After divorce, the princess was forced to raise the villain

As soon as these words came out, all the civil and military officials in the hall looked at the old emperor in shock.

Although punishing Song Xinyu was not a big deal, once he agreed to Shen Ling's first request, it would be equivalent to defeat for the old emperor.

"No...don't...don't...don't"

The screams were filled with despair. Song Xinyu never expected that her father who loved her would actually listen to Shen Ling's words.

The old emperor's eyes intentionally or unintentionally looked like the trembling Song Xinyu in the corner. Without any emotion, he said solemnly, "Come here, Song Xinyu did not care about the sisterly affection, and colluded with the four families to instigate killings, which damages the image of the royal family. , drag him down, give me a staff of fifty, throw him back to his courtyard, close the door to meditate on his mistakes, and copy Buddhist scriptures. Without my order, you are not allowed to step out of the courtyard!"

The old emperor's tone floated into Song Xinyu's ears leisurely, her little face was as pale as paper, her eyes were wide open and she couldn't say a word.

Several guards came forward to grab Song Xinyu and drag her down.

"No, no, concubine, please help me, concubine, please help me."

Song Xinyu used all her strength to twist and turn, trying to break away from the guard who was holding her.

Lin Fengzhi, who was held down by the maid at the side, could not bear the thought of her heart being treated like this.

"Your Majesty, I beg you, I beg you, please let Yu'er go. She will never dare to do it again, Your Majesty."

The prayers seemed like air, but were consciously ignored by the old emperor.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the oracle from Shen Ling's mouth, the oracle that related to his country!

Song Xinyu was roughly dragged out of the palace, pressed hard on the execution bench and tied up.

The snow-white skin was turned red by the rope, and the little face was already crying.

"beat."

The old emperor's eyes were indifferent and he spoke quietly.

The executioner raised the board in his hand high and swung it "hardly" at the man crawling in front of him.

"bump!"

Song Xinyu gritted her teeth, closed her eyes tightly, and waited for the pain of ruptured skin and flesh as if resigned to her fate.

"ah--!"

The moment the wooden board came into contact with her skin, a roar came out. Song Xinyu felt like she was going to faint. She tried her best to struggle but couldn't move.

Despair and pain swirled in my heart.

"bump!"

When the second blow fell, the woman on the execution bench was stunned and let out a faint cry.

"bump!"

Three times.

"bump!"

Look around…

One is weaker than the other, and one is lighter than the other.

inside the hall,

Shen Ling was folding his arms and squinting his eyes to watch the situation outside the palace. When he saw the hand of the executioner retracting his strength when he fell, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.

This dog emperor really feels sorry for his daughter!

However, anyone who dares to attack her will not have an easy time.

She raised her legs and was about to step forward to say something, when she saw a figure who was faster than her and "rushed" to the center of the hall.

Looking at the tall man, Shen Ling's eyes trembled slightly, and she probably guessed what he was going to do.

Jing Si suddenly appeared in the hall, and his sharp eyes naturally discovered the executioner's release of water early.

He raised his head and met the old emperor's somewhat guilty eyes.

"Your Majesty, since you are punishing evildoers for the sake of the oracle, if you fail to achieve the effect of punishment, you may offend the gods in the sky. In the end, they will be furious and punish you."

The old emperor looked a little ugly. He slumped on the dragon chair and swallowed. He didn't say anything. He just raised his hand and waved to Jing Si.

Jing Si turned around calmly and walked outside the door, looking down at Song Xinyu who was tied up in front of him.

"You, stop."

The cold voice was so penetrating that the executioner shuddered and threw the long wooden board to the ground.

When Song Xinyu, who was bound by Wuhua, heard this familiar voice, she raised her head excitedly and looked at Jing Si in a flattering manner.

She knew it! Brother Jing Si couldn't possibly watch that bitch bullying her!

"You go and start the execution again."

Touch it!

Song Xinyu's sky seemed to have collapsed. He raised his head with great effort and shouted with his remaining strength, "Brother Jing, brother Jing, don't believe what that bitch said."

After Jing Si gave the order, he turned around and took a few steps back.

And the executioner who was assigned was the secret guard beside him.

I saw the secret guard reaching out to pick up the wooden board on the ground with an expressionless face, without saying a word.

"Snapped!"

This blow was more painful than the dozens of blows by the guard.

"ah!"

This pitiful and earth-shaking sound made Song Xinyu feel that a certain part of her body had been torn apart! She swung her body wildly.

"Snapped!"

It's just that the board fell down mercilessly, without any water being released.

The bright red blood soaked through the gauze. How could he, who had been pampered since childhood, have ever been punished like this? In just two strokes, the people under the board had already shouted hoarse, "Father! Mother! Concubine! Ah! Ah!"

Screams came into the hall one after another. Although the old emperor frowned, he did not say anything to stop them.

…

By the time the last execution was completed, the man whose lower body was beaten to a bloody pulp had already fainted.

If the servants hadn't stopped her, Lin Fengzhi would have rushed out.

"Send the princess back to her own courtyard."

Looking at the guards who came to report, the old emperor said this seriously.

Seeing her precious daughter in this state, Lin Fengzhi's chest rose and fell violently, and she looked at Shen Ling with murderous eyes.

"Shen Ling, you are satisfied."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, Lin Fengzhi embedded her fingers deeply into the palm of her hand.

"To the noble concubine, the sinner has received the punishment he deserves."

Shen Ling's face was calm, there was no wave in her eyes, and she answered in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

Looking at his appearance and thinking about her poor daughter, Lin Fengzhi wanted to go up and strangle her to death.

Seeing that Shen Ling was not doing anything, Lin Fengzhi turned to look at the aloof old emperor, extremely anxious.

"Your Majesty! How can you indulge Shen Ling like this? The first condition is that my Yu'er will be punished! Then the second condition is that you must give up the throne to her?"

As soon as these words came out, the old emperor was really moved.

"People's daughters don't have the courage. The second condition is that people's daughters want the treasures from the previous dynasty."

Shen Ling didn't wait for the old emperor to get angry, so he stood up and walked out, smiling particularly gently and touchingly.

"What do you want this for?"

Although he did not want his own throne, he was confused by this request, and the old emperor asked in confusion.

"To tell you the truth, the oracle's prediction is a matter of national security, and the treasures of the previous dynasty are themselves stained with the blood of the previous dynasty. You'd better give them all to me."

There seemed to be a hint of hatred in Shen Ling's words, the hatred of a slave to a subjugated country that burst out from this body.