xiao? Can't bear it?"

Xiao Yunying felt a tightness in her chest, as if the other party had seen through her thoughts.

She doesn't care, she won't admit it; right now, she just wants to vent her anger.

"Just kidding. I've always believed in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Why would I be so heartless to such a heartless brat?"

She went to Ying Zhao's side and said to the guards carrying out the execution, "Give me the board, I'll do it myself."

The guard looked at his master and, after receiving permission, handed her the board.

Xiao Yunying's first thought upon receiving the board was how heavy it was.

The boards here seem much thicker and heavier than the ones Zuo Lanzhi hit me with before, and they even have iron protrusions embedded in them.

Moreover, those who carried out the executions were all martial artists, and their strength was far greater than that of ordinary people.

After all, he was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. Twenty strokes of the rod from a martial arts practitioner could very well kill him.

She just wanted to teach the child a lesson; she didn't really want to kill him.

In front of Feng Yi, she couldn't hold back, so she used all her strength to hit him more than a dozen times.

When he was completely exhausted, he handed the paddle back to the guard: "I can't take it anymore. I haven't eaten for the past two days and I'm too weak. Your Highness, could you let him go and recover first? We can save the paddle for next time. After we're done, we can have him come here and kneel down with us."

"Can."

Although Xiao Yunying's strength was not comparable to that of a martial arts-trained man, it was still unpleasant to be hit by that heavy board when it was swung around. A dozen or so blows would be enough to keep the child's buttocks swollen for several days.

As she passed by Ying Yi, she saw his hands, which had been clenched into fists, relax, and knew that he was finally at ease.

Feng Yi watched her walk towards him: "Miss Yun Ying, are you feeling better now?"

"It's alright, but they'll probably have to kneel for days to get their revenge." She then deliberately asked, "I hit the prince's men, won't the prince feel bad about it?"

"What are you saying? I told you that you can do whatever you want with them, and I won't interfere with your decision." Feng Yi changed the subject: "Since Miss Yunying is in a good mood now, we should get down to business."

Xiao Yunying knew she couldn't escape this topic: "Alright, Your Highness, please speak."

Feng Yi's expression became more serious: "I've heard that Miss Yun Ying possesses a weapon that can be used for self-defense at close range and for expanding territory at long range. Is that true?"

Xiao Yunying's heart skipped a beat. Why would this person ask such a question?

As she listened to the words the other person used to describe the substance, the word "gunpowder" immediately came to mind.

But she had never mentioned this to anyone, not even Luo Sheng. How did he know and manage to find out about it?