When Pei Zheng strode into the hall, Qi Yirou couldn't help but straighten her back. Somehow, when she saw Pei Zheng's eyes, she felt as if he could see through all her little thoughts.
The emperor asked Qi Yirou to go back and rest first, and he wanted to discuss serious matters with Pei Zheng.
Although Qi Yirou was reluctant, she still wiped her tears and returned to her bedroom.
The emperor and Pei Zheng were the only ones left in the palace. He asked, "Why did Lord Pei come so late?"
Pei Zheng stroked his sleeves and said, "Your Majesty, my spies in the southwest barbarians reported that the barbarian leader has agreed to the marriage and intends to send an envoy to visit our Celestial Empire."
The emperor showed a look of delight, "Great, great! This way, we can recover the border without bloodshed!"
Pei Zheng's eyes moved and he hesitated, "It's just..."
The emperor immediately asked, "Just what? Pei Aiqing, please feel free to tell me. You have made an invaluable contribution to this matter. I will definitely follow your advice."
Pei Zheng walked up to the emperor and whispered something in his ear. The emperor's expression suddenly became strange.
"Are you serious?"
Pei Zheng stepped back a few steps, bowed his head respectfully and said, "It's absolutely true."
The emperor sighed, "In that case, according to Lord Pei, is there a suitable candidate?"
Pei Zheng raised his head, his eyes were dark and deep, with no emotion visible.
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The Imperial Household Department, the Ministry of Punishment.
The walls and tables are filled with various torture instruments, which look eerie and terrifying. It is said that there are seventy-two kinds of torture here, each of which is a different kind of excruciating torture, and even the hardest mouth can be pried open in just a few strokes.
After Qi Changyi's hands and feet were tied, he was thrown to the ground. Although he was considered a prince, without the emperor's favor, he was not even as powerful as a eunuch.
What's more, he had offended the third princess, and he would not be able to escape from this hell on earth unless he was skinned alive.
Qi Changyi was actually very scared. There were bloodstains on the floor and the tables and chairs next to him, and the air was filled with a slight smell of blood.
He wouldn't really die here.
The door was suddenly pushed open and two tall figures walked in. They were the guards in charge of executions and they looked ferocious.
One of them walked up and picked up Qi Changyi like a little rabbit, and tied him to the standing cross. When he saw clearly that Qi Changyi was not even wearing an outer robe, but only a white undershirt, he smiled obscenely.
"Second brother, everyone says that the prince is extremely beautiful and charming, but we didn't believe it. Now that we see him, we can see that he is indeed a beauty."
While tying up Qi Changyi, "Second Brother" touched his jade-white fingers.
"She's a little beauty, but it's a pity that she's a man, and a fucking idiot at that. Bah, what bad luck!"
"Hey, you can't say that." The man leaned over to the second brother's ear and said something. They both laughed and looked up and down at Qi Changyi.
"Third brother, you are so brave! If you dare to do anything to the prince, I will call you Second Brother from now on!"
The third brother stared at Qi Changyi, who was helpless on the cross, with green eyes. His little face was as white as jade, his lips were rosy, and his messy black hair was attached to his cheeks, making him look like a little goblin who sucked people's energy.
The little goblin's eyes were red, and her unyielding look only aroused people's desire to conquer her.
The third brother was finally overwhelmed by lust, and his rough hands unceremoniously grasped Qi Changyi's soft waist and rubbed it fiercely twice.
"He's just a fool anyway. It would be a shame for him to be tortured to death here. It's better to let me have some fun first!"