Chapter 68 First Slap in the Mouth (Fifty)
Wen Heyun's face turned pale, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.
He clearly hadn't expected Yan Cang to suddenly appear, and even less expected Chu Yunjin to shout out the very words he had used to curse him.
His blood seemed to have stopped flowing, and he couldn't utter a single word.
"Qingchuan," Yan Cang said coldly, "anyone who insults the Princess will be slapped fifty times."
"yes!"
Qingchuan walked over, raised his foot and kicked Wen Heyun to his knees. Before the other man could even cry out in pain, Qingchuan's slap landed on his face.
Clap clap! Clap clap! Clap clap!
The sound was rhythmic and crisp, with a piercing, sharp edge that sent chills down one's spine.
Wen Heyun was so badly beaten that he saw stars.
"Your Highness, Prince Yan," Wen Shiyu said hurriedly, his expression anxious and fearful, "Your Highness, my cousin did not insult the Princess—"
“He insulted me.” Chu Yunjin frowned and emphasized the facts very seriously. “When he bowed to me, he called me a slut who sleeps with anyone and said that sooner or later I would learn his ways.”
Wen Shiyu gritted his teeth, his face turning pale and then red.
Yan Cang raised his hand, and a guard behind him stepped forward to await his orders.
"Summon the Ming King here," Yan Cang said indifferently. "No matter what he's doing right now, tell him to come over immediately."
"Yes." The guard accepted the order and left.
The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the continuous sound of slaps echoing in his ears, accompanied by Wen Heyun's screams that were suppressed in his throat after being slapped.
Qingchuan was a martial artist, and when he slapped someone, the force was no less than that of a board hitting their face.
After only ten blows, Wen Heyun's face visibly swelled up, his mouth cracked, and blood spread.
"Your Highness, Prince Yan." The Imperial Son-in-Law Wen rushed over, his usually gentle face showing a rare hint of panic and unease. "Please, Your Highness, show mercy! He Yun…"
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Chu Yunjin, frowning as if to plead, "Your Highness..."
Chu Yunjin didn't speak, but just looked at Wen Heyun with resentment.
She found it hard to believe that the eldest son of the Prime Minister's family could be such a tasteless person, cursing her in a low voice in front of her, thinking that since no one else could hear, she would swallow her anger and suffer in silence.
She wouldn't let herself suffer in silence.
Chu Yunjin looked up at Wen Fuma and said earnestly, "Uncle, this matter has nothing to do with you. Yan Cang will not hold a grudge against you and Aunt. Wen Heyun just insulted me, calling me a shameless woman who sleeps with anyone. This is an insult to superiors. Your Highness is just teaching him a lesson."
Prince Consort Wen's expression changed, and he looked at Wen Shiyu: "Did your cousin really insult the Princess?"
Wen Shiyu avoided eye contact, her gaze darting away: "I...I didn't hear..."
Two guards brought over a chair.
Yan Cang slowly lifted his robe and sat down, his expression cold and stern, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Chu Yunjin stood beside him, knowing that he was already in a bad mood, and it was good for him to vent.
When Wen, the imperial son-in-law, saw Yan Cang's posture, he knew something was wrong.
I'm afraid things won't end well today.
He could only plead in a low voice, "He Yun is ignorant, please be magnanimous, Your Highness, and don't hold it against him—"
"I am a magnanimous person?" Chu Yunjin frowned. "Does Prince Consort Wen think that's an appropriate statement?"
Prince Consort Wen's face flushed red: "I..."
“Your nephew came here today specifically for me,” she said bluntly. “He is a man, and I am a woman. If judged by gender, he is a bully, despicable, and shameless; if judged by status, he is the son of a minister, and I am a princess. His public insults to me are an act of insubordination. Yan Cang only punished him with fifty slaps, which is too lenient for him. Logically speaking, even execution would not be excessive.”
Prince Consort Wen choked, speechless.
"Instead of disciplining his nephew, Prince Consort Wen tells me not to bother with him," Chu Yunjin sneered. "Is this Prince Consort Wen's elegant demeanor?"
The Prince Consort Wen looked disheveled: "It's my fault."
Seeing his father so submissive and speechless after being rebuked by a junior like Chu Yunjin, Wen Shiyu could only grit his teeth in anger.
The sound of slaps echoed continuously in my ears.
Looking again at Wen Heyun's face, which was swollen and congested with blood, with blood constantly seeping from the corners of his mouth, and muffled groans of pain, one could see that he was groaning in pain.
Wen Shiyu truly hated Chu Yunjin to the core.
After Qingchuan finished slapping Yan Cang fifty times, he shook his sore and burning hands, snorted coldly, and retreated behind Yan Cang.
Wen Heyun's face was swollen like a pig's head.
He coughed painfully, his head bowed, and two teeth came out along with blood. His face was swollen and bluish-purple, a truly pitiful sight.
Chu Yunjin felt disgusted and turned her gaze away, not wanting to see such a filthy and disgusting person.
Yan Cang lowered his eyes, his voice as cold as snow in the dead of winter: "What did you just say to the Princess Consort? Why don't you repeat it?"
Wen Heyun's body trembled, and he started shaking involuntarily.
He's used to being arrogant and haughty.
His father was the prime minister, and which young master from a prominent family in the capital wouldn't fawn over him?
Unfortunately, it has fallen into Yan Cang's hands today, and even invoking the Prime Minister's name won't help.
He had never suffered such a loss in his life, and was now terrified of Yan Cang. He stammered, "I...I didn't curse..."
"You won't admit it?" Yan Cang sneered, like a grim reaper from hell. "Then give me another fifty."
"Your Highness! I know I was wrong!" Wen Heyun crawled over on his knees, his voice muffled as he begged for mercy, "Your Highness, spare me! I...I...I shouldn't have insulted the Princess Consort of Yan. It was my insubordination, it was my foul mouth, I...I was wrong, please, Your Highness, have mercy..."
Yan Cang coldly replied, "Spare my life? Did I say I was going to kill you?"
Wen Heyun's voice faltered, as if he had been choked, his face swollen and disheveled, making him look particularly comical.
Prince Consort Wen took a deep breath and humbly apologized, "He Yun has been spoiled by the Prime Minister. It is his honor to be personally disciplined by His Highness the Prince of Yan today. I only beg the Prince of Yan to show mercy. I... I will truthfully report today's events to my brother and let him punish him severely..."
"I have no need for the Prime Minister," Yan Cang said calmly. "I have a better candidate."
A better candidate?
Prince Consort Wen froze, about to ask who it was.
Suddenly, footsteps approached, and then a handsome, sunny face appeared before them.
The man wore a royal blue, narrow-sleeved robe, with a jade pendant at his waist and an exquisite dagger hanging from it. At first glance, he looked almost no different from any other young nobleman.
When Prince Consort Wen saw him, his blood ran cold: "Your Highness Prince Ming?"
The visitor was none other than the current Second Prince, Yan Yang, whose title was Prince Ming. He was in charge of the Yong Dynasty's Zhenfu Division, had a fondness for criminal cases, and loved dealing with prisoners.
"Prince Consort Wen." Yan Yang walked over with an air of elegance, waving a folding fan in his hand. "What's going on?"
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