The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

Jiang Wumei was startled and lowered her head, but met An'er's slightly nervous gaze.

"What's wrong, An'er?"

Jiang Wumei's eyebrows jumped, and she suddenly realized that Xiao Tong's treatment just now was too bloody and might have scared the child.

Ignoring the constant kowtows in front of her, Jiang Wumei squatted down and looked carefully into An'er's eyes, soothing him softly:

“Are you scared?

Can Mother take you away?"

An'er held Jiang Wumei's hand tightly, her innocent and clear round eyes full of nervousness:

"Mother, does Father really want to pull out their tongues and chop off their hands?"

Jiang Wumei pursed her lips and asked tentatively:

"An'er wants to plead for them?"

These three people in front of them dared to approach and tease the mother and son even though they knew that they were of noble status. They must have bullied many common girls by relying on their status.

The order Xiao Tong just gave was just to eliminate harm for the people, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But this was An'er's first time facing a bloody execution. Jiang Wumei was worried that if she didn't guide him well, he would start to treat human life as worthless in the future.

Jiang Wumei was thinking, if An'er asked for mercy for these three people, how should she explain it to the child so that she could show him that this result was what the three of them deserved and did not deserve his mercy.

Jiang Wumei frowned slightly, and was about to speak as she was trying to decide her words, when she saw the little fellow in front of her grasp her palms with two small hands and shook his head vigorously:

“They want to harm Mother, but An’er won’t plead for them.

They deserve to die.

Father's approach is correct.

An'er is just afraid that Mother will be scared."

Although An'er is young, he is extremely protective of his children.

If anyone dares to hurt his mother, he will bare his little white teeth and fight to the death!

Jiang Wumei was stunned at first, then her heart warmed and she gently hugged the little guy's soft body:

"Thank you, An'er. I'm not afraid. The three of them are bad people. Father will punish them.

Let's leave this place to Father. Mother feels the air is stuffy here. Can An'er accompany Mother back to the Zen Temple?"

In An'er's eyes, Jiang Wumei had absolute say. As soon as she finished speaking, An'er nodded vigorously and pulled Jiang Wumei up to leave.

Xiao Tong looked through the two people begging for mercy in pain on the ground and looked at the mother and son talking and laughing. His eyes softened and the hostility lingering around him dissipated instantly.

Stepping over the two men who were still shouting for mercy, Xiao Tong glanced at the Qilin Guards. The Qilin Guards immediately nodded and stepped forward, blocking their mouths with something, and dragged them away along with Li Dan, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

Two hours later, at the residences of three ministers in the capital, three bloody people, along with a tongue and a pair of severed hands, were thrown at the door of the residence.

Amid the frightened and panicked screams of the servants in the various mansions, the minister who had just returned home did not even have time to change into his court robes and hurried to the mansion gate with his wife.

When the woman saw her bloody son and the severed tongue and hand, she fainted with fright after following the minister.

The scene became even more chaotic. The minister caught up with the Qilin Guard who was delivering the person and questioned him angrily. However, after listening to the Qilin Guard's cold recount of what happened, his face became swollen and purple, and he was so angry that he slapped his son in the face who had already fainted.

After a few slaps, the minister vented his anger and looked at the Qilin Guards, bowed carefully and sent the person away, and promised that before going to court tomorrow, he would bring his rebellious son to the palace to apologize.

The Qilin Guards ignored the minister's words and left as soon as the people and things were delivered.

At this moment, in the Huguo Temple, Jiang Wumei had already coaxed the child to sleep and returned to the meditation room to take a bath.

This time when she left the palace, Jiang Wumei did not let Qingzhi follow her. Her leg injury had not yet healed completely, and Jiang Wumei felt that there was no need to take Qingzhi with her when they would be back in half a day.

Unexpectedly, she and Xiao Tong would stay overnight at Huguo Temple, which meant that after bathing, she had to dress and dry her hair by herself.

After Xiao Tong finished his business, he walked into the Zen room, took a shower and changed his clothes. When he came out, Jiang Wumei was sitting by the window, looking sideways at the night outside the window, slowly wiping her long black hair, revealing half of her jade-white neck.

Xiao Tong curled his lips and walked closer, lowered his eyes and took the handkerchief from Jiang Wumei's hand. Only then did Jiang Wumei realize that Xiao Tong had returned.

"Is An'er asleep?"

He took a few strands of long hair with his big hand, put them into the handkerchief and gently pressed and wiped them. Xiao Tong's eyes fell on Jiang Wumei's delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the anger that remained in the afternoon showed signs of reviving.

He suddenly felt that the punishment he received this afternoon was too light and was not enough to vent the anger that was boiling in his heart.

Jiang Wumei hummed, her eyes tinged with fatigue.

"I slept. I came back from the front mountain this afternoon. An'er walked a lot, and his eyelids drooped as soon as he returned to the yard.

I arranged for someone to bring hot water, and An'er fell asleep soon after taking a bath."

The wet black hair slid through his palm. Xiao Tong hummed, his movements still gentle, and mentioned the three people this afternoon:

"Niao Niao, if anyone dares to be rude to you again in the future, just order the Qilin Guards to kill them."

Xiao Tong did not sit in his current position to make his beloved suffer.

No matter who it is, as long as they offend Niao Niao, he will make that person pay a heavy price.

He wanted to let everyone know that Jiang Wumei was the apple of his eye, Xiao Tong's eye, and any other person looking at her any longer would be considered a blasphemy, not to mention verbal humiliation.

He also wanted to let the old ministers of the previous dynasty see clearly that if anyone dared to make trouble for Niao Niao again, he would take action against their families.

Those people had been punished in the afternoon, but Jiang Wumei's reaction was not as strong as Xiao Tong's.

Covering her red lips and yawning, Jiang Wumei nodded casually:

"Yes, I understand."

She will have fewer opportunities to leave the palace in the future, so who would be rude to her?

Jiang Wumei didn't care and just said something perfunctorily. Then she couldn't resist the sleepiness and propped up her chin with her eyes blinking, waiting for Xiao Tong to dry her hair.

Xiao Tong knew that Jiang Wumei didn't take his words to heart, so he frowned and was about to reiterate it, but he found that Jiang Wumei had her eyes half closed and was almost asleep.

With a light chuckle, the stuffiness in his chest turned into endless satisfaction. Xiao Tong lowered his head helplessly and moved his hands more lightly.

The moon is like a round disk, and the sky is full of stars.

When Xiao Tong wiped the black hair in his hands, the person in front of him had already leaned against his waist and fell into a deep sleep.

Throwing away the handkerchief, he carried the person sideways into the bed curtain. Xiao Tong hooked his long finger, and as the bed curtain fell, he also fell asleep in his arms with his lover.

Neither of them noticed that after they fell asleep, the amulet placed under their pillow flashed a faint silver light, the light was also very faint, and disappeared in the room in the blink of an eye...