The cruel little princess

Fu Junhua spoke with saliva flying everywhere, and every word he said was full of the determination to not give up until he achieved his goal.

He looked like a loyal servant who would give up everything for his master and was arguing for his rights.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin's expression was already stern, and this unreasonable shouting made him feel furious.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin snorted coldly, the sound it made was like the collision of ice chips, revealing his full indignation: "Impossible!

As the saying goes, if you don’t want others to know, don’t do it yourself.

This dirty thing was not forced by my princess to do. It is absolutely impossible for her to apologize for no reason. Please stop making trouble here!"

His Royal Highness Prince Jin's brocade robe fluttered gently in the wind, but the chill emanating from his body seemed enough to freeze someone to death. His upright posture exuded dignity and an air of inviolability.

Seeing this, Fu Junhua seemed to be completely enraged. He turned around suddenly and rushed towards the guard standing behind him with lightning speed.

He stretched out his big hand and pulled out a long sword from the guard's hand with a "swish". The cold and sharp sword reflected his twisted and resolute face.

He just raised his arm, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at His Royal Highness Prince Jin and his wife!

His body was slightly arched, showing an attitude of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, willing to protect Her Royal Highness the Princess even at the cost of his own life!

It seemed as if at this moment, he had transformed into the lone hero of the Qinglong Kingdom, and the loyal and brave image of "Lord Fu" was firmly established, but in fact he was just playing with fire and getting burned.

"Protect the prince!" An Yi's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw this sudden change. He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice like a loud bell, instantly breaking the tense silence around him.

In an instant, the guards of the Azure Dragon Kingdom had not yet reacted, while on the side of the Golden Dragon Kingdom there was a burst of "swish" sounds.

The guards and secret guards around were like well-trained cheetahs, agile and swift. They all drew their weapons, and the shining sword tips were like a jungle flashing with cold light, pointing at Fu Junhua without deviation.

All of them had tense postures, like a strong bow with a fully drawn string, their muscles were tense, their teeth were clenched, and their minds were in an extremely tense state. As long as there was the slightest movement, they would pounce like an arrow from a bow.

"Fu Junhua, you are so bold! Do you really think that I am helpless against all my tolerance towards you?"

His Royal Highness Prince Jin's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of coldness flashed in the depths of his eyes. His gaze swept towards An Yi and An Er like lightning, and he gave them a look without saying a word. There was instruction and tacit understanding hidden in that look.

An Yi stood still like a wooden sculpture, not moving an inch.

But An Er understood what he meant, and he moved forward like a ghost, with light steps, and arrived in front of Fu Junhua in a few strides.

Before Fu Junhua could react, An Er suddenly attacked, and his hand was like an iron clamp, locking Fu Junhua's sword-holding wrist.

An Er exerted a little force and Fu Junhua felt pain, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang. Then, An Er swept his leg cleanly and pressed Fu Junhua to the ground. He lay there in a mess, with dust on his face.

"Qinglong State's Fu Junhua, who dared to assassinate the prince, must be executed!"

An Er's face was filled with murderous intent. He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice resounding all around, startling the birds on the branches and scattering them. "Someone, take him away!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand behind him, signaling his men to come forward.

"Wait!"

Princess Fukang was still immersed in the panic and despair of losing her virginity, but at this moment she seemed to be brought back to her senses by this shout.

She knew that losing her virginity was an established fact and could not be changed no matter what, but she could not let her own person be sacrificed here!

Thoughts raced through her mind, quickly weighing the pros and cons. She took a few steps forward, bowed gracefully to His Royal Highness Prince Jin, and said softly, "Your Highness Prince Jin, even when two countries are at war, they still don't execute envoys!

Furthermore, our peace talks have barely begun and have aborted. If you were to casually execute my men, and word of it were to spread, it would damage Your Highness's reputation. It's neither moral nor logical, is it?! Furthermore, how could someone in such a sacred Buddhist place be allowed to take someone's life?!"

She spoke earnestly, with pleading expression in her eyes and eyebrows.

"Is this the morality of Qinglong Country?

Drawing a sword against our prince?!"

Shen Youyou stood aside, looking at Princess Fukang's appearance, and rolled her eyes without disguising it. She cursed in her heart that she was such a hypocrite, but her face still maintained that cold and arrogant look.

Thinking that he had to do the whole act, he deliberately dragged out his tone and said slowly: "But..."

Shen Youyou paused, her eyes sweeping across everyone's faces before continuing, "Princess Fukang is right about one thing. This place is a sacred place for Buddhism, and it has always been wary of bloodshed!

In that case, I'll give him a hundred lashes, so that everyone else can see what happens if he dares to act wildly here, and serve as a warning to others!"

"One hundred lashes?! If he doesn't die, he'll at least lose half his life! Besides, Master Fu is already weak..."

The guards of Qinglong Kingdom were whispering to each other, their faces full of worry and fear.

But due to the situation, they did not dare to protest loudly and could only stare at Princess Fukang, hoping that she could save Fu Junhua again.

Fu Junhua looked up at the scene and was so anxious that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He kept shouting in his heart: "Oh my God!

Princess, please don't block me from getting beaten at this critical moment. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

We can’t just let it get messed up like this!”

His thoughts turned, and his expression instantly changed. He straightened his back, puffed out his chest, and looked heroic, ready to die. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Princess, please don't try to persuade me!

I, Fu, have always been upright and honest!

What happens today concerns the reputation of our Qinglong Nation. We would rather die than not save the reputation of our Qinglong Nation!

We must not let other countries look down on us!"

The voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word was full of righteousness, as if he was not a person about to face severe punishment, but a heroic martyr who was about to go to the battlefield and sacrifice his life for his country.

Princess Fukang couldn't help but feel her eyes red when she saw Fu Junhua like this, and her heart was filled with emotion.

My thoughts drifted back to the past. Fu Junhua was always loyal and devoted to me, and now he stood up to defend the reputation of the Qinglong Kingdom.

But she was not confused. She regained her rationality and knew that Lord Fu had done this to protect her and maintain the dignity of the Qinglong Kingdom.

But it is certain that he impulsively drew his sword against Prince Jin and his wife in public. This was a reckless act and a serious taboo that no one could easily brush off.

After thinking about this, Princess Fukang bit her lip, swallowed her words of plea, and said no more. She just stood aside silently, watching with a complicated expression.

"Take him away! Execute him!"

An Er's face was stern and he gave orders without mercy. With a wave of his hand, several guards rushed forward like wolves pouncing on their prey, picked up Fu Junhua and dragged him out.

An Er followed quickly behind to arrange the execution, his back revealing an unquestionable murderous aura.

After a while, outside the quiet courtyard, there was a sudden "whoosh" sound of sticks being swung and hitting the air, and each blow seemed to hit people's hearts.

Immediately afterwards, "Ah! Ah!" shrill screams pierced the sky, each one more tragic than the last. The sound was full of pain and suffering, and it became even more creepy as the sticks rose and fell rhythmically.

In the blink of an eye, the hundred strokes of the cane were over, and the guards dragged Fu Junhua back like a dead dog, with his lower body covered in blood and scars.

Fu Junhua's face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat dripping down his face. He was breathing in less than he was breathing out, and his whole body was limp. His clothes were soaked in blood and sweat, and he looked extremely miserable. There was no trace of his previous tough look.

Princess Fukang was already filled with anger, shame and annoyance, and now seeing Fu Junhua's miserable condition, she blamed everything on Prince Jin and his wife.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at Prince Jin and his wife viciously, squeezing out a few words from between her teeth: "Let's go!" Her eyes were as if she wanted to eat someone, revealing deep resentment.

Then, she turned her head suddenly and saw Cui Liu kneeling on the ground. Her anger surged up again and she shouted angrily, "Are you dead?

Don't you know to come and support this princess?"

Cui Liu was so frightened that she shuddered and wiped her tears hurriedly. She endured the pain in her leg and stood up tremblingly. She limped and stumbled to Princess Fukang and carefully supported her.

When I first came here, there was a huge crowd and a lot of fanfare. The procession was huge and showed the might of the Qinglong Kingdom. Everyone looked proud.

Now when we go back, we are like eggplants hit by frost, dejected, with hurried and heavy steps. We no longer have the energy and spirit we had when we came here, and we are so low-key that we are almost dejected. Our figures are walking away in the darkness, leaving behind only silence and loneliness along the way.