What exactly did he mean...?
I can't guess.
Just ask.
"Qin Yi, what do you want from Yan Bo?" She tried to keep her tone as calm as possible.
Qin Yi... ignored her.
The cracking of the whip never stopped.
Nanqian Yue was anxious and restless, and she clung to Qin Yi's arm, shaking it repeatedly.
No matter how much she shook him, Qin Yi remained unmoved.
The woman in green standing nearby kindly reminded him, "He can live as long as he confesses to having those spies."
Nanqianyue chuckled coldly, "So you brought me here so I could persuade Uncle Yan to confess? Why don't you just tie me up and force Uncle Yan to confess!"
The woman in green choked: How could Miss Nan think so badly of the Prince?
Qin Yi's face was extremely ugly, but he still didn't say anything, just coldly stared at Yan Bo being whipped.
Nanqianyue shook off his arm, but bumped into something hard on his lower back.
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes, and then she grabbed his arm again, her real purpose being to pull out the dagger from his waist.
Bang—
The dagger was drawn, and she held it against Qin Yi's neck. "Make him stop, or I...I'll cut you once! No! Two times! Uh, four times!"
The guard wielding the whip turned around in astonishment, his hand holding the whip frozen in mid-air. Was he still going to strike?
Qin Yi turned his head expressionlessly, his eyelids slightly lowered, his gaze falling on her trembling hands.
He said, "What are you shaking for? Hold it steady."
After saying that, he turned his gaze back to Uncle Yan, and said, "Hit him."
The guard nodded blankly, and the whip fell again, just as Deputy General Qing had instructed beforehand, to cause some superficial wounds, not to damage the root of the problem.
The woman in green looked at the dagger at the prince's neck, overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
Miss Nan really knows nothing about punishment. A few lashes were just for show. If she were to be actually punished in front of her, the scene would probably be... quite a mess.
The neglected southward migration month is a bit bewildering.
No way, she's really that harmless? They've got a knife to her throat!
Nan Qianyue glared fiercely at Qin Yi. After a moment of stalemate, she suddenly withdrew the dagger and held it to her own neck.
Before she could finish her threat, Qin Yi raised his hand to stop the guards from whipping her, and at the same time extended his other hand to Nan Qianyue.
Give me the dagger.
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