After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

After this incident, the brother and sister had to temporarily put their plan to go to Hanshan Temple to visit their grandmother on hold.

After Lord Shen spoke sadly for a while, he fainted.

After helping Old Marquis Shen to the bed and settling him down, Shen Ming sent his sister back to her courtyard. He smiled and patted her head, "You didn't sleep well because you got up early today. Make up for it with a good night's sleep. Everything will be fine after a good night's sleep."

Shen Nanxing grabbed his brother's hand and said, "Brother, don't do anything stupid! Xie Tingyu has committed such a serious crime. Even if he is spared the death penalty, he will still be sentenced to life imprisonment. Let's wait for a while."

"Okay, brother, I understand. Let's wait for His Majesty to make the decision."

Shen Nanxing nodded tiredly, and then Shen Ming left.

She did not listen to her brother's advice to catch up on her sleep, but sat by the window in a daze.

If even such a serious crime as treason and betrayal cannot kill Xie Tingyu, is there really no other choice but to assassinate him?

But assassinating the prince is a capital crime. Once discovered, it will bring disaster to the entire mansion...

But if she let him live, she would be unwilling to accept the fact that she had finally lived this life again.

What should we do to be absolutely sure?

As she was frowning in thought, a dark shadow suddenly covered her head, blocking the sunlight outside the window.

He subconsciously looked up and met Fu Jiuli's dark eyes.

Shen Nanxing looked unhappy: "You're here."

He forced a half-hearted smile, then lowered his eyelids again.

Fu Jiuli leaned over to look at her: "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about Xie Tingyu..." Shen Nanxing said halfway when he felt the gaze above his head suddenly become sharp, and he immediately shut up.

She looked up at him speechlessly: "I'm thinking about how to kill him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gaze suddenly softened again.

Shen Nanxing: ...

Fu Jiuli gently touched the tuft of hair on her head and said in a gentle tone, "Concubine Duan is dead. She left a suicide note asking for her life in exchange for yours. Since Your Majesty has agreed, it is impossible to kill Xie Tingyu this time."

"While he may be spared the death penalty, he cannot escape punishment for his crimes. Tomorrow, all the ministers will jointly submit a petition to Your Majesty, suggesting that Xie Tingyu be exiled to an extremely cold place. It will not be difficult to let him die on the way to exile."

"Are you satisfied with this treatment?"

Shen Nanxing blinked: "Are the ministers willing to listen to you?"

Didn't he usually have little contact with the ministers? He had a gloomy face all day long, so it would be strange if the ministers were willing to pay attention to him.

Fu Jiuli said in a calm voice, "I don't want to."

Shen Nanxing: ...

Her eyelids drooped again, too lazy to look at him.

"But I have evidence against them all." Fu Jiuli added.

Shen Nanxing:!!!

Yes, the East Factory has personnel throughout North Vietnam and even the other three countries. They have a lot of secrets in their hands, so it is normal for them to have something on the court officials!

There was finally some light in her eyes.

Fu Jiuli's heart finally relaxed a little. Seeing that she was still unhappy, he said, "How about letting him parade through the streets again before being exiled?"

Parade?

Shen Nanxing thought of Xie Tingyu standing in the prison van, drowned in the people's curses, and covered in rotten leaves and rotten eggs...

Suddenly he burst out laughing.

Her smile was so bright and brilliant, as if the dark night sky had suddenly brightened.

The corners of Fu Jiuli's lips also curled up slightly.

At the same time, Dali Temple Prison.

Shen Ming hid in the dark and crushed a pill. A team of jailers guarding the prison gate fell to the ground silently.

He flashed like a ghost and entered the prison corridor.

After knocking out a team of patrolling prison guards along the way, he successfully found the cell where Xie Tingyu was imprisoned.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Xie Tingyu, who was hiding in the corner of the cell with messy hair, looked at the newcomer with a look of horror, and kept shrinking back: "Don't come over here!"

Shen Ming sneered, drew out the long sword in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the door lock fell to the ground with a crash.

He walked in, raised his hand and waved it casually, and Xie Tingyu's right index finger flew down, splashing blood.

Xie Tingyu's face was distorted, and he opened his mouth to scream out in pain, but the moment he opened his mouth, a piece of rag was stuffed into his mouth, and he could only make a hoarse sound from his throat.

Shen Ming's eyes were cold and he raised his sword for the second time.

This time, it was aimed at his right middle finger.