As expected, after hearing Ge Jingyang's words, the emperor's expression eased slightly: "Jingyang, you are right. I shouldn't hurt Duke Dingguo's feelings for this."
But suddenly, he changed the subject: "It's just that I still have to discipline those who need to be disciplined."
Then he turned to Ge Yuanhui and said, "Ge Yuanhui, are you convinced by my teachings today?"
At this point, it actually made no difference to Ge Yuanhui whether she was tortured or not. Her reputation had been ruined anyway.
From today onwards, she would go from being a flawless lady of high social status to a notorious person who was accused of being frivolous by the emperor.
She lowered her eyes, her voice almost forced out from between her teeth: "Your Majesty, I thank you for your guidance..."
The emperor nodded happily and said, "In that case, then wipe off the floral foil."
As soon as these words were spoken, Ge Yuanhui suddenly looked up, and her incredible eyes met the emperor's half-smile.
Concubine Ge was also anxious: "Your Majesty, take Yuan Hui away. I will have her embroidered paper removed and then have her kneel in Cuiwei Palace for a day. From now on, she will never dare to do it again!"
Yuan Hui's face was already damaged. When the royal family selected a concubine, the first requirement was that she must be physically healthy. Those with damaged faces would not be selected.
She had kept the fact of her disfigurement a secret. Now if the scar was seen in public, how could she marry into the royal family again?
But the scar on Ge Yuanhui's face was caused by An Zhaoyi, how could she not know?
Then An Zhaoyi said, "I've heard that Miss Ge is adept at dressing up. Her makeup and clothing are always eager to be imitated. If we could remove the floral foil right then and there, wouldn't that be more effective in disciplining her?"
"An Zhaoyi!" Concubine Ge was furious.
But the emperor said: "What An Zhaoyi said makes sense."
"Your Majesty!" Concubine Ge tried to make the emperor change his mind.
Ge Jingyang also pleaded, "Your Majesty, Yuan Hui..."
"Jingyang." The emperor's eyes suddenly darkened. "Do you think I can't issue this decree?"
The emperor's words are final, so of course what he says is what it is. No matter how powerful the Ge family is, they are still subjects. No matter what, subjects cannot openly disobey his orders, otherwise it would be considered treason.
It’s not that his Ge family doesn’t dare to rebel, but that unless the time comes where they have to, the Ge family will not gamble the lives of the entire family on a rebellion.
At least he wouldn't rebel just because of Ge Yuanhui's scar at this time.
So the emperor just gave an order, and Peng Hui sent a palace maid to go and take off the flower foil for Ge Yuanhui.
Ge Yuanhui lowered his eyebrows and stared at the bricks and stones on the ground in front of him.
The maid said, "Miss Ge, I am about to take action."
Ge Yuanhui did not answer, but let the palace maid use a silk handkerchief to wipe off the floral foil on her forehead.
Because of the sweat, the floral foil became blurred with just a slight rub.
The peeling floral foil was cracked and crumpled, just like Ge Yuanhui's dignity being stripped away in public.
Some people thought it was too cruel. Naturally, there were also some people who disliked the Ge family or were jealous of Ge Yuanhui, and they were whispering and laughing at this moment.
Xue Zhiyi turned his eyes away with some reluctance. The emperor's method of punishing the Ge family did not shed a drop of blood. It was not considered cruel to the Ge family, but for a person like Ge Yuanhui, it was indeed too insulting and too cruel.
Ge Yuanhui's eyes were red and tears were rolling down her cheeks, but her head remained proudly raised. Her gaze was lowered, but her chin was still stubbornly raised.
It wasn't until the floral foil on her forehead was completely wiped off and someone discovered the scar she had hidden under the floral foil among the mottled makeup that they couldn't help but whisper about it.
"What's that... on her forehead?"
"Isn't she the most beautiful woman in Huajing? Why does she have a scar on her face?"
"Oh my god, her face is disgusting!"
During the meal, although Shen Qingtang disliked Ge Yuanhui, she was even more annoyed by these gossips. She was annoyed by the chattering and couldn't help but say, "Shut up! What does it have to do with you what other people look like? If you like to talk about other people's looks so much, why don't you look in the mirror and judge for yourself?"
Today's emperor is so crazy that even people who hate Ge Yuanhui think he is sick.
Ge Yuanhui was still kneeling, swept up in the discussions around him, with an indescribable sense of humiliation in his heart.
How could she have fallen to this point? She is Ge Yuanhui, a daughter of heaven!
She was born noble, and should have lived her life surrounded by admiration and admiration, radiant and flawless, becoming the most noble woman in the world...
Just based on these people, they are qualified to talk about her? !
They're all just worthless ants! Not even worthy enough to serve as a foil for her!
Her red eyes blinked slightly...
Yes, she originally thought that she was already noble enough, but now, these people could humiliate her simply because she was not noble enough!
"Ge Yuanhui, you must reflect on your mistakes today."
Amid the noise and clamor, the emperor's voice drifted past her ears.
Ge Yuanhui pinched herself hard with her sleeve until she bled, and only then could she manage to utter a sound: "Your Majesty, I appreciate your teachings..."
When she leaned forward to bow, from an angle where no one could see, Ge Yuanhui's eyes seemed to be filled with poison.
She must climb up, even if even the emperor does not recognize her, she must do it, she must do it!
Today, she will engrave the name of everyone who humiliated her in her mind.
Xue Zhiyi, An Shi, and the man who sat in a high position and completely crushed her dignity with just a few words.
She will not let any of these people go!
"Your Majesty, I thank you for your guidance. I will reflect on myself and not make the same mistake again."
She bowed again, and then, with a calmness that was almost deathly still, she said, "I am exhausted. I beg Your Majesty to grant me the grace to leave the table and rest for a while."
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