First-rank palace maid Su Jixiang

The next day we will set off for Beijing.

Emperor Jing, who had been living in fear and hardship since the beginning of his escape, felt that he could finally sleep peacefully.

The imperial edict from Emperor Longchang and the personal guards who escorted him to the capital had just arrived today. It was not until the imperial edict was read out that he finally felt relieved.

His life was saved!

At night, the lights in the prefectural mansion were turned on. Emperor Jing had just finished washing and lay down when he heard several loud noises coming from outside.

He jumped up from the bed reflexively and looked around in horror.

There was no one in the house, but there were figures moving around outside with messy footsteps.

"The fire is breaking!" someone shouted outside.

Lost?

Emperor Jing listened with his ears erect, and confirmed that the people outside were shouting like that. His pounding heart finally calmed down a little. Then he laughed, he really became a frightened bird. Now that he has surrendered, Emperor Longchang has issued an imperial decree to pardon him and conferred him the title of Wuwei Hou. Although this title doesn't sound good, it is a real marquis, which is an explanation to him. As long as he goes to the capital and tells Emperor Longchang where the treasure is hidden, he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Who would want to assassinate him? He no longer had to flee.

Soon, the door was pushed open, and a captain wearing Jinwu Guard armor strode in.

"Follow me!" he said in a muffled voice.

"Where are you going?" Emperor Jing was wearing thin clothes because he was going to bed.

It was freezing outside and he wanted to put on some thick clothes.

Ever since the Jinwu Guards arrived, he hasn't had even a servant by his side.

The Jinwu Guard threw a cloak over and said, "Put it on! There's a fire. Let's get out of the way first!"

Emperor Jing did not suspect anything and put on the cloak thrown on him.

This is the cloak of the Jinwu Guard.

After following the Jinwu Guard out of the room, he saw that the guard at the door was gone, and couldn't help asking, "Where is the guard?"

"Let's go put out the fire!" said the Jinwu Guard calmly.

The further Emperor Jing followed the Jinwu Guard, the more he felt strange it seemed.

"Where are we going?" He pulled his cloak tighter and asked with a frown. "Didn't we say we should take shelter?"

The Jinwu Guard said nothing, but turned around and looked at him coldly.

Emperor Jing was startled when he saw the eyes of the Jinwu Guard clearly. He was about to shout loudly but was slapped in the face.

When Emperor Jing woke up again, he was already in a dilapidated mountain temple.

He had apparently been taken out of Wucheng!

He was tied up, and there were two tablets on the shrine in the mountain temple.

There was a fire burning beside him, and with the light of the fire, Emperor Jing could clearly see the words on the tablet.

"The spirit tablet of my late father Wei Zhao"

"The spirit tablet of the unjustly killed member of the Wei family"

Emperor Jing suddenly felt cold all over...as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It was Wei Ling! It was Wei Ling who tied him up and brought him here!

He had long heard that Wei Ling had blew up the Mangshan Mine and rebelled, and later formed the Black Tiger Army and defected to the current Emperor Longchang.

Wei Ling's entire family was killed by him, so Emperor Jing was so scared that he almost wet his pants after seeing these two spirit tablets!

His eyes moved quickly...

"Awake?" A cold voice came from beside me.

Wei Ling walked in from outside the mountain temple. He had taken off the clothes of the Jinwu Guard and was dressed in black, like a Shura crawling out of hell.

There was a piece of white cloth tied on his forehead, probably in mourning for his father and family.

"Wei Ling! You can't kill me! Your master has already pardoned me!" Emperor Jing was horrified and wanted to stay away from Wei Ling, but he was tied up and couldn't move, so he could only hump on the ground!

"What does it have to do with me if he pardons you?" Wei Ling looked at Emperor Jing coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"How dare you disobey my order! Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?" Emperor Jing glared and bluffed.

"This isn't the first time I've disobeyed an imperial order. If I was afraid of being beheaded, I wouldn't be here." Wei Ling looked at him with disdain, then he knelt down in front of the spirit tablet and kowtowed respectfully, saying, "Father, mother, and all my relatives, today I will personally kill this beast in front of your spirit tablets to comfort your souls in heaven."

Wei Ling turned his eyes, and the pair of eyes that should have been shining with bright sunshine were now filled with wickedness and hatred.

He picked up the knife and cut at Emperor Jing's flesh. A piece of flesh was directly cut off by Wei Ling.

Emperor Jing cried out in pain.

"My father suffered this kind of pain when he was framed by you for treason and tortured to death. Did you feel it?" Wei Ling said as he kept moving the knife in his hand.

"As the Duke of Zhenguo, my Wei family has devoted themselves to Daxie for generations without any second thoughts. But you were accused of treason just because you said you were too successful." Wei Ling cut off a few more pieces of Emperor Jing's flesh, and Emperor Jing rolled his eyes in pain.

Wei Ling directly stuffed a ginseng into his mouth to keep him alive, and then poured cold water on him to sober him up.

"You let the executioner cut my father with more than 360 cuts. My father didn't even scream. In the end, the executioner couldn't bear it and directly cut my father's throat. Only then did you understand my father's pain. You can't bear it after just a few cuts?" Wei Ling was about to cut again.

"Wait, wait!" Emperor Jing had been spoiled since he was a prince. How could he withstand such torture?

His mentality collapsed.

"I'll give you a treasure in exchange for my life!" he shouted hoarsely.

"I will only spare your life if you can bring my family back to life!" Wei Ling said disdainfully.

"No! I really have treasures from the previous dynasty, it's true! Do you remember that after I ascended the throne, I once toured Jialing Mountain, which is less than 500 miles away from Mang Mountain?" Emperor Jing didn't care about anything else and said directly, "I just went to see the treasure! Please, as long as you are willing to let me go. I will tell you where the treasure is!"

"You're dreaming!" Wei Ling was not moved at all.

"Do you want to be emperor yourself?" Emperor Jing asked anxiously, "With that treasure and your army, you are more than capable of ruling a region. You no longer need to submit to Emperor Longchang!"

With a wave of his hand and a slash of knife, another large piece of blood and flesh fell to the ground.

Wei Ling didn't want to pay any attention to Emperor Jing at all.

There was some noise outside.

Wei Ling leaned down on the ground and listened.

It was the Jinwu Guards who discovered the traces and came looking for us!

When Emperor Jing saw Wei Ling's actions, he instantly realized that it was the Jinwu Guards who came to look for him. He immediately raised his voice and shouted, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his tongue was immediately cut by the dagger in Wei Ling's hand.

Emperor Jing almost fainted from the pain, and the ginseng in his mouth was spat out along with his blood and tongue.

He knew that he had no way to escape today, but his tongue was cut and he could only make a whistling sound with his throat, like a broken bellows.

In the firelight, Wei Ling's face flickered. He seemed not to be disturbed by the Jinwu Guards who came to find him. He just looked at Emperor Jing and said word by word, "My father took 360 cuts in his life. If I cut you one less, I would be sorry to my father!" His eyes were bloodthirsty and a little crazy... It was chilling.