It's just a woman! When has their esteemed emperor ever suffered such hardship? Even on the battlefield, he never endured such pain. He's already been kneeling for half a month, and now he has to endure fifty more lashes—isn't this trying to kill him?!

Cheng Yi stepped forward and grabbed Yi Meng's hand: "Master, is it really worth it?!"

"Your Majesty! You'll die if you do this!" Qinghe's eyes reddened with anxiety.

Di Jingcheng's teeth chattered, his voice weak and hoarse, lacking its usual imposing manner: "Get out!"

"master!"

"emperor!"

Tears welled up in Cheng Yi's eyes. He angrily shook off Yi Meng's hand and turned his face away. He clenched his teeth, trying his best to ignore Di Jingcheng.

Shi Geyi continued to lash out with his whip, and Di Jingcheng's body was slowly stained with blood, leaving it mottled and bloody, with a considerable amount already on the ground. He had tried his best to control his strength, hoping to alleviate Di Jingcheng's pain.

Nalan Mingzhu turned her head away, unable to bear it; it was truly heartbreaking, and she felt a pang of guilt.

Ranlayob and the elders watched this scene with such expressions that no one knew what they were thinking.

The fifty lashes lasted for half an hour, and Di Jingcheng's straight back remained upright until the very end, when he finally collapsed.

Azi pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and saw her Acheng lying on the ground covered in blood. She burst into tears instantly, her eyes wide with grief, and cried out for Di Jingcheng in anguish.

"Cheng! Cheng!"

At the moment he lost consciousness, Di Jingcheng heard the voice of the person he loved, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He made it through; his Ah Zi had arrived.