After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

Xu Lanxin lay on the ground like a dead dog, covering her strangled neck and breathing hard. She was just a little bit away from death.

Then, she heard Zhong Ning say coldly: "What you care about most is your man and your son!"

Zhong Ning stretched out one hand towards the bed and used his inner strength to remove the golden needle that had been inserted into Prince Murong Fu's body.

The blood-love Gu suddenly felt as if it had been pardoned. Under the stimulation of the Gu-inducing incense, it kept running wildly along Murong Fu's tendons and veins!

Murong Fu screamed in pain!

Xu Lanxin didn't care about herself and rushed directly towards Murong Fu, "My son..."

Fu Rongjun felt bad seeing his wife and children in such pain. He was about to plead for mercy when he saw a white silk suddenly emerge from Zhong Ning's sleeves, which bound his hands and feet tightly and hung him directly on the beam of the palace.

The sudden appearance of the body hanging in the air made Fu Rongjun scream in fear.

Emperor Yong instinctively wanted to stop it.

After all, this was someone of the same generation as him and also his old friend.

But Zhong Ning said angrily with a gloomy face, "I believe that the fact that I was forced to leave the palace at a young age and suffered such hardships in the first half of my life is closely related to Duke Ying's wolfish ambitions, his indulgence in the inner chambers, and his inaction!"

Emperor Yong suddenly fell silent.

"Duke Ying, as a subject, you attempted treason and committed insubordination. As a husband, you deceived your wife, causing endless trouble. As a father, you failed to protect your children (here referring to the original body that was swapped and Shen Yan)."

"Because of your evil ambitions, I have been living among the common people for fifteen years. Because of your betrayal, Shen Yan has lived a lonely life for fifteen years. Now, I will give you thirty lashes to end this hatred!"

After saying that, Zhong Ning pulled out the nine-section whip hidden at his waist and started whipping Fu Rongjun fiercely...

Each blow was carried out with internal force, and Fu Rongjun was beaten so hard that his whole body was stinging and bleeding.

Everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

Perhaps he didn't expect Zhong Ning to be able to fight, or perhaps he didn't expect Zhong Ning's methods to be so cruel. He said he would take revenge without waiting even for a moment.

Xu Lanxin was just worrying about where her son was injured and why he was in so much pain, when she turned around and saw the man she had loved for half her life being hung on the beam and beaten by Zhong Ning.

She screamed in pain and rushed to Zhong Ning again, trying to snatch the whip from him, but was slapped away by Zhong Ning.

Two daggers flew out of his sleeves and nailed Xu Lanxin to the wall. Her shoulders were stabbed and blood gushed out all over the floor.

Inside the palace, cries of pain were heard one after another.

On one hand, Murong Fu could not bear the poisonous insects running around in his body, and on the other hand, Fu Rongjun was whipped all over his body.

On the other side, Fu Ying was crying with tears in her eyes. She knelt in front of her and kept pleading for her parents.

Fu Lin, on the other hand, sat there blankly, silent.

He was shocked by everything that happened today. He never thought that his family was so bold as to dare to replace the prince.

I also didn't expect that Princess Zhaohua's methods were so fierce, no less than those of men.

Even he didn't dare to move forward even a little bit at this moment.

After whipping him about thirty times, Zhong Ning felt that he had let out a little bit of energy, so he stopped what he was doing and used his internal force like a knife to let down the Duke of England, Fu Rongjun, from the beam.

He then inserted the golden needle back into Murong Fu's body, saving his life.

Emperor Yong allowed her to vent without saying a word the entire time.

The queen wanted to stop him, but was forced back by Zhong Ning's cold eyes.

Finally, after Zhong Ning finally stopped what he was doing and saved the prince's life, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There was actually a hint of relief in his eyes when he looked at Zhong Ning.

"What are you looking at me for?" Zhong Ning said with a smile, "I'm not someone without sense of propriety. The prince can't die right now!"

"My son is absolutely right. The Crown Prince is a matter of national importance. It is not the time to deal with him yet!" Emperor Yong echoed.

"Besides that, we still have a debt to settle with Nanzhao!" Zhong Ning looked at Emperor Yong with a gleaming gaze.

"Your Majesty, I beg for your permission! Please issue an edict to reprimand the Princess of Nanzhao for secretly plotting against our Crown Prince, putting him in imminent danger. Also, order the Marquis of Pingning, the commander-in-chief guarding the southern border, to announce your majesty's order to the world and march into Nanzhao to wipe out the threat posed by Dayong!"

"This..." Emperor Yong hesitated. War between two countries is no small matter!

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's affair cannot be concealed for long. If Nanzhao attacks the Crown Prince and does not retaliate, the other kingdoms will think that everyone in Great Yong is vulnerable!"

"I'm just worried that the Northern Di and Southern Zhao will unite and attack our Great Yong from both sides!"

What Emperor Yong actually wanted to say was, what did you do last night that you forgot?

You have brought the Seventh Prince of Beidi and the Princess of Nanzhao into the same bed. They are destined to be married. Wouldn't it be disadvantageous to Dayong if you start a war now?

"Your Majesty, rest assured. I, your son, am willing to go to the Sifang Guildhall on your behalf and reprimand the Nanzhao Princess for her ambition to deceive the Crown Prince. I will make Nanzhao's intentions known to the world."

"As for the Northern Di, I have my own way to deal with it. I will make it impossible for them to unite and turn against each other. Your Majesty can rest assured!" Zhong Ning said in a calm tone, with confidence.

"Then I will wait patiently for good news from my son!" Emperor Yong finished speaking, then added, "Come here, the Duke of Ying has deceived the emperor and defrauded him. We have stripped him of his title, sealed his gates, imprisoned his entire clan, and confiscated all their property and exterminated their entire family!"

"No, no." Upon hearing this, Xu Lanxin immediately retorted, "Your Majesty, you just said that you would spare my child's life!"

Emperor Yong looked at her, his voice icy cold: "Didn't I tell you that the Crown Prince is fine? Besides, you asked me to spare your child, but when have you ever spared my child?"

"She's still alive, isn't she?" Xu Lanxin pointed in Zhong Ning's direction, glaring with bloodshot eyes and sternly said, "Your Majesty, your words are not joking!"

Emperor Yong tapped the edge of the dragon throne with his fingers and looked at Xu Lanxin as if he was looking at a dead person.

Then, his gaze turned to the British citizen Fu Rongjun, who had never defended himself from beginning to end.

It’s funny to think that the two of them were close friends who grew up together, but now they have become like this.

"Duke Yingguo, do you have anything else to say?" Emperor Yong closed his eyes and asked, trying to comfort himself that this was a last chance for him to appeal because of their past friendship.

Fu Rongjun's drooping expression suddenly froze, and then he raised his eyes and looked at Emperor Yong, only to see that his former most trusted friend had now become a king who was very secretive and could not be easily offended.

How similar is his ruthlessness to that of the late emperor?

Thinking of this, Fu Rongjun laughed softly.

As she laughed, her eyes gradually turned red.

"Your Majesty, I will leave it to you!" Fu Rongjun replied loudly. Since he dared to do that thing, he had already prepared for failure.