There was no emotion in Ahaya's eyes. She lowered her eyes slightly to suppress the coldness in her eyes. She faced him stubbornly and stepped back while accusing him: "Those thirty lashes are a holy decree. How dare you, the Shen family, violate it? This is deceiving the emperor and ignoring superiority."
Her voice was already trembling slightly, and her thin body was bleak in the snow, like a red plum waiting to be picked, weak and easy to bully.
But no one knows that underneath the bright petals, there are poisonous thorns growing.
She seduced Shen Er, deliberately provoked him, and made him say arrogant words to offend the monarch who was hiding behind the tree: "I will report you to His Majesty!"
"Go ahead and see if you still have the life to walk to the government office this time." Shen Er became angry and sneered. Sure enough, he had even forgotten who he was, "If a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake, he is the king of the country. The Shen family should be given some thin noodles in Wancheng."
This is the truth, otherwise the Shen family would not dare to let him come out without even making superficial efforts in private. Just know it and you know it. If you really say it, you will be courting death.
Xie Jie's eyes were as cold as ice, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and sneered lowly with murderous intent.
Ahaya's plan succeeded. She lowered the curve of her lips, pretending to be angry, and stared at him with scorching eyes: "How dare you despise the king!"
She seemed to be extremely angry, biting her lower lip with her teeth, and her eyes were stained with anger, which made people want to break her even more.
Sure enough, Shen Er was slightly dazed. He was already a lustful person. At this time, he put on a disgusting smile and reached out to grab her: "Are you happy, Your Majesty?"
"What do you want to do?" Ahaya dodged his hand, as if frightened, her eyes widened, she half-stepped back and half-ran, moving quietly in the direction of Xie Jie.
Shen Er became more and more excited and started chasing her.
"Your Majesty has three thousand beauties in his harem, but he has nothing to show for many years. People say he has a hidden illness... My beauty, you might as well obey me and protect you..."
The beauty's clothes were flowing, her red skirt was lined with white snow, her eyes were full of spring water, she was a little panicked, she ran away, and ran into the arms of the monarch.
Just like the immortals who were banished from the sky and fell to the mortal world, they happened to be trapped by him.
Xie Jie grabbed her waist and couldn't help but look deeply. He held her in his arms and stood still, deliberately watching her bump into the dragon robe in embarrassment, with tears in her eyes, but he didn't mean to let her go, but directly He half-hugged her, looked at the person coming, spoke in a long tone, and the aura around him made people tremble with fear and make him sweat profusely.
"Why protect her? Come on, I'll listen too."
The color on Shen Er's face had gone, his legs were trembling, and he fell to his knees, kowtowing his head desperately, speechless.
"Don't want to talk about it? Let's change it." Xie Jie slowly raised his eyes, half-smiling but not smiling, with a cold look on his face, "Tell me about my hidden illness? Or... a strong dragon can't suppress a local snake?"
"Why are you shaking? The Shen family has been here in Wancheng for so many years, you are right."
By the end of his speech, his murderous intent was completely undisguised.
Shen Er was so frightened that he almost fainted. He closed his eyes in despair and begged for mercy: "Your Majesty! The common people were drunk for a while and said the wrong thing. The Shen family never meant this, Your Majesty!"
Xie Jie did not comment, lowered his head, and looked at the little girl who was huddled in his arms, her eyes red with grievance. His voice was low, but seemed to be a little gentle: "Which hand did he want to touch you with just now?" ?”
Ahaya was like a frightened cat, her fingers tightly grasping the corner of his dragon robe, and said, "right, right hand."
"Zhou Zhong." Xie Jie then raised his head, glanced sideways at Zhou Zhong, and said in a calm tone, without anger or authority, "Don't keep your disobedient hands."
"Yes." Zhou Zhong responded, took a step forward, and signaled the two armored guards to hold down Shen Er. He pulled out a small knife from his sleeve, picked it up with his fingertips, and screamed.
"My hand! My hand!"
Shen Er was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat and wanted to roll on the ground, but he was pinned down in the snow by the guards, unable to move, so he could only howl like a slaughtered pig.
This was just the beginning. The emperor's next order sent him directly into hell.
"If you speak rudely, you will have your tongue pulled out. Then you will send it back to the Shen family and tell them that it is the son's fault for not teaching his father. Since you are not willing to let your child receive these thirty lashes, you should take them yourself."
How can there be such a truth in the world that father takes over the life of son? Shen Er's tongue was pulled out and his hands were amputated, and he was already a disabled person. If he made his family reject him, one can only imagine his future life.
However, Xie Jie didn't seem to feel that he had done anything shocking. Instead, he lowered his head, stretched out his hand and tapped Ahaya's forehead, speaking softly, as if to coax.
"How's it going? Have you vented your anger?" This chapter has been completed!