Only after Shen Yong gave the order did Magistrate Deng stop kicking Deng Hao.
At this time, Magistrate Deng was already sweating profusely. Beating people is also a physical job.
Deng Hao is a fat guy, and it's really tiring to fight him.
Governor Deng knelt down immediately.
"Your Highness, please calm down. I failed to discipline my nephew properly, causing him to offend you and commit a serious offense. I will punish him severely. I beg Your Highness to give me a chance to make amends."
Magistrate Deng no longer dared to call him a rebellious son, as he did not have such a son.
But the Deng family only has Deng Hao as a descendant, and he must protect this rebellious son.
Otherwise he would have no face to face his ancestors.
When he returns, he must let Deng Hao have children as soon as possible. Once the Deng family has descendants, he won't care whether Deng Hao is dead or alive.
"I am willing to do my utmost to serve Your Majesty and make amends for my nephew's misdeeds."
"The Ma family's heirloom has long been intended to be presented to the prince, but I have never found the opportunity."
Magistrate Deng knelt in front of Shen Yong with a pleading look on his face.
He hoped that King Qianhuang would show leniency to them in consideration of his recent hard work.
He had witnessed Zhong Erfei being disrespectful to Chen Yong and was strangled to death.
He also knew that if he had not been working under King Qianhuang, Deng Hao would probably have been a corpse by now.
Thousands of people in the army witnessed King Qianhuang's ruthless killing, so the soldiers in the barracks listened to Chen Yong's words so much.
Whoever has the stronger fist will be obeyed. This is very common in the military.
Mrs. Deng looked at Deng Hao, who was shaking so badly, and tears of heartache fell from her eyes.
Fortunately, she finally heard her brother-in-law's plea, otherwise she really would not be able to help but pounce on him.
Looking at her son's swollen hand, Mrs. Deng felt a pang of pain in her heart.
Deng Hao was in so much pain that he was completely confused.
He cried with snot and tears on his face,
"Your Majesty---Ah, please forgive me, wuwu..."
"I won't dare to do it again, ah ah..."
“…”
Deng Hao endured the severe pain all over his body and kowtowed repeatedly begging for mercy.
Compared to the pain in his body, he was more afraid that King Qianhuang would strangle him to death.
He doesn't want to die.
Master Deng also took the opportunity to beg for mercy.
"Your Highness, this rebellious son has committed such a heinous crime and is worthy of death. I will strictly discipline him and will never let such a thing happen again..."
"Please, Your Majesty, give me a chance to make amends... wuwu..."
"Please forgive me, Your Highness..." Madam Deng moved to Deng Hao's side, supported Deng Hao's fat arm, and begged crying.
Madam Deng even lifted up Deng Hao's swollen and deformed finger, hoping that King Qianhuang would spare them considering that her son's finger was so seriously injured.
Mrs. Deng looked at Deng Hao's severely deformed hand and felt so heartbroken that she had difficulty breathing.
When had her son ever suffered such hardship?
It's common to fight over women in brothels. Is it necessary to be so cruel?
Mrs. Deng secretly hated all the prostitutes in Zuijinlou.
Once this matter is settled, she will find the madam to settle the score. Knowing that the noble man was in Zuijinlou, why didn't she stop her son?
And... whichever girl King Qianhuang ordered tonight, she would go back and redeem her and send her to King Qianhuang.
Her son suffered so much for a mere prostitute. How could she let go of the prostitute who made her son want to compete with her?
The prostitute that her son fights for is most likely an oiran.
Then she gave the courtesan to King Qianhuang. There were six ladies and an old lady living in the prefectural yamen. The life of this courtesan would not be easy if she entered the prefectural yamen.
Just as Mrs. Deng was thinking about this, Shen Yong spoke calmly.
"Your nephew is so rude, I shouldn't let him off so easily."
It was obvious that Deng Hao had done this kind of bullying many times.
It just so happened that he couldn't find an excuse to target those wealthy businessmen and powerful families, and this thing was delivered to his doorstep.
This time, he was just killing the chicken to scare the monkey.
When Governor Deng heard the words "should not have been asked", he immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I am willing to take full responsibility. This rebellious nephew is young and ignorant. I beg Your Majesty to spare his life for your sake."
It is necessary to admit mistakes and do so with a good attitude, so that King Qianhuang will feel comfortable and the punishment will naturally not be particularly severe.
Magistrate Deng only asked King Qianhuang to spare Deng Hao's life so that the Deng family would have a successor.
Shen Yong's eyes swept across the faces of Deng Hao's family of three and landed on Governor Deng.
"Since you have served me for so many days, I will spare his life, but I must punish him severely to serve as a warning to others."
Having saved Deng Hao's life, Governor Deng felt relieved.
"Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness. I will discipline him strictly and will never let him cause trouble again."
Chen Yong looked at Deng Hao indifferently.
"Deng Hao, for your outrageous words and deeds, shall be punished with thirty strokes of the cane. Every day at noon, you shall go to the gate of the prefectural yamen, carry a thorny stick on your back and plead guilty, and kneel for an hour as a punishment."
As he spoke, Shen Yong walked around the table and paused slightly when he passed by Governor Deng.
"You must discipline your family and not make similar mistakes again."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Yong had already left the room.
Prefect Deng quickly knelt and kowtowed, "I obey your command and will definitely remember your teachings."
The moment Mr. Deng and his wife saw Shen Yong stand up, they were so frightened that they nodded their heads to the ground and didn't dare to breathe.
“Get up…”
Magistrate Deng waited until the footsteps faded away before he stood up tremblingly.
He looked at his elder brother and sister-in-law who were still kneeling with their heads bowed to the ground, and shouted tiredly.
"Let's go...let's go!?" Madam Deng raised her head with a pale, plump face and looked around cautiously.
Seeing that there was no one else in the room except the four of them, she sat down on the ground and sighed helplessly,
"Oh my god, I was scared to death..."
"Mom, wuwu...it hurts..." Deng Hao's face was swollen like a pig. He held his right wrist with his left hand and raised his deformed fat hand.
"My Hao'er~" Mrs. Deng took a look and hugged Deng Hao's fat body with heartache, crying loudly.
“Ahhhhh, it hurts, it hurts…”
When Mrs. Deng hugged him, Deng Hao's face suddenly twisted in pain.
He was in pain all over now, so much so that he didn't know where to protect himself.
Madam Deng was so frightened that she quickly let go of her hand and shouted to the yamen runners guarding the door,
"Come quickly, someone, go get a doctor."
Seeing her son trembling all over, Mrs. Deng was so anxious that she didn't know where to put her hands.
Her son, how many injuries did he suffer?
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