She really has enough confidence; I just wonder if her father knows.
But if Yan Jingzhi really had any sense, she shouldn't have repeatedly used her father to provoke her at this time.
After all, if she were really beaten to death at this time, even out of respect for His Highness the Crown Prince, Yan Baihui could only say a few words to Yan Li.
Yan Li wasn't surprised to hear Yan Jingzhi's words. He picked up his teacup again and casually said:
"You should know that murdering the legitimate daughter is a serious crime."
“Even if your father intervenes, you won’t escape this beating according to the official laws.”
Yan Jingzhi clenched her fists, feeling extremely angry inside.
The one who planned to drown her was the original owner, not her. The original owner was just too stupid. If it were her, she wouldn't have made a move unless she could guarantee a fatal blow.
But that stupid original owner not only successfully pushed Yan Li into the water, but also stood on the shore watching triumphantly, and was even pulled down by her.
Unexpectedly, Yan Li was fine, but Yan Jingzhi, who couldn't swim, drowned herself, and then she arrived.
Now, things have gotten even worse, and she's been dragged into the criticism as well.
If only she had arrived a little earlier, she certainly wouldn't have given Yan Li the opportunity to make trouble for her.
Yan Li saw the regret in Yan Jingzhi's eyes, and couldn't help but sneer, saying:
“Last time you pushed me into the water, I pitied you for suffering and almost drowned yourself, so I didn’t pursue the matter. But today you drugged the Crown Prince…”
"What, do you want to drag the entire Prime Minister's residence down with you?"
As the crown prince, Wen Yichu was known for his eccentric behavior and tyranny.
In the thirty-third year of Yongde, when he was fifteen years old, a palace maid tried to get close to him and climb into his bed, but he cut off her hands and threw her into a brothel.
In the same year, there was another official's wife who did not believe in superstitions. She thought she was so beautiful that she would surely win Wen Yichu's heart and ask him to marry her, but she was turned away.
Her father, who was an official in the family, was demoted and left Chong'an due to his lax family discipline, and went to Yuanhua, a remote county, to serve as magistrate.
At this point, the daughter of an official's wife stopped thinking about Wen Yichu and began trying to befriend other princes.
In the thirty-fifth year of Yongde, when Wen Yichu was seventeen years old, he publicly beheaded a senior official of the third rank without the approval of the Censorate, on charges of embezzlement. Blood splattered everywhere, and no one dared to step forward to beg for his life.
Before his death, this old court official had intended to give his granddaughter to Wen Yichu as an apology, hoping that Wen Yichu would spare his life.
He thought that at most he wouldn't be able to become an official, and that he could retire to his hometown and enjoy his old age. He never imagined that he would die in that palace.
Yan Jingzhi: What a huge pot!
How could those women compare to her? She was the chosen one; they were just pitiful cannon fodder, used to highlight her uniqueness.
Yan Jingzhi raised her eyes, wanting to defend herself in order to avoid being beaten today, but she was stunned by Yan Li's cold gaze.
She had seen that same look in Wen Yichu's eyes not long ago.
It was murderous intent.
They actually wanted to kill her?
Yan Jingzhi opened her mouth as if to say something, but Yan Li had already lost patience to listen.
She didn't want to waste all her time here.
Yan Li glanced at the old woman beside her, who immediately understood and took out a rag, stuffing it directly into Yan Jingzhi's mouth.
Yan Jingzhi's pupils contracted slightly. Before she could spit out the cloth from her mouth, one board after another fell and hit her buttocks.
The wooden cane used for execution seemed to be studded with extremely fine iron nails. With each strike, the skin and flesh felt as if they were about to explode, causing unbearable pain.
After a few moments, a faint smell of blood could be smelled, and Yan Jingzhi's trousers were already covered in her own blood.
Those who carried out the torture were skilled; even though blood had seeped out, Yan Jingzhi's clothes remained completely intact.
After about twenty more blows, they finally called a stop, but Yan Jingzhi's injuries were already too bad to look at.
Yan Jingzhi, who was barely holding on by sheer willpower, was in so much pain that she almost ground her teeth to powder, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes as she looked at Yan Li.
The servant, having just received the cane, wiped the cold sweat from his brow and couldn't help but sigh:
This money is really hard to earn. If you beat him to death, you're afraid the owner will cause trouble for him. If you beat him lightly, you're afraid the young lady will think he's too weak to fire him.
The cloth was removed from Yan Jingzhi's mouth, and at that moment she spat out a mouthful of saliva:
"Yan Li, don't forget, I am still the Second Prince's concubine. Have you thought about the consequences of hitting me like this today?"
Yan Li stood up, glanced at Yan Jingzhi, and said, "Do I need to care?"
"Second sister, you've probably lost your mind. You're not married to the Second Prince yet. Tell me, if the Second Prince finds out what you did today, is there still any chance of your marriage?"
After saying this, Yan Li glanced at Yan Jingzhi with a half-smile, then headed towards her Shuiyun Residence, with Huixiang following closely behind, taking a group of maids with her.
The servant boy naturally stayed behind, as Yan Li had instructed, to continue guarding the courtyard and prevent any further trouble from the people inside.
The remaining old women weren't idle either; after untying the ropes binding Yan Jingzhi, they quickly carried her back into the house.
Yan Jingzhi originally wanted to refuse, feeling that she would lose face if she were carried back, but those old women were too fast.
Before she could even react, they had already hoisted her up.
The moment she landed on the bed, Yan Jingzhi instinctively tried to turn over, but the movement aggravated the wound on her buttocks, causing her to cry out in pain.
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