Chapter 7 Three Days Later, Exile

As soon as this thought came to mind, it was quickly suppressed by the emperor.

He is the emperor of the highest rank, the destined true dragon son of heaven. How could God punish him for a mere mortal?

He pressed his solar plexus and ordered the chief eunuch, "Go and investigate. Make sure you find out these two things."

The eunuch received the order and left the hall.

The hall was quiet. The emperor stood in front of Xie Jingci, looking down at him condescendingly.

Xie Jingci's tendons in his hands and feet had already been severed, leaving him a disabled man, a dying prisoner.

The emperor squatted down and looked at Xie Jingci's face carefully with a smile.

It is this face that bears a vague resemblance to the late emperor.

The emperor had no choice but to be wary.

His expression turned stern, and he pulled out the Youlong dagger from his waist and slowly placed it against Xie Jingci's cheek.

"I didn't want to be so cruel to you," the emperor said with a smile, "but you really are..."

He paused for a long moment before uttering the words he was reluctant to say: "You are truly too flamboyant. I cannot help but be wary of you."

Having said that, the emperor smiled self-deprecatingly.

Xie Jingci opened his mouth to say something, but a mouthful of blood came up his throat and he choked and coughed repeatedly.

It is said that the fingers are connected to the heart. Even if the tendons of the hands and feet are cut, even the fingers are not spared.

When I cough, my ten fingers tremble and it hurts so much.

Is he flamboyant?

He broke into the enemy camp alone and took the head of the enemy leader, which had been under siege for three months.

He was a military genius who conquered the eighteen Turkic tribes and doubled the territory of Dasheng.

He endured the wind and snow outside the Great Wall for five years, and had no less than a hundred knife and sword wounds on his body.

It seems too ostentatious.

Xie Jingci raised his eyes and stared at the emperor's face stubbornly.

Now that he has returned to the capital, he thought that what awaited him was rewards and glory.

Unexpectedly, the dirty water of treason was thrown on him.

It is true that emperors have always been the most ruthless.

He no longer had the strength to speak and could only torture the emperor with his eyes.

The emperor looked as if he had seen something filthy.

The dagger suddenly tilted, and a long knife wound appeared on Xie Jingci's face.

Drops of blood rushed out and splashed all over the lower half of his face.

The hall was filled with the smell of blood. The emperor frowned and took out a handkerchief to wipe the dagger.

As he wiped it, he looked at Xie Jingci with cold eyes, but his tone was full of compassion: "Don't worry, although you have committed the serious crime of treason, I will spare your life in consideration of your contribution to suppressing the rebellion."

Xie Jingci had difficulty breathing, and loud, rough sounds kept coming out of his throat.

After hearing what the emperor said, he suddenly laughed.

After being tortured, his laughter was extremely unpleasant, unlike his usual cheerful and cheerful laughter.

"You have been rewarded for suppressing the rebellion, you have been rewarded for suppressing the rebellion..."

Xie Jingci's voice was hoarse as he repeated the words word by word.

It turned out that the kingdom he defended with his life actually belonged to this person.

It turns out that he was loyal to his emperor and his country, and the emperor he was loyal to was such a emperor.

Xie Jingci, ah Xie Jingci, you are such a god in the battlefield, but you still end up like this when you return to the capital.

Seeing his reaction, the emperor frowned, put away the dagger in displeasure, and subconsciously turned around and walked towards the dragon throne.

Suddenly paused.

The dragon throne is gone.

The emperor had to stop and said: "I want to give your Xie family a chance to live. Exile is the greatest mercy I can offer."

Xie Jingci stopped laughing, and his voice suddenly rose: "If you don't kill me now, you will definitely regret it."

The voice was hoarse and piercing. The emperor suddenly turned around and glared at Xie Jingci fiercely, with the corners of his mouth trembling.

He wanted to kill Xie Jingci.

But he had just ascended the throne, and in order to show his mercy, he could not kill him openly.

However, the road to exile is long, who can guarantee that Xie Jingci will not die on the road?

The emperor showed a cruel smile: "Don't worry, you won't live to see that day!"

The emperor's face twisted with laughter, and after a while he flicked his wide sleeves.

"Someone, lock Xie Jingci and the Xie family together!"

"In three days, exile!"

…

After Xie Jingci was dragged away, the emperor shook his sleeves and turned to leave the hall.

In the prison, the two groups were still deadlocked over the execution of Lu Wanyin.

Lu Wanyin was too lazy to pay attention to her. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she asked Xuan Qi to carry the old lady over as well.

Then, within the protective circle of the maids and servants, he took out a pot of spiritual spring water from the space in the ring.

Let the old lady and Liuying drink it.

The kettle was taken from the space by her. It was a thing from this era and did not arouse anyone's suspicion.

After the old lady drank the spiritual spring water, her chest tightness was instantly relieved and her mind gradually became clear.

She looked at the chaotic situation and felt a headache: "Stop arguing!"

The old lady had a high status in the Xie family. As soon as she spoke, the prison suddenly became quiet.

The old lady spoke slowly but with great authority: "She is Jingci's wife, the new daughter-in-law of my Xie family. How dare you pay attention to her."

Now Xie Jingci has committed the crime of treason, and the Xie family has been defeated.

Zhou had always been secretly dissatisfied with the old lady, and now she was even more eager to challenge the old lady's authority.

She tentatively said, "Mother, this woman is not the daughter-in-law of the Xie family at all. She is clearly the nemesis of the Xie family."

With her taking the lead, the rest of the people followed suit.

Xie Derui also refuted the old lady: "Before she married in, the Xie family had been safe and sound, and everything was going smoothly. How come she married in on the first day and the house was ransacked on the second day?"

"That's right, she was born into the Kshe family and must die."

The old lady was so angry that she clutched her chest, her breathing becoming heavier. She forced herself to curse, "You are a bunch of evil creatures!"

Lu Wanyin quickly supported the old lady, helped her calm down, and comforted her: "Grandma, let them talk, don't let yourself get hurt by anger."

The old lady scowled coldly and said, "How can I not be angry at having raised such a bunch of ungrateful wolves?"

“Crack!”

Just as everyone was arguing, the dungeon door suddenly opened.

Two imperial guards dragged Xie Jingci in.

Lu Wanyin approached the cell door and saw clearly that Xie Jingci was half-kneeling on the ground, being dragged by two guards.

He no longer had any use for his legs.

The whole person looked horrible and his body was covered with various marks of beating.

Even the handsome face that looked like Pan An had a knife scar with blood not yet dried, obviously it was just cut.

I have to say, although I already knew this scene would happen, Lu Wanyin still felt a little sad at this moment.

In her previous life, she and Xie Jingci had almost no chance to develop feelings for each other. They were not buried together until their death, so naturally there was no question of whether they liked each other or not.

But they were infatuated last night, and since he was her man, it was natural for her to feel sorry for him from the bottom of her heart.

The guard opened the cell door and threw Xie Jingci in like a dead dog.

They didn't stay long, locked the door and left.

When everyone in the Xie family saw Xie Jingci like this, they all felt hopeless.

Xie Jingci is the general of the current dynasty, and he has reached his current position through his martial arts.

But the tendons in his hands and feet were severed, leaving him like a cripple.

The emperor wants to kill him!

An atmosphere of despair enveloped the prison cell. Those present either had ulterior motives, plotting how to extricate themselves, or felt indignant for Xie Jingci.

"Jingci! My poor son!"

The old lady lost her balance and almost fell down.