She would not forgive Shu Nuan. When she thought that Sheng Qianmo almost died because of the poison in her body, she would not be able to forgive her!
As soon as Ji Xili finished speaking, many soldiers also echoed their voices, insisting that King Sheng kill Shu Nuan.
But Sheng Qianmo said nothing, staring condescendingly and indifferently at Shu Nuan at his feet. After a long time, he continued slowly: "I will give you a chance."
After saying that, Sheng Qianmo glanced at Su Huang coldly and said, "Su Huang, go get the portrait."
Su Huang instantly understood what he meant, sent someone to fetch the portrait, and handed it to Sheng Qianmo.
Sheng Qianmo opened the portrait directly and showed it to her, "Do you know him?"
Shu Nuan's eyes were wet. The moment he saw the portrait, he was stunned. His whole mind was in a trance, and he whispered softly: "Ache..."
Shu Nuan was still in a daze.
She was sure that the person in the portrait she saw was A Che, who had protected her since childhood, but... A Che was obviously dead.
Sheng Qianmo...how did he know that A Che...
She would not know how chilling Sheng Qianmo was when he murmured another man's affectionate name in front of her when he gave her the opportunity to clarify in front of his soldiers. What's more, this name was still the name he called in his dream when he was lying on his bed and held in his arms.
"Your Majesty, she knows the generals of the Southern Dynasty. Isn't her intention to poison you not obvious enough?" A soldier shouted immediately.
Some people even reported the number of soldiers who died in the sneak attack by the Southern Dynasty army, and vowed to ask King Sheng to give them an explanation.
Sheng Qianmo slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were cold and gloomy. He lowered his eyes and quietly looked down at Shu Nuan lying at his feet. The next moment, he picked him up. He grabbed her slender neck with such force that he could easily break her neck and kill her.
Sheng Qianmo stared at her and asked calmly: "Which hand do you use to practice calligraphy?"
Shu Nuan replied numbly: "Right... hand..."
"You are a slave girl whose country has been subjugated. No matter how much you say, it is useless. Just like how well I treat you, you are just raising a white-eyed wolf." Sheng Qianmo finished this sentence in a straightforward manner with the utmost indifference.
The next moment, Shunuan screamed in extreme pain, and there was a click, and the bones in Shunuan's right hand were broken.
After Sheng Qianmo cut off her right hand, he threw her on the snow and ordered in a cold voice: "Lock her up and I will deal with her when she returns to Beicheng."
Just breaking one hand was an extremely light punishment for these soldiers, but they also heard King Sheng say that they would go back and deal with it, so they didn't say anything more.
After Sheng Qianmo got on the horse, Su Huangyi rode beside him and said with a faint smile: "You are never willing to take action."
Sheng Qianmo glanced at him coldly.
"It's just that her right hand was broken. If I tell you these people, Sheng Qianmo, how can you be so round?"
Sheng Qianmo: "I will take care of her when we get back."
Su Huang couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or something else in her eyes, she smiled lightly and said: "Sheng Qianmo, you already understand where she is coming from, and if you still fall into her hands, then you are even stupider than me. You... don't let your brothers look down on you."
After Su Huang finished speaking, without waiting for Sheng Qianmo's reply, he rode ahead on his horse.
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(You can see Uncle Sheng’s difficulties...