Reborn as a doctor, he takes revenge and ruthlessly punishes the scum.

Fu Qingyu showed no fear whatsoever, and coldly said:

"Enough, Gong Beige. Only I know where the person you're looking for is. And only I know what you and Gong Nanxian want to know. So now, release everyone, and I'll stay here."

"Dad~"

"Old man~"

"Grandpa~"

Fu Qingyu's family couldn't help but gasp, because they knew that Fu Qingyu was risking her own life to save everyone else's.

Fu Qingyu raised her hand, interrupting them, and stared directly at Gong Beige:

"Your Highness, is that alright?"

Gong Beige stared at Fu Qingyu for a long time with a half-smile, then suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter grew louder and louder, more and more maniacal, until finally, after a while, he slowly stopped laughing, his eyes filled with mockery as he stared at Fu Qingyu.

"Fu Qingyu, I'm really curious how someone with your IQ could become a great Confucian scholar with students all over the world!"

Fu Qingyu frowned:

"What do you mean?"

Gong Beige's expression turned cold and cruel:

"Old man, do you know what your biggest weakness is?"

He paused, and without waiting for Fu Qingyu's reply, continued,

"They just call themselves intellectuals, selfless, righteous, and concerned about the world."

Fu Qingyu's brows furrowed even more, and her usually calm eyes trembled slightly.

Gong Beige noticed his nervousness, and a cruel, sinister smile crept across her lips, making her even more smug.

"You say you have the world in your heart! You say you're willing to sacrifice yourself for others! Then I'll disembowel and dismember these people one by one right in front of you. I want to see how many you can endure before you tell me everything I want to know!"

As he spoke, he glanced directly at Wang An:

"What are you waiting for? Give it to me!"

The voice trailed off as he slowly pointed back and forth across the entire Fu family, young and old.

Finally, the focus shifted to the old woman who was blocking the children.

"Let's start with her!"

Wang An's eyes were filled with excitement, and his voice became a few decibels higher:

"Alright, Your Highness, just you wait and see!"

After saying that, he took a boning knife from his subordinate, licked the tip of the knife with his tongue, and walked towards Madam Fu.

Fu Qingyu stepped forward, blocking his wife's path, and glared at Gong Beige.

"Gong Beige, how can you be worthy of the late emperor's expectations of you, with your perverse and cruel actions?"

Upon hearing his words, Gong Beige's lips twitched slightly, but she quickly curled them into a cruel smile, her eyes filled with disdain and resentment.

"Shut up! It would have been better if you hadn't mentioned that old man. Now that you've brought him up, it reminds me of how you manipulated him into giving everything that should have belonged to us siblings to that good-for-nothing Gong Mojue. Clearly—clearly we are the legitimate offspring of the Empress. But what about you? You actually fawned over that promiscuous slut and her useless son, and you even wanted to depose my brother and let him inherit the throne. What right does he have? What right does he have?!"

He seemed to grow angrier the more he spoke, his eyes turning bloodshot, and a maniacal smile bursting from his lips.

"Fu Qingyu, you old bastard! If it weren't for you despicable people, spouting platitudes about morality while supporting the orthodox path and engaging in those disgusting, clandestine schemes, why would we need to kill you?"

Fu Qingyu frowned:

"Kill him? Kill what?"

Gong Beige was slightly taken aback, but quickly scoffed disdainfully:

"You old codger, don't try to trick me into talking. If I'm going to kill you, I'll kill you treacherous officials. All these years, you've been hiding in this corner like a rat, only because you know the new emperor won't tolerate what you've done, and you're afraid to die and run away! Stop pretending to be so righteous. I want to see if you can still keep up the act when you scum are being sliced ​​to pieces!"

Fu Qingyu's eyes were filled with disappointment:

"How laughable, truly laughable. Prince Yongning was a man of both literary and military prowess, benevolent and virtuous. In the past, countless people, from court officials to ordinary citizens, supported him. On the other hand, Crown Prince Gong Nanxian was cruel, tyrannical, and mediocre. The late emperor considered deposing him countless times. It was I who repeatedly advised him that the right to rule was legitimate and should not be arbitrarily deposed. Now that I think about it, it was incredibly foolish. If I hadn't led a group of court officials to repeatedly dissuade him and depose Gong Nanxian long ago, our Great Yong Dynasty would certainly not be in this state of fear and turmoil we are in today!"

Gong Beige was clearly enraged by him, pointing at him with eyes wide open and saying "Good" three times.

Then, in a fit of rage, he laughed:

"How utterly ridiculous! How utterly ridiculous! That cripple Gong Mojue, what is he anyway? Just a worthless bastard born of a promiscuous woman, yet he dares to compare him to my brother. Wang An, rip out this old bastard's tongue and cut it out. Let's see who else dares to spout such nonsense!"

Wang An immediately bowed and nodded obsequiously:

"As you command, Your Highness!"

Gong Beige's cold voice:

"Remember, be careful, but I need to spare his life."

Wang An smiled obsequiously:

"Your Highness, rest assured, this kind of job is a piece of cake for me. I'll make sure he can't die even if he wants to."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Gong Beige.

He swung the sharp boning knife in his hand and charged towards Fu Qingyu.

Fu Qingyu's family rushed up to protect him, but they were all held down by a group of soldiers and could not move an inch.

Wang An gestured to two soldiers to grab Fu Qingyu from either side. Then, he grabbed Fu Qingyu's chin and swept his gaze contemptuously over his family members struggling to get forward behind him.

"A bunch of ants. It's your good fortune that Her Highness the Princess is willing to deal with you. How dare you resist? You're really overestimating yourselves."

Finally, a cruel, bloodthirsty gaze fell on Fu Qingyu's face, and the knife lightly traced lines on his cheek:

"This troublesome mouth dares to slander the princess and His Majesty. Let me help you cut off this root of trouble!"

Without further hesitation, he skillfully slid his fingers into Fu Qingyu's mouth, pinched her tongue tightly, and pulled it out. With a swift and decisive move, he didn't even blink.