Chapter 48 The Princess Has a Unique Taste (Han Zhi Gets Beaten Warning)

This princess must be a pervert.

This was Han Zhi's first reaction. He knew there was something wrong with the tea just by smelling it. It should be enough to make people involuntarily immersed in the play after drinking it.

But the situation was not favorable at the moment, so Han Zhi lowered his eyes and signaled Chi Changyuan to act according to the script.

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Han Zhi was kneeling on the jade brick, and the so-called princess was nowhere to be found. Zifang suddenly asked them to start the performance.

Zifang controlled the light rope and tied his wrists behind his back. Several other silver rays turned into slender jade plates, hanging at his side, emitting a cold light.

"How dare you, you shameless monster, covet me?" the immortal king played by Chi Changyuan said seriously.

Before he could come to his senses, the jade plate hanging at his side suddenly fell down, hitting him on the back with a "snap". The jade plate was filled with divine power, and with one strike, the fabric on Han Zhi's back instantly tore apart, and his skin became red and swollen.

"Kneel down." Chi Changyuan's voice sounded again, but it was even colder than before. "Do you still need me to teach you how to admit your mistakes?"

Han Zhi gritted his teeth, refusing to bow his head, but the light rope suddenly tugged at his hair, forcing him to look up. The next second, a silver light transformed into a hand and slapped him in the face with force. With a crisp "snap" sound, his cheeks instantly turned red, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Do you admit your mistake?" The jade board fell again, this time hitting his leg. The pain made his body tremble, but he still stiffened his neck: "I'm not wrong..."

Chi Changyuan watched him like this, his eyes brimming with anger and heartache, but Han Zhi's gaze held him back. He could only watch helplessly as the jade board fell again and again, his face growing paler, yet he refused to admit his fault. It wasn't until the seventh board fell that Han Zhi finally groaned, his body swaying, but he still looked at Chi Changyuan with all his might, his red eyes filled with stubbornness: "Why doesn't your Majesty believe me? I didn't push him!"

"You're still stubborn." The immortal on the stage waved his hand: "Punish me with a cane."

The jade staff was raised again, this time with even greater force than before, bringing down hard on Han Zhi's buttocks with a sharp sound that tore through the air. He groaned, and the thin fabric of his clothes was instantly shattered. Blood oozed from the red and swollen area on his buttocks, trickling down his legs and spreading tiny bloodstains on the jade tiles.

"Immortal Lord!" Han Zhi suddenly looked up, his red eyes filled with tears, but not because of the pain, but because the cold words of "beating" came from the mouth of the person he trusted most. He struggled to get up, but the light rope tied behind his back tightened, making his wrists numb. "You know very well that I was only delivering medicine that day and didn't touch him at all!"

Chi Changyuan's fingertips clenched white as he watched the jade staff fall again and again, each blow a blow to his heart. He seemed to be back in the day when he wrongly accused Han Zhi of injuring Leng Xiangyu. He wanted to scream, to rush over and hug Han Zhi, but his throat seemed blocked, and he could only squeeze out cold words from between his teeth: "How can I believe the words of a monster? If you dare to quibble again, the punishment will be doubled!"

As soon as these words left his mouth, Han Zhi's body suddenly stiffened, and the light in his red eyes dimmed. He stopped struggling, simply lowering his head and letting the jade staff fall on his hips. Blood splattered on his white hair, like red plum blossoms falling all over the ground. After the hundredth stroke, he finally gave up and fell forward, but was held by the light rope, still in a kneeling position.

"Your Majesty..." His voice was weak and frothy with blood, "If even you don't believe in me... what's the point of me guarding this immortal path?"

"Pa pa pa"

There was a burst of applause from somewhere, and a woman's cheerful voice came: "Well done, great performance!"

The jade staff controlled by the quilt room suddenly stopped, clattering against the jade brick with a clang, breaking in two. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in a white gauze dress emerging from nowhere. She was toying with a silver-bone fan painted with the exact same "Immortal Lord Rabbit Demon Picture" from the jade book, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"Among so many actors, you two performed the best and endured the most punishment. What do you want?"

Chi Changyuan picked up Han Zhi and looked at him, his face pale with pain in his arms. He felt angry, but Han Zhi grabbed him and signaled him not to be impulsive.

"Thank you, Princess." Han Zhi groaned in pain: "I wonder what reward the Princess can give me?"

"Gold, silver, and treasures, everything you need."

Han Zhi said: "This humble servant does not want these."

"Oh?" The princess's eyes lit up with interest. "What do you want? Rare treasures?"

Han Zhi: "If I want the Red Moon Grass, can Princess give it to me?"

The smile on the princess's face faded a little, and her hand that was playing with the silver bone fan paused, a complicated look flashing in her eyes: "Red Moon Grass? What do you want this thing for?"

"Save people."

She said "Oh", not surprised at all: "After four hundred years, another person comes to ask for this thing."

She smiled and said, "It's not something I can't give you, but you know what? I love to fuck beautiful women's buttocks. Unfortunately, all the ones you sent me before were trash. None of them could satisfy me."

Han Zhi's fingertips suddenly clenched the hem of his clothes, the urgency in his red eyes was instantly replaced by coldness, and even his breathing became heavier.

The princess waved her silver-bone fan, her eyes fixed on Han Zhi's lower back, which was covered by her clothes. A hint of amusement lingered in her smile. "If you are willing to accept thirty lashes from me, and if you are not allowed to dodge or cry out in pain, I will have someone give you the Red Moon Grass immediately." She paused, deliberately emphasizing her words. "Of course, if you can't hold on, or if you dare to use your magic power to protect it... then forget about the grass."

Chi Changyuan's face suddenly darkened. He took a step forward and blocked Han Zhi behind him. "He just received a punishment. You can't hit him again. If you want to hit him, hit me."

"What's the point of punishing you?" The princess sneered, tapping Han Zhi with the tip of her fan. "I've always said I only like to punish beautiful women. You're pretty, but you have a cold, hard expression. How can you compare to him with his red eyes and white hair? He's even more alluring when he's being punished."

Han Zhi stepped out from behind Chi Changyuan, the coldness on his fingertips almost condensing into icy beads, but he still forced himself to suppress it. He looked at the princess, his voice as cold as ice: "Thirty strokes, don't dodge or cry out in pain. But if you break your promise..."

"Don't worry, I never lie." The princess clapped her hands, and two maids in green immediately carried a pearwood bench into the hall. The bench was covered with a thin layer of velvet, but it couldn't withstand the force of the falling staff. "Come on, don't make me wait any longer—after all, the person you want to save can't wait any longer."

Han Zhi gritted his teeth, walked to the bench, and just as he was about to lean over, his wrist was grabbed by Chi Changyuan.

"Don't worry about me." Han Zhihui held his hand, then let go and leaned over on the bench. The fabric on his hips was already torn, and now it looked even thinner.

Seeing this, the princess took an ebony staff from the maid. The staff shone with a cold light, obviously soaked in a potion that suppressed divine power. She walked behind Han Zhi and waved the staff: "Are you ready? The first stick -"

The moment the ebony stick fell, there was a crisp "pa" sound, and Han Zhi's body trembled violently, but he did not make any sound, only fine cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.

The ebony staff grew heavier with each blow, the pressure from the staff seeping through the fabric into his flesh. He lay prone on the bench, his knuckles digging into the wood grain, unaware of the sawdust wedging between his nails. Only with each blow of the stick did his shoulders tremble uncontrollably, and his white hair tumbled onto the bench, staining the thin velvet with sweat.

"Someone, take off his pants."