Chapter 151 Chapter 151 "I am willing to sacrifice my life for His Highness." ...
They were the only ones left in the cell. Under Jiu Zhao's relentless humiliation, Meng Chu finally showed some reaction.
A hoarse sound, like the rubbing of gravel, emanated from his mouth, hidden by his black hair. It was dull and lifeless. "Your Highness is now in power, feeling so proud and triumphant. How could you still have the nerve to descend upon such a lowly place and give me, a fallen dog, a beating once more?"
"Didn't you hear what I just said?"
Jiu Zhao asked back.
Realizing the other party was determined to poke at his sore spot, Meng Chu twitched his lips, half laughing, half mocking, "From the day I was abandoned, I've been fatherless. What does a stranger's opinion have to do with me and my mother? Your Highness, there's no need to waste your breath. Kill me or chop me up, please."
Jiu Zhao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and just wiped it away.
A fairy light flashed, and the storage ring immediately spit out a dozen letters.
She threw all the letters at Meng Chu and sneered, "Besides trying to save face by telling yourself that it wasn't Chongli who abandoned you and your son, but that you were the first to abandon him, what else can you do? You're just a pair of broken arms, yet you're still determined to live. Zhu Yan, who could have died at any moment, never gave up. His steadfast determination, compared to your worthless appearance, makes it no wonder Chongli chose him over you!"
As Jiu Zhao's words became more and more unpleasant, the veins on Meng Chu's forehead and neck became more and more obvious.
Anger and grief overwhelmed his rationality, and at the moment when he was dizzy, a voice in his heart yelled: Anyway, there is no Northern Territory anymore, no Northern God King, and it is impossible for him to stand in a position above thousands of people. Instead of serving as a prisoner, he might as well die!
Giving up on thinking, letting his soul sink into despair, he cursed without caring about anything else: "Jiuzhao, you bitch!!"
Iron chains as thick as a child's wrists grew out of the floor, locking his hands and feet.
However, Meng Chu managed to sit up with some strength he didn't know where, wanting to pounce on Jiu Zhao and die together with him.
"Bitch, bitch! If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen to this point!
"If you don't kill me, I'll kill you!!"
ridiculous.
I haven't seen him for many days, and he still doesn't dare to blame the person who started it, so he has to take his anger out on others.
She didn't mind coming to help him wake up.
Jiu Zhao took a step back, and a whip handle tempered with flames condensed in his palm.
Bang!
There was a sharp sound of breaking wind. Meng Chu had just finished cursing when he was whipped in the chest. His already dirty coat was torn into pieces.
Pain, in most cases, will make people timid and beg for mercy.
But in certain situations, it will arouse the ferocity of the loser.
Meng Chu's eyes were red, and he looked directly at the crown prince's face with a fierce look, refusing to back down:
"Did I do something wrong? Bitch, bitch, I've been wanting to call you that for a long time! Isn't this all you can do? Coming to the prison to mock a cripple like me! Zhu Yan used you, and Lan Qi teamed up with Wu Shao to kill you. If you have the guts, go get revenge on them! Bitch!"
Bang!
Another whip fell mercilessly.
"Haha ...
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Kill me if you dare!
"I was abandoned by my father, and you were abandoned by men. Do you think you are nobler than me?!
"Nine Zhao Goddess, you poor thing!!!"
Every time Meng Chu cursed, Jiu Zhao would whip him.
In the end, he was beaten so hard that he crawled on the ground and could no longer speak.
His sharp words were like another invisible whip, falling on Jiu Zhao.
It was only during this period of time when she was walking alone in the cracks under the overwhelming pressure that she began to learn how to control her anger and not let the inner demons take over her further.
His face was expressionless and almost indifferent. Only when Meng Chu collapsed to the ground, his limbs twitching and dying, did Jiu Zhao stop the punishment.
Half-crouching, she threw the letter at her feet accurately into the young man's face and asked softly, "Are you free to read the letter now?"
…
The next stick of incense time.
Meng Chu was like a tamed wild dog, obediently collecting the letters on the ground.
Jiu Zhao marked numbers on the cover of the letter.
His savvy emerged out of nowhere, and without waiting for Jiu Zhao's order, he quickly arranged the letters in order and read them one by one.
The number gradually grew larger, and his whip-marked body began to tremble more violently.
When Jiu Zhao heard his biological father describe him as "just a chess piece", an extremely depressing and strange sound came into his ears.
At first she thought it was Meng Chu, who was so proud that his teeth were chattering with anger, making the sound.
But if you listen carefully, besides the sound of the teeth constantly knocking against each other, you can also hear bursts of sobs that are being suppressed with great effort.
Meng Chu actually shed tears.
Even though he had fabricated the cause of the Queen's death to frame Jiu Zhao in the past, and was slapped in public by Chongli, nearly losing half his life, he never shed a tear.
But this time, he couldn't bear it any longer.
In front of Jiu Zhao's face, he burst into tears and completely broke down.
"After all these years, what am I?
"Could it be that the kindness he showed me, saying I was his proudest son, was all fake?
"Why do you treat me like this? Why do you treat my mother like this? Father—"
Big, hot tears rolled down, wetting Meng Chu's black hair and his green eyes, which were the same as Zhu Yan's.
He cried so hard that he bent over and knelt down, his whole body curled up.
Jiu Zhao stopped making mocking remarks. As Meng Chu cried in despair, she felt a surge of empathy again.
From crying bitterly, to questioning and cursing at the air, to completely accepting one's fate, and finally calming down with a dead heart.
Seeing that the atmosphere was almost right, Jiu Zhao was about to continue with the purpose of this trip.
But he suddenly straightened his hunched body, knelt to her shoes, and kowtowed three times.
Bang bang bang!
The dull sound of the forehead hitting the ground was frightening.
Without waiting for Jiu Zhao to speak, he spoke slowly and stubbornly, as if he had died once before: "After years of dreaming, it's time to wake up. Your Highness, since you've forgiven the past and asked me to be a reasonable person for once, you must have some hope for me. I am willing to be commanded by Your Highness from now on, and I only ask that you protect my family."
Jiu Zhao did not immediately soften his expression because of his seemingly enlightened words.
She reminded him: "You are just a cripple now. What can I expect from you?"
Hearing this, Meng Chu lowered his head even lower, wishing he could crawl into the crack of the ground to show his submission and humility.
Seeing that he finally understood his current situation, Jiu Zhaofang changed the subject: "I only have one question for you. If I am confident that I can heal your arms, would you dare to risk your life to fight against your defected father and brothers and the demons of the Burning Sea, to reclaim the Northern Territory and the throne of the Divine King that rightfully belongs to you?
"You don't have to answer my question so quickly. After all, not everyone can sacrifice their own family for the sake of justice."
It was a good start, Jiu Zhao didn't push too hard.
She believed that if she proceeded step by step, over time, while Er Qingtian was still imprisoning his mother and relatives, Meng Chu would eventually figure out which side to choose.
After saying that, she crossed her arms and turned to leave.
As he stepped over the threshold of the prison, he heard another heavy kowtow from a few feet behind him.
"I, your Highness, would sacrifice my life for you."
…
"Yishan, release Meng Chu and the Northern Goddess Princess's clan. Once Meng Chu's arms are healed, I will send him to the border battlefield."
After leaving the Inner Prison of the Unknown Heaven, Jiu Zhao, facing the bright sunlight of Sanqing Heaven, issued an order to the ministers following him.
Yishan was quite puzzled: "Your Highness, they are Chongli, his wife and children. If they meet on the battlefield, what if they turn against us—"
Before he finished speaking, Jiu Zhao stretched out his arm and said, "Of course I understand your concerns. However, you, the Supreme God, have practiced solitude for ten thousand years, free from all worries. You don't understand that the more seemingly inseparable a relationship is, the more intense the hatred that will arise when it truly needs to be severed.
"I have a feeling that if these people abandoned by Chongli are used well, they will become a great help to our army on the battlefield."
Jiu Zhao was right about this.
Princess Beishen has been married to Chongli for many years and has been with him through thick and thin.
No matter whether he switched sides or surrendered, she would always stay by his side.
Not only does she understand Chongli's personality very well, but her own strength is also among the best in the North.
As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat.
If this remaining tribe of several hundred people, including Meng Chu and the Princess of the Northern God, could be used, it would greatly increase the chances of regaining the northern border.
After analyzing the pros and cons of the matter clearly, Yishan has spontaneously stood on Jiuzhao's side.
Finally, thinking of Jiu Zhao, he said, "Your Highness, if we discuss this decision with the ministers, which has more benefits than disadvantages, I don't think anyone will object."
Jiu Zhao shook his head and said, "No need."
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