Perhaps driven by the instinct for survival, the palace maid broke free from her captors, rushed out, and knelt on the floor.

He kept kowtowing to Wen Changle, begging for mercy, even when his forehead bled.

As she watched the crimson blood leave its mark on the exquisite carpet, Wen Changle's charming face...

The anger in her beautiful eyes intensified as she glared at the palace maids and eunuchs still standing there and angrily rebuked them.

"Why aren't you taking him out yet?!"

The palace maids and eunuchs dared not delay any longer and immediately dragged the kneeling maid away.

Soon, the desperate cries of palace maids could be heard outside, along with the sound of sticks striking flesh.

Each sound sent chills down one's spine, and the fear of death surged to one's head.

Inside the hall,

Wen Changle sat upright in a pear wood chair, her rosy fingers gently overturning the teacup that the palace servants had brought back.

As if appreciating beautiful music, he listened to the desperate cries of the palace maids outside the palace, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

Soon, the palace maid's desperate cries stopped, and the sound of the sticks hitting her also stopped.

Wen Changle slightly raised her beautiful eyes and looked at the palace maids who were wiping and tidying up the floor.

Seeing that the palace maids all trembled slightly, she withdrew her beautiful eyes and raised her hand to sip the tea in her teacup.

Her beautiful eyes, with their eyelashes slightly lowered, only intensified the resentment and hatred within.

He didn't die, so he really has a worthless life. He's incredibly lucky. No rush, there will always be another time. Right now, it's more important to clean up the mess.

**

Yongqing Palace

Let's rewind to after the little girl started crying.

Helian Mousisi, still shaken from the shock, refused to loosen her grip on Helian Nie's clothes, even after she had finished sobbing.

The little one, like a koala, clung to Helian Nie and refused to get down.

It's one thing to be afraid, but the main thing is that Sisi is afraid that if she leaves her baby's embrace, her baby will kill everyone in Yongqing Palace.

This person is not exaggerating at all. Look at his son's handsome face, it's so dark and gloomy. And look at the people kneeling below.

Sisi felt a little sorry for them. They had been kneeling when she started crying, but now that she had stopped crying, they were still kneeling.

Helian Mousi glanced furtively at his son, whose face was pale, swallowed hard, and hesitated for a moment.

Finally, with a determined bite of her teeth, Xiao Mi extended a tiny, chubby little hand, revealing her little finger.

She gently poked Helian Nie's arm and spoke softly in a sweet, gentle voice.

"Father, Father Emperor."

Helian Nie sat languidly in a pearwood chair, one hand resting on his beautifully contoured chin, his eyes closed in repose.

At this moment, hearing the little girl's voice, still tinged with a sob, her soft, sweet baby voice, her narrow, almond-shaped eyes opened...

The light fell on the little girl's tear-streaked face. He raised an eyebrow, picked up a damp handkerchief, and gently wiped her tears.

"What, you've come to your senses? You want them all to die? Fine."

As palace servants of Yongqing Palace, whether they were involved in the matter or not, they almost caused their master to drink a poisonous calming soup. For this alone, they would not hesitate to die several times.

If it weren't for that ugly thing just now, stubbornly staring at me with those tear-filled, watery eyes, preventing me from executing all of them,

There's no place for this group of people right now; they're just getting in the way of us and that ugly thing.