The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Minglang is like an evil ghost strolling out of hell, wearing a flawless human skin mask, but unable to change the evil in his bones.

"What do you want to do? You won't really kill me, will you? I am your mother's biological sister. You are so young and cannot bear the reputation of a parricide. Your mother will not agree."

Minglang walked casually to his uncle's side, squatted down and turned to look at Aunt Duan Ning.

"Do you think I'm a good person, Aunt?"

The Queen Mother killed her father at the age of twenty, so what's wrong with her killing her parents at the age of fifteen?

Look how much she resembles the Queen Mother.

"When those girls were struggling and begging for mercy, weren't you quick to kill them? Why are you so scared when it's your turn?"

Minglang slowly squatted down and began to take the last fingerprint of the day.

"It's just a matter of life and death. Don't be afraid, auntie. You won't be alone on the road to the underworld. The girls are waiting for you down there."

When Minglang said this, he clearly felt his uncle's fingers twitching.

Oh, you’re awake.

Minglang pretended not to know. After pressing his fingerprints, he silently broke his uncle's five fingers.

"Ahhhh-"

Listening to the screams in the cell, Minglang withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

"Master Fei, all three of these men should be skinned alive and cut into hundreds of pieces. Send them to the homes of the women they abused as a form of comfort. Invite the lord who was at court this morning to oversee the execution."

After leaving the cell with the confession letter with his fingerprints on it, Minglang found a Feng Shui good spot and started his own creation.

Instead of wasting time talking to them and forcing them to confess, Minglang simply wrote their confessions himself when there was irrefutable evidence.

Since it concerns the dignity of the royal family, no one dares to adulterate the collected evidence. What's more, there are poor women whose identities cannot be traced and no one remembers them even after their death.

Minglang had just finished grinding the ink when he heard a mixture of insults and pleas for mercy coming from the cell. The sounds disappeared soon and were replaced by painful whimpers.

His mouth must have been covered.

"Your Highness, ordinary ministers are not allowed to enter the dungeon of Qingyu Pavilion without the order of Your Majesty. I beg Your Highness to forgive me. I cannot allow others to witness the execution."

Understandably, Minglang didn't say much.

"Master Fei, come and see how I write here?"

Minglang handed the confession letter he had just written quickly to Feihe. Feihe didn't expect that His Highness was so fast. He had just seen His Highness start grinding ink.

After Fei He picked up the confession that His Highness had just written and read it, he couldn't help but sigh: "Your Highness wrote it very comprehensively, it's more than enough."

Minglang did not feel proud at all when she heard Master Fei's recognition. Instead, she was satisfied with the supernatural skills she had mastered over the years after being ordered by the Queen Mother to write apologies for her mistakes.

It's all the result of practice. In the past, Xiang Ke was ignorant and whenever she made mistakes in the palace, she would feel aggrieved when she was scolded. Ming Lang couldn't stand it any more and took the blame for her several times. After writing a few letters of apology, she gained experience.

The subsequent letters of apology to Ke all had a bright tone.

Not to mention that the evidence against Qingyu Pavilion and the minister this morning was already so conclusive that even copying it would be faster than writing a letter of apology to Xiang Ke.

There were three confessions in total. Minglang finished writing them quickly and stood up to say goodbye to Master Fei.

"I'll go back and report to the Queen Mother first. Master Lao Fei is here."

Qingyu Pavilion was originally Fei He's territory. Even if Ming Lang hadn't said this, Fei He would have to stay and watch these people finish their punishment.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. I will personally supervise the execution."

When Minglang left the dungeon, she could still vaguely hear a few faint whimpers, but she did not want to witness the bloody scene.

Although Minglang had never been to Qingyu Pavilion before, he had heard rumors about it.

No prisoner who entered the Qingyu Pavilion could die with his body intact.

She still had to accompany the Empress Dowager for dinner in the evening, so she didn't want to affect her appetite.

After returning to the palace and sitting in the sedan chair, Minglang lowered his head and smelled his body. He seemed to be stained with blood after staying in the dungeon for a long time. The queen mother would not like it if he went in like this.

Minglang thought about it, put the prince away, and went to the side hall of the Yangxin Palace first.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, I headed towards the main hall.

"Your son pays homage to the Queen Mother. Long live the Queen Mother."

Liang Chongyue had been waiting for Minglang since she left Qingyu Pavilion. When he smelled the faint scent of soapberry on her, Liang Chongyue's nose felt a little more comfortable.

"Queen Mother, this is the confession of those people."

Liang Chongyue took the confession letter handed to her by Minglang and glanced through it. She knew it was written by Minglang. Neither Duan Ning nor her husband had such literary talent, and Duan Ning's disappointing son had even less.

"Very good, you did a good job. There's nothing else for you to do right now, so go and have fun."

Minglang handled the matter very well, and Liang Chongyue saw the contrasting side of Minglang in the panel.

Her good baby changed outside, but no matter what Minglang became, she was still her precious daughter.

"Yes, then I will withdraw first."

Minglang was still thinking about having some more fun in the capital with Jiang Jiaoyun and the others.

After setting off for the Western Regions, there will be fewer days of such unbridled play.

Liang Chongyue knew what she was thinking. Children always love to play, and Liang Chongyue didn't want to disturb the child's happy time. Looking at Minglang's back as he left, Liang Chongyue flipped through the confession letters handed to her by Minglang. Each page was written very clearly, and the crimes of this family were clearly stated.

Each one of them is enough to kill his entire family a hundred times, which is enough to intimidate those old guys for a while.

When the time comes for Minglang to lead his army to war, those old guys won’t dare to say a word.

Putting Minglang's written confession aside, Liang Chongyue stood up and walked to the sand table placed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. His fingertips ran across the bumps on the sand table, manipulating the flags on it to encircle several small countries in the west. During this time, Liang Chongyue already had a strategy in his mind.

The system organized the tactics that Minglang and the others had discussed that night and sent them to Liang Chongyue. After Liang Chongyue read them, he used all the military books the children had learned, but they still lacked practical experience, and some things were not considered carefully.

While watching, Liang Chongyue really wanted to give them some advice, but she thought that children always have to grow up, and handing ready-made things to children would miss the process of children's own growth.

Frustration is also experience, an indispensable part of the road to success, and the cornerstone of a bright future.

She would not interfere, but she would fully staff the children and try to reduce the cost of trial and error for the children. After all, there would definitely be casualties in war. She wanted the children to gain experience, and she did not want her soldiers to die in the Western Regions because of this matter.