Chapter 217 Preferential Treatment

A Yu's appearance was prepared as best as possible, and Bei Jingchu asked Xin'er to see her mother off.

The little girl changed into mourning clothes and paid homage to her mother's tombstone.

After her, Bei Jingchu also lifted up her skirt and kowtowed seriously.

Before returning, Xin'er apologized to her: "Your Highness, please forgive me. I was ignorant before and offended you."

Xin'er looked very scared. Knowing Bei Jingchu's identity, she was afraid that she would cause trouble for her.

I finally realized what stupid things I had done before.

Why did my mother protect her?

A'niang was paving the way for her, but she no longer has a mother.

Bei Jingchu certainly wouldn't bother with her.

Especially Ah Yu’s spirit is in heaven.

She did remember someone and sent someone to ask Lei Ning for questioning.

"On the night Dezhou was captured, County Magistrate Ma abandoned the city and fled."

“I want to ask, how did he deal with it?”

Lei Ning bowed his head and replied, "Your Highness, His Majesty has ordered that any official who abandons the city will be torn into pieces by five horses."

"When I arrived, his body had already been cut into pieces."

Bei Jingchu curled her lips and smiled, "Okay."

Now that the secret weapon has been used, we must naturally take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness and strike with one strike.

The army remained in Texas and continued to advance towards Tunning's territory.

Lei Ning assigned an army to escort Bei Jingchu and his party back to Beijing.

And the captives from Tu Ning were also escorted back.

The carriages and horses were rushing back with great momentum.

Bei Jingchu and his companions sat in their respective carriages, but the captives did not receive such good treatment.

The prison van is ventilated on all sides.

This was the time when the snow was melting and the winter was just coming to an end. The biting cold of late spring was even colder than at other times of winter.

In order to prevent them from freezing to death, thick thermal insulation curtains were laid around the prison van.

But after they set off, Bei Jingchu ordered the curtains to be removed, and they were not even allowed to sit in the prison van.

They were all like exiled prisoners, with their hands and feet tied and led by a rope, walking in the team.

As for whether he died of exhaustion or frozen to death on the road, he deserved it.

Those who ordered the massacre were frozen to death, which was a light punishment.

On the way, someone really couldn't stand it anymore and started making trouble.

A young man came to ask Bei Jingchu how to deal with it.

She got off the carriage and took a soldier who could speak Tunis to see it.

The one who caused the trouble was the general who had been chasing Bei Jingchu that day.

There was a man leaning on his shoulder.

Even though his hands were tied, he adjusted his posture and protected the boy who was leaning on his shoulder.

Seeing Bei Jingchu coming, he pleaded in his unskilled Vietnamese dialect: "Princess, my brother is sick."

"Let him rest."

Bei Jingchu didn't feel any sympathy at all. The miserable appearance in front of her only made her feel happy.

She said, "No way."

"Either go or die."

"Being sick is nothing. Death is the best."

The general became anxious and subconsciously used the language of Tunning.

The soldier beside Bei Jingchu translated: "The Vietnamese Dynasty has always claimed to be magnanimous and generous, and has always treated prisoners well."

After hearing this, her voice became mocking: "So you dare to invade recklessly, and think you don't have to pay a price if you get caught?"

"I'm telling you, I'm not a magnanimous person. You don't deserve to live a comfortable life as long as you're under my command."

General Tu Ning tried to break free from the rope, but it was tied so tightly that there was no possibility of escape.

Like a dying fish on the shore, making its last struggle.

As helpless as the people being slaughtered.

He could only use his native language to roar in anger: "Even if it's useful for you to torture us now, you can't let all of us die on the road!"

"When we arrive in Vietnam, we will be imprisoned, but we will be treated to delicious food and drink like our predecessors who were captured, showing the demeanor of a great country."

"You have no right to abuse us!"

Bei Jingchu pulled out the knife from the soldier next to him and poked a hole in his body.

The general's voice stopped.

Bei Jingchu handed the knife back and said, "I told you, either leave or die."

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me now."

"If you make trouble again, I'll kill you~"

Seeing that everyone was quiet, she said contemptuously: "It's boring. You thought you were so strong."

When she walked back, she passed by Lei Nian'er's car. She opened the curtain and asked Bei Jingchu, "Your Highness, can you come up and sit for a while?"

Bei Jingchu got in the car, and Lei Nian'er and Xin'er were both accommodated in the car.

After getting on, the car door closed and the team started again.

Lei Nian'er thought: "Dai Yue has always had a tradition of treating prisoners of war with kindness, to show the generosity of Dai Yue."

"Although I don't quite understand why we should show such magnanimity, nor do I understand why we should favor our enemies who invaded us."

"But Your Highness openly punished them. Will His Majesty blame you when you return?"

"Will those officials criticize Your Highness and say that you are not kind enough?"

Xin'er, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, "So, my mother deserves to die?"

"If they kill their enemies and are caught by us, they won't be punished?"

“I even felt like it wasn’t enough.”

Lei Nian'er was speechless.

Of course not, it’s just that in the capital, justice and reason are never considered.

It is a political comparison, a comparison of superiority and inferiority.

This was something she couldn't understand even when she was seven years old.

But saying all this to a child who lost his mother in the massacre was too inhumane.

Fortunately, Bei Jingchu understood what she meant, but she didn't care: "If they are afraid of the mouths of those fools and the blame from Aye, I will let them have it easy."

“Then I’ll feel really bad.”

"Nian'er, I am now rational enough, otherwise I would have lynched them all and shaved them one by one."

"After we return to Beijing, we'll let them know if they have any objections."

"At least in this team, I'm the one making the decisions."

There was no way she could make it easy for them.

Sure enough, on the way, the sick boy and some other captives who did not hold on died.

When they asked Bei Jingchu how to deal with the situation, she sat in the carriage without even raising her eyelids. She only said, "Stab the fatal parts of the body once, and when the body is confirmed dead, take it out and dig a grave to bury it."

If Bei Jingchu wasn't afraid that the corpses would breed viruses and infect nearby residents, he would have been too lazy to let them bury them.

As they got closer and closer to the capital, even the captured generals were looking forward to entering the capital as soon as possible.

I thought I could take a break once I got to the capital, and not be tortured by this ignorant kid.

She could even be charged with mistreating prisoners.

When they arrived in the suburbs of Beijing, Bei Jingchu asked Lei Nian'er to go home first.

"Since you have a disability, you don't have to go with me to the palace."

"Mrs. Lei must be worried about you, Nian'er, go home and be with your mother."

Lei Nian'er naturally would not refuse.

When the princess was in danger, she stayed by her side. When the news reached the capital, she didn't know how frightened her mother was.