092 Means

"Wuwuwu..." Qian Jin was held down by someone and made low whimpering sounds like a trapped beast. He looked in the direction of Princess Anping with sadness in his eyes and pleaded silently.

He was just a chess piece, an insignificant chess piece.

so……

No one cares whether he lives or dies.

In the eyes of these powerful people, pawns are meant to be sacrificed.

The iron scissors opened with a click, and Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and stared at it without blinking...

Feng Qingchen understood that if the Ninth Prince had not come today, she would have been the one to be whipped and have her tongue cut.

"Click..." The officer exerted force and the iron shears closed.

Blood spurted out of Qian Jin's mouth. Even though he was tied to the rack, Qian Jin still twisted his body in pain, causing the rack to shake. He whimpered again and again...

Hmm... Feng Qingchen quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

She thought she was quite brave, she was not afraid of dead or living people, but...

The scene of torture was so cruel that she felt a chill all over her body.

On the other hand, the Ninth Prince and Princess Anping, the former didn't care at all, while the latter was just angry.

Feng Qingchen took a deep breath and told himself that he would get used to it after seeing it a few more times, even if this habit was not a good thing.

Huhuhuhu... Feng Qingchen adjusted his emotions, and when he looked at Qian Jin, his face was calm.

At this time, the Blood-Clothed Guards were trying to stop the bleeding from Qian Jin's wound, and it was only then that Feng Qingchen discovered that the so-called cutting was to cut the tip of the tongue into two parts, like a snake's tongue.

And she missed the flash of admiration in the Ninth Prince's calm eyes.

Although Qian Jin's tongue was cut instead of pulled out, he was still able to speak, but every word he spoke was filled with excruciating pain.

Lu Shaolin asked again who instructed him to assassinate Feng Qingchen.

Qian Jin hesitated for a moment, then howled out Feng Qingchen's name. The hatred in his eyes was enough to kill Feng Qingchen a thousand times.

Feng Qingchen sneered and stopped talking because she had no right to speak here.

Sure enough, Dong Lingjiu spoke again: "Master Lu, I heard that the executioner of the Bloody Guard is very skilled in the punishment of Ling Chi. After cutting off all the flesh from the prisoner's body, he can still keep the prisoner alive, right?"

"In reply to Uncle Ninth Prince, yes, I am preparing to execute Qian Jin by lingchi, and the executioner's order will be here soon." Lu Shaolin understood immediately and didn't need Uncle Ninth Prince to say anything more.

"Lord Lu, this is a good suggestion." Dong Lingjiu nodded with an appreciative look on his face.

This is what it means to be sinister and shameless.

Feng Qingchen admired him very much.

The Ninth Prince's method is really...

"Ninth Uncle..." Princess Anping spoke hesitantly, looking disapproving.

The Ninth Prince is too disrespectful to his mother. He clearly knows that Feng Qingchen is the person her mother wants to deal with, but he still defends her like this. It's really... too infuriating.

Dong Lingjiu glanced at An Ping calmly and said, "What's wrong? Are you scared, An Ping? Don't be afraid, the Ninth Emperor's uncle is here."

"An, Anping..." Princess Anping had no words to express her pain.

What was she afraid of? But she had used this reason to stay.

Dong Lingjiu blinked lightly and said something else: "Anping, I heard that you brought a hundred-year-old ginseng and a royal doctor, right?"

"In reply to the Emperor's uncle, yes, yes." Princess Anping had a bad feeling that the Ninth Emperor's uncle was targeting her.

"Anping is really smart. In that case, let the imperial physician bring in the hundred-year-old ginseng, otherwise Qian Jin will die. It would be bad if there is no evidence." Dong Lingjiu waved his hand, signaling the eunuch following him to do it personally.

This is... something Princess Anping cannot refuse.

The handkerchief in Princess Anping's hand had been twisted into a knot.

Snap...another nail broke.

"Don't be afraid, Anping. The Ninth Prince is here. If Anping is afraid of blood, I will ask them to prepare a branding iron. Cut a piece of meat and brand it with the branding iron. This way, no blood will be seen." Dong Lingjiu said calmly about the punishment that was more cruel than lingchi.

The prisoner had to suffer double pain from lingchi and branding.

"Uncle Ninth Prince, please rest assured. I'm ready." Lu Shaolin flattered him quickly and took the job.

Feng Qingchen was filled with admiration.

As expected, evil needs to be dealt with by evil, and fighting violence with violence is the best way.

Of course, only the Ninth Prince could say such words. If Feng Qingchen said it, no one would pay attention.

Soon, the executioner and the branding iron were ready, and the imperial physician followed in. The two of them knelt in front of Dong Lingjiu with a cautious look on their faces.

Dong Lingjiu said calmly, "Well, just don't kill him. This prisoner is the main culprit in the assassination of the princess. If he dies, I will hold you accountable."

"Yes, yes, yes." The imperial physician and the executioner kowtowed repeatedly.

Qian Jin was so frightened that he quickly shook his head. His evil face had long been replaced by a pitiful one. He endured the piercing pain and said vaguely, "I confess, I confess, it's public..."

An Ping looked nervous and was about to step forward and scold her, but Dong Lingjiu was one step faster than her.

Bang...the teapot lid flew over and hit Qian Jin directly in the mouth.

Feng Qingchen was close to him, and she heard the sound of Qian Jin's teeth being knocked out, and the teapot lid was stuck in Qian Jin's mouth, unable to move in or out.

"Use torture first. I don't want to listen now." Dong Ling Jiu said.

Princess Anping breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, she no longer had the intention to punish Feng Qingchen. She was only thinking about how to get out of this situation.

If Qian Jin exposes her and the Queen Mother, given the Ninth Prince's temper, this matter will probably not end well.

Feng Qingchen remained silent and forced himself to watch the execution.

Like Qian Jin, her fate is in the hands of others.

The executioner skillfully placed a row of knives on the table, some big, some small, some long, some short, some thin, and some wide.

Looking at these knives, Feng Qingchen was extremely impressed. Lingchi also requires technical skills. If this knife were put in modern times, it would definitely be a good surgical knife.

Feng Qingchen is a surgeon. She knows the position of the human body and every blood vessel, but she doesn't have the confidence that she can remove all the flesh from a person's body while keeping the person's breath.

Lingchi is not an easy job!

The executioner started with Qian Jin's arm. With one cut, a thin piece of transparent flesh was cut off from Qian Jin's hand.

Feng Qingchen breathed in and out desperately.

She couldn't vomit, let alone faint.

She is a doctor and can perform autopsies on corpses herself without frowning, so what is this now?

Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, Feng Qingchen, just think of the person on the rack as a dead person.

But...will the dead be in pain and twisted? Will the dead wail non-stop?

Even if it was to a dead person, you wouldn't be so cruel, right?

There seemed to be a righteous villain in Feng Qingchen's mind, accusing her: "Feng Qingchen, you are a doctor, you just watch this kind of life-threatening thing happen in front of you and don't stop it?"

"Feng Qingchen, they are defying human rights. You can't just sit back and watch. This is cruelty and murder. This is perverted behavior."

But there was another voice in his head, which said with disdain: "Feng Qingchen, you must know what era you are in. In this era, you must abide by the rules of this era. Don't dream of challenging the royal authority on your own. Have you forgotten why you have fallen to this point?"

"Feng Qingchen, that man framed you. If he doesn't take the punishment, then you will have to take it on his behalf. Could it be that you are so great that you can sacrifice yourself to save your enemy?"

No, she's not that great.

Feng Qingchen clenched her fists tightly, telling herself not to have any psychological burden, not to blame herself, and not to be sad. Just as she was trying to build up her mentality, Dong Lingjiu spoke again...

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