Chapter 66 Puppet Girl vs Magician (2)
"Beautiful princess, haven't you rested yet?" The young magician Jian calculated the time and appeared in front of her.
Looking at the man who appeared like a ghost in front of her, the princess immediately shouted at him, "Who are you? Why are you here?" What
she hated most was being disturbed when she was alone.
"Princess," Jian knelt down, "I am a magician who performed to celebrate the king's birthday."
He believed that everyone in the palace should have heard of his name.
But the princess was an exception. She didn't like those pleasures since she was a child, and she was even less interested in magic.
"Still staying in the garden late at night, I'm afraid you have ulterior motives!" The princess snorted coldly, her eyes kept scanning him, "In this harem, except me, no one has the right to travel at night."
"Got it, I'll go back now." Because of her high and mighty, the magician was a little angry, but he also knew that he was a commoner and had no right to challenge the princess.
Later, later...
"Don't get out!" The princess didn't give him a good face.
Compared to the gentle puppet girl, the princess had a bad temper, and the magician complained bitterly.
But his desire to be superior overcame his pitiful self-esteem.
He still lingered by the princess' side.
"Get out of here, don't disturb my solitude." The sharp princess saw his intention at a glance.
Over the years, there have been many men around her. But these men only came for their status, and no one really understood what flowers she liked and what kind of living habits she had.
At the beginning, she still maintained the dignity of a princess and pretended to be nice to these men. But the older she got, the more she hated such things, and she always solved them with violence and bad temper.
Year after year, the reputation of being difficult to get along with and even "hating men" spread in the palace. But because of the face of the royal family, the king kept these palace people silent.
"Princess, you are so noble and generous, why are you angry with me, a commoner."
The magician thought, since he couldn't leave a good impression, he would leave a deep impression.
There must be very few people in the palace who dare to disobey the princess's orders, and he must be remembered by her for being an outlier. Moreover, because he was the finale of the king's birthday banquet, the princess did not dare to punish him severely.
His idea was indeed good, but the princess was not easy to mess with. She directly called out the guards and threw the magician into the prison.
"Princess, I still have to perform the finale of the king's birthday. Without me, who will perform for the king!..." The magician's voice resounded throughout the garden.
The princess completely ignored him and stared coldly at the roses she planted with her own hands.
King? She sneered.
Since she came of age, she has never considered the king's opinion. He is just a little magician, and he dared to contradict her in person. He is simply courting death.
When the prime minister received the news and rushed to the prison, it was already the next morning.
The magician was hung on a high rope, covered with bruises and dying.
"Who told you to hit him so hard?!" The prime minister was furious. "Put him down quickly. He's injured. Who of you will perform for him?"
"Save...save me..." The magician burst into tears when he saw the prime minister.
God knows how much torture he has suffered here. These people don't treat him as a human being at all. Compared with these real pains, he felt that the cold treatment and contempt he had suffered in his youth were not a big deal.
Of course, this is the palace, where the most noble people live, and the punishment is naturally the heaviest. The instruments used to whip him are all equipped with barbs and stingers. The moment they come into contact with his skin, they will be tightly buckled into his flesh. The pain will increase with the passage of time, making his life worse than death.
Unfortunately, these scars will not leave any traces after they heal, but the fear of this pain will penetrate into the bone marrow, and every time you think of it, it feels like being tortured again.
"Prime Minister, this is the palace." The leader of the guards reminded him coldly.
The prime minister was too angry and forgot that all the guards in the palace were under the command of the princess.
That was a person who was not easy to mess with.
"Where is the princess?" As the prime minister of this kingdom, how could he lose his status? He deliberately pulled his robe and pretended to be upright.
"The princess is still resting." The chief of the imperial guards was trained by the princess herself. He only obeyed the princess and showed no respect to the prime minister except for being polite.
The prime minister knew that the chief of the imperial guards did not take him seriously, but he still had to ask, "This is the magician who performed for the king's birthday. It is very important for the king's birthday. The king's birthday is coming soon. Even if he offended the princess, he should wait until he finishes the performance."
"Please ask the prime minister to ask the princess first." The chief of the imperial guards was not moved.
The prime minister was very angry with his attitude and said angrily, "Then I will stay here to guard him!"
The magician had been tortured by them to the point of only having one breath left. If he died, the birthday party he prepared for the king would be ruined.
He thought that if he was here, these imperial guards would at least not beat the magician again. When the king got up, he would just report to the king and rescue the magician.
"Prime Minister, please do as you please." The leader of the imperial guards took the initiative to step aside and make room for him.
The magician's eyes were full of gratitude to the prime minister.
Sure enough, because of the prime minister's arrival, the magician was not beaten again.
This dungeon is already gloomy, and with the accumulated evil spirits of the dead, even people with excellent physical fitness can't survive for a few days. Not to mention someone as pampered as the prime minister. In just half an hour, he wanted to leave.
"Ahem," he kept patting his chest to attract other people's attention.
"What's wrong with the prime minister?" The leader of the imperial guards knew that he couldn't hold on for long, so he pretended to ask.
"It's too humid here, and I have pharyngitis." The prime minister covered his neck, obviously looking uncomfortable.
"Since you are not feeling well, Prime Minister, go back and have a rest." The leader of the imperial guards made a "please" gesture.
As expected, the Prime Minister took advantage of his steps and left swiftly.
The leader of the imperial guards took the initiative to pick up the whip. This time, he was going to personally loosen up the muscles of this ignorant magician.
"Reinforcements? A villain like the Prime Minister can't even protect himself." He whipped the magician hard, and the slightly coagulated wound of the magician bled again.
As he was dying, the magician half-closed his eyes and stared straight at the place where the Prime Minister had sat before, his eyes full of hatred.
(End of this chapter)
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