Quick wear: Boss, he always likes her

Wei Jing directly sent them to the palace, intending to teach them a lesson.

Of course she wanted to kill them in her heart, but she also knew that if she killed them, it would not be something that could be solved by killing two or three ministers with a stick.

If the Wei Dynasty had no heir, not only would the court be in turmoil, but the surrounding small countries and tribes would probably be unable to hold back their troops.

Tingqiao was also introduced to the palace. Except for the foolish third prince, all the princes and princesses were there.

Wei Jing glanced at the person kneeling below. The torture during this period of time had made her face look ugly, and she had aged dozens of years.

She is no longer what she used to be, and she no longer looks scary.

The people kneeling below were not only no longer afraid of panic, but also ambitious to take their place.

Wei Jing sneered, "Why, do you all want to come up and sit in my position?"

Naturally, no one would accept this.

Otherwise, I will be the first person to be held accountable today.

Although they are princes and princesses, they still have to bow before the supreme imperial power.

But they all know that the day when that position will change hands is coming soon.

Wei Jing didn't need them to answer. She brought them into the palace just to teach them all a lesson.

"I have been feeling very unwell these past few days, and none of you unfilial sons have come to the palace to see me. I am also feeling very uncomfortable now."

Everyone was silent, but they already guessed in their hearts that the empress planned to punish them for being unfilial.

Why not enter the palace? It's not because Wei Jing told them not to enter the palace before. There was no news about them in the palace, so how could they take the initiative to enter the palace?

Wei Jing said coldly: "So I want to punish you a little, lest you forget to fulfill your filial piety as a son of man!"

"Come here! Drag some of them down and give them twenty sticks, and then they will be confined in the house for two months to reflect on themselves!"

She refused to spare anyone, even Tingqiao.

Tingqiao had guessed that something was wrong before he came, so he drank a bowl of ginseng soup first. Anyway, nothing good happened every time he entered the palace. It would be better if he had the ginseng soup to support him.

Wei Heng's and others' expressions changed. Both punishments were intolerable to them.

What's more serious is the confinement at the back...

But it was impossible for them to resist because Wei Jing showed "filial piety".

If they don't deserve this punishment, I'm afraid someone will accuse them of being unfilial tomorrow.

So everyone took the beating bravely, and Wei Ning, who was slightly weaker, burst into tears soon. Tingqiao also pretended to cry, and Wei Jia also sobbed softly.

Wei Heng, Wei Ming, Wei Yu and the others gritted their teeth and held on.

This twenty-score rod is not an ordinary rod.

The people in the palace are used to beatings, and they know what kind of force can seriously injure someone to death within twenty strokes. They also know what kind of force can make someone look seriously injured but not actually serious.

But with the empress watching, who dares to let go?

The person in charge of the staff didn't dare to be soft at all. If they were gentle, they might be pressed on it and beaten later.

So now these princes and princesses have all received heavy sticks, but they have not yet reached the point of death.

Wei Jing drank tea while listening to the sound.

This is how it should be, let them take a good look at who this Wei Tian is!

After the punishment with the stick, the princes and princesses were helped back to the palace to kneel down by the palace attendants. Tingqiao, who was "frail", reluctantly knelt down with the help of the palace attendants.

Wei Jing glanced at them, feeling a lot lighter in her heart. She put down the tea cup and said with a smile: "I am doing it for you guys. If this unfilial reputation spreads, I don't know what the world will think of it." How many of you are there?"

The people below all lowered their heads, "I thank your Majesty."

I don’t know whether it includes gratitude or not.

"Okay," Wei Jing waved her hand as if to shoo away flies, "Go back home and reflect on yourself. If I find out that you have been 'unfilial' again, it won't just be like today."

"Yes--"

When they came out, everyone's expressions were not very good.

But the consolation is that everyone was punished.

The few people didn't want to laugh at each other at the palace gate. After all, their buttocks still hurt, so they should go back home to treat their injuries first.

By the way, due to the injury to my buttocks, I couldn't sit in the carriage, so I had to lie down. Fortunately, their carriages were very large.

The carriage hurried back to the house. Tingqiao was carried directly into the house. Several others were in the same situation. Wei Ning even fainted on the way.

Tingqiao was sent back to the room with her eyes closed. At this time, she was still distracted and thinking that Shiqing seemed to have received twenty sticks at the beginning, and now it was her turn...

Lying on the bed, she quietly let the doctor check her pulse. Before returning home, someone had already rushed back to the house early for the doctor to prepare.

I have to say, it really hurts. Tingqiao frowned fiercely.

At this time, she heard the sound of running towards her, so she looked outside and saw the familiar robe of the person coming.

Pei Shiqing approached with difficulty, her robes looked a little embarrassed from running over in a hurry, and he called her in a low voice: "Your Highness..."

He never expected that she would be carried back seriously injured. She was a princess after all, but the empress would treat her like this...

After the doctor prescribed the medicine and asked the others to go to the kitchen to boil the medicine, everyone waiting in the room wisely left.

Pei Shiqing was the only one left in the room. He sat down on the side of the bed and put a hand on her shoulder, "...Your Highness, does it hurt?"

The hatred for the empress surged out again, but at the moment it was more about pity for Tingqiao, wishing that he himself was injured and lying on this bed at this moment.

But he can't do anything now.

Even if he had a plan, he wouldn't be able to move Wei Jing to avenge her for a while.

Tingqiao pursed his lips and said, "Of course it hurts, but the doctor just made me drink a bowl of soup, which relieved it a little bit."

His fingers curled up, and then he couldn't help but lean down and lean on her shoulder, his breathing right next to her ear.

"I want to accompany His Highness in pain..."

Wait, Tingqiao hesitated, "You don't want someone to give you twenty sticks, do you?"

"..."

"..."

Tingqiao was speechless for a moment, and even forgot most of the pain on his body.

"Give me your hand," she said.

He obediently handed over his hand.

Tingqiao took a hard bite.

"Okay, the pain is passed on to you."

Oh, really, this is the first time she has been so childish with someone like this.