Remarry 9,000 Years Old

For a moment, Pingyuan Hou couldn't even believe his ears.

Insulting the prince? Cursing the emperor? Each of these is a serious crime punishable by beheading!

Did God see that his first half of life was too smooth, so he deliberately created some obstacles to make things difficult for him?

He had been a favored child since childhood. His father had no other legitimate sons, so he made him inherit the title at an early age.

If there is one thing in life that I am not very proud of, it is that I have an uncle who is younger than me but is better than me in everything.

It didn't matter when Ning Su was still in the mansion earlier, because he was a legitimate prince, and later he would be a legitimate marquis.

But ever since Ning Su became the confidant of Emperor Ming and his high position in the court suddenly became higher than his, he always felt oppressed and inferior.

Although he appears to be aware of the current situation, he is always unwilling to accept it in his heart.

Unfortunately, this young uncle was extremely cunning and hard to figure out. He had tried to test him secretly, but every time he felt like he was hitting cotton.

So I always want to bring him down, but I never have the chance.

Until the day of his son's wedding, Ning Su, who thought he would die alone, actually agreed to marry Shen Nanqiao, who was originally his daughter-in-law.

Things get interesting.

When an indestructible person starts to have weaknesses, it becomes easier to control him.

Who would have thought that before his grand plan could be implemented, a fire broke out in the backyard.

"Jingyi? Are you okay? Does your stomach hurt?" Ning Ziyu, who arrived shortly after, shouted, "Hurry up and call a doctor. Are you all dead?"

Marquis Pingyuan stared at the little prince who seldom appeared in front of him. This giant Buddha could not be invited by ordinary people.

If someone said that what happened today had nothing to do with Ning Su, he would not believe it at all.

"I am terrified. I don't know what the prince meant by that."

He is a seasoned man. When he doesn't understand what is going on, Tai Chi is the best way.

But the little prince has been following Ning Su for many years, and he is not an easy person to deal with.

He glanced at Pingyuan Hou who was kneeling on the ground and spoke calmly.

"Every family has conflicts in the inner house and backyards. I have also encountered conflicts in the palace." He looked at Ning Ziyu and Shen Jingyi in the distance with disdain, "But this is the first time I have heard of someone like yours daring to insult the current emperor and empress."

He signaled to the factory guards to take the rag off Shen Jingyi's mouth.

"Marquis Pingyuan, can you ask your son's aunt if she dares to repeat what she said to me?"

Having said that, there is no need to verify the truth anymore.

Although the prince is young, he knows what is important and will never speak without thinking.

No matter how this set was made, it was a foregone conclusion that Shen Jingyi had fallen into a trap.

A smile uglier than crying appeared at the corner of Pingyuan Hou's lips.

"I am truly ashamed for my poor discipline and for offending the emperor's majesty."

A look of sudden enlightenment immediately appeared on the prince's handsome face.

"No wonder the emperor always asked me to learn how these old ministers speak. It turns out that they are good at smoothing things over."

The prince's ridicule was about to burst out, but at this moment, no one dared to act rashly.

Pingyuan Hou was thinking quickly about countermeasures.

His own son is a hopeless person. Although he is in his prime, his current position is mostly due to his uncle.

Emperor Ming favored Ning Su, but he had already reached the highest position among the ministers and there was no room for promotion, so he had no choice but to show his love for Ning Su and let the Pingyuan Marquis' Mansion share some benefits.

If Ning Su has already had doubts about the mansion now, then the most urgent task is to train a new successor.

Ning Ziyu was a hopeless case, so the grandson in Shen Jingyi's belly became his hope.

Thinking of this, he immediately kowtowed to the prince.

"She is a pregnant woman after all. She can't stand the guards' actions. If anything happens to her, it will be her own fault..." Pingyuan Hou said while looking at the prince's face, "but it will be bad for the prince's reputation if it gets out."

The prince chuckled.

"I act according to the law. Am I afraid of being criticized behind my back? What Marquis Pingyuan is saying is that there is something wrong with the laws of our Great Chu?"

Marquis Pingyuan was so anxious that he was sweating all over his forehead. Why was the prince so uncooperative?

Just at this moment, Ning Su walked out of the house. He looked at the people below with an expressionless face.

"You haven't finished the one hundred blows yet? Do you want me to teach you again?"

The two factory guards in charge of the execution were so frightened that they turned pale and dragged Shen Jingyi over to beat her again.

Pingyuan Hou gritted his teeth.

"There was once a red-lettered iron certificate left by Emperor Taizu in the mansion, which can save the lives of unworthy descendants."

Ning Su narrowed his eyes slightly, and even the prince looked serious.

"Do you really want to use it here?" Ning Su stroked the ring on his hand and reminded him slowly, "This is the golden medal of immunity from death passed down from our ancestors. There is only one such medal in the whole mansion."

Pingyuan Hou knew it very well, but he had no choice at this time.

"My nephew has made up his mind. I hope the prince and uncle will show mercy."

Ning Su shrugged.

"Although you are the head of Pingyuan Marquis's Mansion, you are not the only one among the old marquis' descendants."

The prince pretended to be confused.

"Besides, aren't these things used to rescue our own children? Your family is so kindhearted that even my aunt can use the heirloom."

Pingyuan Hou's face looked terrible at this point, it was grayish green, and people were worried that he might faint on the spot.

Ning straightened his expression and acted like an elder.

"You are not the only one who can decide to use the Red Book and Iron Certificate. Call the clan leader and the people from the second and third branches and ask them if they are willing to do so."

Pingyuan Hou thought to himself that this was not good. He originally thought that he could use it without anyone noticing. By the time other people found out, it would be a done deal and they wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

But Ning Su wants to gather everyone to make a decision, which is not easy to do.

However, at this moment he was in a dilemma and had no other choice but to stammer.

"It will take at least tomorrow to gather everyone together, so for now..."

Ning Su looked at the little prince, and the prince suddenly had an inspiration and cleared his throat.

"According to the laws of the Great Chu State, anyone who starts cursing will be beaten with ten sticks. Why don't you beat this little one first?" He then asked the executioner, "How many strokes did you get just now?"

"Reply to the prince, I gave him three strokes of the cane."

Pingyuan Hou got the step and hurriedly crawled over on his knees.

"Then give it another seven blows, and we'll figure out the rest later."

Shen Jingyi heard this in a daze and was so scared that she grabbed Ning Ziyu's sleeve.

"I am less than three months pregnant. If I were to be beaten with seven sticks, I'm afraid there would be two deaths."

Ning Ziyu was also at a loss and looked at Pingyuan Hou helplessly.

Marquis Pingyuan knew that he had to let the prince vent his anger today, otherwise there would be endless troubles after returning to the palace.

He gritted his teeth.

"Husband and wife are one. The husband can take the responsibility for the wife's mistakes. Can we let the child take the blame?"

Ning Ziyu, who was originally hugging Shen Jingyi on the ground, suddenly looked up. What did he just hear?

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Ning Ziyu: What the hell? So I am just a useful tool?

Pingyuan Hou: You either go up and take off your pants and get beaten, or I will find a stepmother to give you a younger brother. You have to choose one.

Ning Su [to Shen Nanqiao]: Look, your husband is helping you vent your anger.