The officials: "..." They never really wanted to die, okay?
"Your Highness, I confess my guilt."
"Your subject also confesses his guilt."
Duke Zhenguo: "..."
"Uncle, what about you?"
Mo Yan glanced indifferently at the Duke of Zhenguo, who was pretending to be dead on the ground.
"What can you do to me?" The Duke of Zhenguo dropped the pretense and directly took out his pardon. "Don't forget, the late emperor gave me a pardon. You can make me confess, but you can't kill me."
The emperor frowned. Yes, this was indeed a very important question. His father had given him a pardon from death years ago.
"It's okay, I won't kill you. I'll cripple you and make you unconscious forever. As long as you're not dead, that's fine."
Mo Yan said, "This is very simple, there's absolutely no problem."
The officials: "..." A princess is a princess, they should confess their crimes quickly.
Duke Zhenguo: "..."
"Back then, the Duke of Zhenguo hunted me down. Now, I'm retaliating in kind. Do you all see anything wrong with that?"
The officials: "..." How should we respond?
Before they could answer, many more people came in.
One by one, they knelt down, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
The officials were bewildered: "???" There really is someone to replace them!
"You didn't lose your memory at all?"
Marquis Yongle could no longer contain himself and stepped forward. Mo Yan kicked him, sending him sprawling to the ground, and lashed out with her whip, saying, "Did this princess give you permission to speak?"
Marquis Yongle gasped in pain, making it impossible to tell whether Mo Yan had regained her memories or not, or even if she remembered him at all.
"I..." He had just opened his mouth when another lash came down. "I didn't tell you to speak, so shut up. Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon."
Mo Yan looked at the Duke of Zhenguo again, "The Duke of Zhenguo has committed so many evil deeds. Your Majesty, you must punish him severely as soon as possible. Making him unconscious is the best option. What do you think?"
"The princess is right, it is approved."
Duke Zhenguo: "..."
"I still need the army. If you attack me, aren't you afraid my son will rebel? Aren't you afraid the eldest prince will rebel?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan felt that what the Duke of Zhenguo said made a lot of sense. "What you said makes a lot of sense. It's not good that your sons and daughters aren't here. I want your family to be reunited."
"Bring up all of the Duke of Zhenguo's family so they can be reunited."
Soon, five or six sons and more than a dozen daughters of the Duke of Zhenguo appeared.
That explains why people in ancient times had so many children. They would get married and start having children at thirteen or fourteen, and they didn't just have one wife; they also had a whole bunch of concubines. They could easily have more than a dozen children in one lifetime.
Seeing the Duke of Zhenguo thrown to the ground, they rushed over and glared fiercely at Mo Yan.
"Princess, what are you doing? My father is your uncle."
"You want to claim kinship? Your elder brother, the Duke of Zhenguo, is trying to curry favor. That's an even bigger crime. Confiscate his property."
And what's wrong with those people from the Dali Temple? Why haven't they brought my 365 sets of tools yet?
The emperor suddenly became curious, "Sister, what is that?"
"There are 365 ways to die. I've been thinking that a lot of adults have wanted to bang their heads against pillars these past few years, which isn't good."
Officials: "??"
"Wood won't kill you from hitting it, so I've prepared an iron pillar, and this white silk ribbon with needles inside. For wrist-cutting suicide, I'll have someone teach me how to find the major artery for free..."
emperor:"……"
Officials: "..."
The emperor felt that from now on no one would try to force him to commit suicide again; his imperial sister was truly outstanding.
After finishing her sentence, Mo Yan continued to beat the Duke of Zhenguo, talking as she did so.
"Uncle, I trusted you so much, but you betrayed my trust."
"Snap!" A whip cracks.
"You are the Duke of Zhenguo, you should be bringing benefits to the people, but instead you are lining your own pockets, you deserve to be beaten!"
*Crack!* A whip lashed out.
"You treat human life like dirt, forcibly abducting women; you deserve to be beaten!"
*Crack!* A whip lashed out.
"You conspired with the First Prince to rebel. Your property will be confiscated and your clan exterminated."
The Duke of Zhenguo was knocked unconscious and never woke up again.
After dealing with the Duke of Zhenguo, Mo Yan looked at the others, who were kneeling on the ground, trembling.
"How did you say you would confess?"
Mo Yan clapped her hands, and soon someone brought up a lot of tools. "Alright, take your things to the market and tell everyone about your crimes. Then we can talk about the next step, okay?"
Officials: "..."
Mo Yan's moves were swift, accurate, and ruthless, just like back then.
Those officials were all willing to confess their crimes.
The court officials underwent a thorough purge, and everyone then realized that without those people, there was no real impact.
It turns out the emperor wasn't a fool; it turns out the princess had been strategizing all these years.
Half a month later, a general amnesty was granted.
Tax exemption for three years.
The eldest prince and Kang Tinglan were brought back and immediately locked in a small dark room, a truly dark room.
There was no sound and no light in the small room.
They could only hear their own heartbeats.
Unaware of the passage of time, how much time had passed, and the future, they broke down.
But this is only the beginning.
The emperor even went over and personally beat up the eldest prince.
"You piece of trash, you actually want to follow someone else? You might as well follow your grandfather, at least you were the emperor."
You're going to be my lackey.
"You give me a city, and I'll beat you to a pulp today!"
He didn't want to do it himself, but his sister insisted.
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