There was dead silence in the hall for a long time. Zhou Zhong broke into a cold sweat and wanted to bury his head in his clothes.
Xie Jie's face suddenly turned cold. He stared at the top of her hair, his eyes as dark as ice. After a while, he suddenly smiled.
"justice?"
He walked down slowly, and the sound of his footsteps seemed to hit Ahya's heart, making her hold her breath.
"What kind of justice do you want?"
His fingers clamped her chin tightly, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. The curve of her lips seemed to be a smile, and his tone was full of hostility.
If she gives in for glory and wealth, he will find it boring, but when she really refuses, he will be unhappy again.
Ahaya knew in her heart that she was very obedient at his mercy, but her bright eyes were full of unyielding stubbornness.
She didn't speak, but when the scattered hair brushed the back of his hand, Xie Jie couldn't help but fell into a trance for those eyes.
He retracted his hand, frowned slightly, and looked across the hall. When he walked to the kneeling prefect, he suddenly took action and drew out the sword of the guard beside him.
bass.
The snow-white blade flashed, and the bluestone bricks of the government office were splashed with blood. The old prefect's eyes widened, and he slowly turned his head in disbelief. Before he could see the monarch's expression clearly, he fell to the ground.
"Being a mediocre official is just a waste of time for the common people. It is not a pity to die."
Xie Jie pulled out the sword, flicked the blood on it, and deliberately let a drop of it fly to the side of Ahaya's face. He lowered his head and admired the sword, seemingly nonchalantly, but the aura in his tone made people's hearts tremble.
"This is fair, is the beauty satisfied?"
This is the king of Daxu.
Ahaya took a deep breath, closed her eyes, calmed down her fright, and kowtowed again.
The prefect colluded with the Shen family and ran rampant and tyrannical in Wancheng. He deserves to die. But what she wants today is not from him.
Xie Jie squinted his eyes and stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
He threw the sword in his hand back into the guard's arms and said in a calm tone, with no hint of emotion or anger: "I forgot, what you are suing is..."
"The second son of the Shen family is the legitimate son mentioned by Commander-in-Chief Shen when we were picking him up a few days ago." Zhou Zhong hurriedly stepped forward, motioning for people to dispose of the body, while answering the words eagerly, his expression unchanged, obviously seeing him.
I'm used to this kind of scene.
Xie Jie chuckled, looked at Ahaya, his voice was low and cool: "I'll give you thirty lashes, and then I'll ask Mr. Shen if he knows about the beautiful things his good son has done."
He was playing with women in front of the king. If he asked this question, the Shen family might want to beat their son to death.
Not only can these thirty whips be used, but they can also be extremely severe. With Er Shao Shen's body addicted to alcohol and sex, half of his life should be taken away even if he is not dead.
Ahaya pursed her lips and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was unwilling to do so, she knew that this was the final result.
The Shen family holds military power and has been in Wancheng for many years. It is deeply entangled and there are main branches in the capital. If it is not a serious treason, even the monarch cannot easily take action.
She paused, put away the sadness in her eyes, and said with some real gratitude in her tone: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Xie Jie played with the red plum he took out from her hair, raised her chin, looked at her, half-smiling, and his voice was filled with the contempt and indifference of a superior: "Xie? Just say it with your mouth,
There is no sincerity."
His dark eyes were like a beast slowly preparing to hunt, high and full of pride that was bound to win.
Ahaya was intimidated by his momentum and couldn't help but feel slightly startled.
It should be said that they are indeed the same person?
She couldn't help but think of Xie Jie's eyes like this when she was dancing in the snow.
It was so hot and strong that she couldn't help but want to escape, but she could only be caught in his arms.
Xie Jie naturally noticed her absence, the corners of her mouth were curved downwards, and her eyes were cold.
He leaned down and leaned against her ear naturally, his hot breath sprayed on her white earlobe, and he watched with satisfaction as the earlobe turned red. There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but it also seemed to be a threat, not allowing her to tolerate it.
Avoid.
"In front of me, who is the beauty thinking about?" This chapter has been completed!