Hearing the sound, another soldier came in immediately.
The soldier ignored Chen'er, the real emperor, and instead looked directly at Zhuge Weiming and bowed slightly, "Your Majesty."
Zhuge Weiming didn't even look at the soldier, and still looked at Chen'er with a sneer on his face.
"Is that person dead?" The sarcastic voice was full of pride.
Chen'er's heart suddenly tightened when she heard this, and her childish little face instantly turned red with anger.
When the soldier heard this, he immediately bowed and said, "No."
Upon hearing this, Zhuge Weiming's originally proud face suddenly turned gloomy. He turned around and slapped the soldier in the middle.
The loud slap sound was particularly harsh on the quiet blade.
The soldier was slapped to the ground by Zhuge Weiming. Not only was his right cheek red and swollen, but there was also a trace of bright red blood flowing from the corner of his lip.
"A bunch of trash." Zhuge Weiming glared at the soldiers with a sinister look on his face, full of anger.
Seeing that Zhuge Weiming was angry, the soldier ignored his dizziness and immediately got up from the ground. He said in panic, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Although the man is not dead, he is almost alive. If the Prince wants him to die, then the little one is dead." Go kill him now." If he had known that the prince wanted him to die, he wouldn't have tortured him and just killed him.
"I dare." Chen'er immediately became angry when he heard this, and kicked the soldier to the ground again.
"Ouch." Because he was young, Chen'er's kick directly hit the softest part between the soldier's legs. The soldier was so painful that he rolled on the ground holding his baby.
Seeing Chen'er's anger, Zhuge Weiming lost his temper. He put on a proud expression and looked at the soldier who was sweating in pain on the ground and said, "Who said that I want to beg him to die? I am begging him to live now. Since he doesn't If he likes to eat, then give me the whip three times a day to serve him, and don’t let him die. If he dies, we will all be buried with him."
Hearing the deliberately emphasized word "burial", the soldier immediately endured the severe pain and got up from the ground and bowed, "I will definitely greet him well." As the soldier said this, a hint of darkness flashed in his lowered eyes. A cruel cold light. Tomorrow he almost lost his descendants because of him. Why didn't he greet him well? He couldn't kill him so easily.