Xuan Tianmo then discovered that the arm he had put into his pants to scratch himself was actually entangled with a whip, and the other end of the whip was firmly held in Xuan Tianming's hand.
This was not bad. Just as he was about to reach into his pants with his other hand, that arm suddenly tightened as well, and soon another whip wrapped around it. This time, the other end of the whip was held in Feng Yuheng's hand.
"What... do you want to do?" Xuan Tianmo was in so much pain that he couldn't speak clearly. His face was flushed and he felt itchy underneath, but Yuan Nai couldn't find a hand to scratch it. In desperation, he could only rub his lower body against the cell door and twist it in various ways to relieve the itch, while cursing loudly: "Feng Yuheng, you bitch, you must have caused me to be like this, you must have caused me to be like this! You threw that woman onto my bed, it must have been you!"
Feng Yuheng nodded and admitted the matter seriously. She told Xuan Tianmo: "Yes, it was me. I carried that person out of the palace and threw him on your bed. What, you are not convinced? Xuan Tianmo, you can't blame others, you should blame yourself. If you hadn't planned to attack Zirui first, you wouldn't have ended up like this today. You will always pay for what you have done. You have done so many evil things, and you will get retribution. And I don't think this retribution is enough."
After she finished speaking, Xuan Tianming was no longer polite and reached out to touch Xuan Tianmo's body, and soon he took out a token. That was the waist badge of the commander of the imperial guards in the palace. With this thing, he could replace all the imperial guards from inside to outside and completely eliminate the power of this old man in the palace.
Originally, Xuan Tianmo valued the badge of the Imperial Guard more than anything else, but now he couldn't care less. His lower body was itchy and he wanted to die, but his hands were tightly bound by the whips of the couple, so he couldn't scratch them. He could only endure it like this, and he was as devastated as he could be.
Feng Yuheng thought that this was a good way to torture him, so he called the guards and ordered them to use the strongest ropes to tie Xuan Tianmo up, and strip him naked so that he could see the miserable state of his lower body anytime and anywhere.
The guards became excited when they heard this. As prisoners, they had many ways of torturing their slaves, and today they learned a trick from Princess Yu. So they all wanted to ask how the itching disease was contracted, and they would make the next people sent in feel itchy as well.
Xuan Tianmo's resistance was ineffective, and his clothes were successfully stripped off. Then his limbs were spread wide and tied to the wooden rack in the cell. The wooden rack was originally used for interrogation, and now he was tied to it, with his lower body hanging in the air. The strange itch was still there, but there was no way for him to rub it.
Xuan Tianmo was desperate and started to curse loudly, but he didn't know what he was cursing at. He was a little confused due to the itching.
Feng Yuheng and Xuan Tianming looked at him coldly and said, "He deserves it." Xuan Tianming said, "Originally, I hadn't thought about what kind of end I should give him. I always felt that whether it was beheading or slow slicing, it would not be enough to relieve the hatred in my heart, nor would it be enough to comfort the Dashun people who died because of him. Now it seems that my wife's method is better. Let him suffer such a crime, unable to live or die, is the best way to relieve hatred."
Feng Yuheng nodded, "Remember to tell the guards later to keep a close eye on him. Don't let him die."
"Should we block his mouth? What if he bites his tongue to commit suicide?" The two men started discussing while watching Xuan Tianmo howling.
Feng Yuheng said: "There is no such thing as biting the tongue to commit suicide. Biting off the tongue just means that he can no longer speak, and the person will not die. I am a doctor, I know this very well. What's more, I am here! Even if he steps into the gates of hell, I can pull him back. It's not that easy to die."
When Xuan Tianmo heard what the two said, his spirit finally began to collapse. For the first time, he began to regret going against Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng.
Until the two left, Xuan Tianmo was still howling in the cell. The guards were ordered to keep a close watch on him, not daring to let him die. Including Concubine Yuan, who, at Feng Yuheng's instruction, invited a doctor to bandage her finger and wake her up, so that she could watch her son's miserable condition face to face. This scene made people feel both cruel and enjoyable...
Emperor Tianwu woke up at noon. When he opened his eyes, Feng Yuheng, Xuan Tianming, and Yao Xian were all there. Even Zhang Yuan was standing beside the bed, wearing the clothes of a young eunuch, looking at him expectantly.
Emperor Tianwu was a little dazed and asked in confusion, "Xiao Yuanzi, why are you dressed like this?" Then he looked at the others, "Why are you all here? Where am I? Why are you looking at me like a dead person? I say, Old Yao! I can't even invite you to the palace on weekdays, why are you so diligent today and come uninvited? Well, since you are here, then have a drink with me. I haven't had a drink with you for a long time." As he was about to get up, but as he moved, the pain in his lower body suddenly hit him and threw him back onto the bed.
As the pain came, his memory became clearer. Emperor Tianwu suddenly remembered what had happened before. All his memories returned to their original positions. He lay on the bed and received the information, bit by bit. The most important thing was what happened between him, Concubine Yuan, and the Eighth Prince in the past few months, as well as the self-harm he had done before he fell into a coma. The more he thought about it, the more he felt suffocated, the more depressed he became, and the more he felt that he should not have survived.
He looked at Yao Xian and Feng Yuheng again, anger in his eyes, and asked loudly: "Why don't you let me die? Why do you want to save me!"
Yao Xian rolled his eyes, not wanting to bother with the old man. It was Xuan Tianming who spoke up, "Because Dashun still has to be respectable. Once word gets out that the king of Dashun is a rootless person, our country will also be laughed at." He was angry and didn't have a good attitude when he spoke. He said directly, "They are not saving you, but saving this country and the world."
When the old emperor thought of everything about his ninth son, he felt full of guilt. Now, when he heard Xuan Tianming say this, he felt even more uncomfortable. He really wanted to say sorry to his son and tell him that he always put him first in his heart. But when he opened his mouth again, he still asked the question that he wanted to ask the most in his heart: "How is your mother?"
"Hmph!" Xuan Tianming snorted coldly and did not answer.
Feng Yuheng spoke up, "Don't worry, Father. We are taking care of Mother all the time. She's fine."
"I'm glad she's okay." The old emperor hadn't thought that Concubine Yun was no longer in the palace, but he was worried that she would be bullied by Concubine Yuan. Now that he heard that she was okay, he was finally relieved. But as soon as he let go of his worry, it was picked up again. He sniffed and said, "I don't have the face to see her again now. I don't even have the face to knock on the door of Yuehan Palace. I did that and I'm sorry for her. Tell her that she has suffered a lot of grievances in the palace for so many years. I know she doesn't like this kind of life. She has been locked up in Yuehan Palace for more than 20 years. A good person would go crazy. If...if she wants to go out and see the outside world, then...let her go! But you have to find someone reliable to protect her and don't let her be bullied. I can't keep her, and I don't have the face to keep her. Whether she hates me or not, I just hope she doesn't forget me, that's all."
After the old emperor finished speaking, he turned his face to the bed. He didn't want to cry in front of these people, but he couldn't help it and had to cover his face with his hands and cry bitterly.
No one said a word, except Zhang Yuan, who followed the old emperor in wiping his tears. Finally, after about an incense stick of time, Emperor Tianwu stopped crying and said to them, "All of you go out! I want to lie down alone for a while and be quiet. Xiao Yuanzi can stay with me." After he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and quickly added, "I'm afraid I can't go to court in this state. Ming'er, I appoint you as the regent. Starting tomorrow, we will resume the morning court. You can go to court on my behalf! You have the final say on all court affairs and you don't need to report to me."
In a word, it was equivalent to giving Xuan Tianming the status of the crown prince. To be the regent, to put it bluntly, was to exercise all the powers that the emperor should have on his behalf. This was great power, and no emperor would give it up easily.
But Xuan Tianming was not interested at all. He shook his head and said to the old emperor directly: "I will not supervise this country."△≧.*(.*)△≧,
Emperor Tianwu was puzzled, "You don't want my throne?"
Xuan Tianming told him: "Not everyone wants to sit on the supreme throne. I am from the Xuan family and have a responsibility to this country. I am willing to do everything I can to protect the world and the people, but that doesn't mean I want to sit on that position. I think I have done a lot over the years and I am worthy of Dashun, so... let me go."
This was the first time Xuan Tianming expressed his thoughts so clearly to Emperor Tianwu, and it also made the emperor understand for the first time that there were people who really disdained the throne. In the past, he only thought that the seventh son would not want the throne, but he did not expect that his favorite ninth son actually thought the same way.
Feng Yuheng stood beside Xuan Tianming, holding hands tightly. She knew that it took a lot of courage to say such words, and she also knew that saying that you don't want the throne in private and saying it in front of the emperor had different meanings. She didn't think Xuan Tianming had never thought about the throne from beginning to end. At least before he met her, he should still want the throne, right? Did she influence him?
Perhaps sensing what she was thinking, Xuan Tianming held the little woman's hand in reverse, exerting a little force to let her feel his determination, and then said to Emperor Tianwu: "Now that the Eighth Brother has been thrown into death row, I don't want him to have another chance to turn things around. Without him, it won't matter who sits on the throne. There are no cowards in the Xuan family, and every one of them is good. You can rest assured to hand over this country to anyone to supervise. As for whether he is the right material, just treat it as a test, and it is also a fair opportunity."
Emperor Tianwu closed his eyes and thought about what Xuan Tianming said over and over again. He always felt that he was about to lose his most beloved son. Could it be that it was because of his favor towards Concubine Yuan in the past few months? He was too ashamed to see Concubine Yun again, so naturally he was too ashamed to face this son!
The old emperor sighed and finally accepted the fact. As for who should be appointed as regent, he still thought about it seriously in his heart...
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