Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 124 The Regent Has a Beautiful Girl in His Golden House (31)

Hearing his words, Mu Hanqing's face instantly turned ugly.

"Why, Your Highness, are you unwilling to vent the anger for my Ah Shang?" Prince Huainan looked at his expression and frowned unconsciously.

"King Huainan, please spare me a moment to talk." Mu Hanqing said in a humble voice, raising his hand to gesture to the side.

Although Guan Nanyang was a little puzzled, he still followed him to the back of a tree and asked, "Does the prince have any concerns?"

"I wonder if King Huainan has heard that in recent days, the Puyang Dynasty has been in chaos due to the rebellious ministers." Mu Hanqing raised his eyes and looked at him.

"I have heard about this matter. To be honest, His Majesty has been troubled by it. I came here this time at His Majesty's request... But what does this have to do with that courtesan?" Guan Nanyang asked puzzledly.

"The true identity of that courtesan is actually the lost prince of the Puyang Dynasty."

"Is that so?" King Huainan was somewhat surprised. "Then why did the prince keep him by his side? Could it be that he has another purpose?"

"Yes, his uncle has now formed an alliance with the Li Bei Dynasty and may send troops to deal with us. With him in our hands, we have an extra bargaining chip." Mu Hanqing said calmly.

"Although what the prince said makes sense, can we just let my daughter's injuries go?"

"King Huainan, don't worry. Just save his life. I will never let Ah Shang suffer any grievances." Mu Hanqing spoke gently.

"Since His Majesty has said so, I naturally believe it." Guan Nanyang nodded, then as if he remembered something, his expression became a little hesitant.

"If the King of Huainan has any further questions, please feel free to ask."

"I have heard some bad rumors recently, saying that the prince has been delaying marrying Shang'er because he has...Longyang's hobby." When he mentioned this, his face turned a little uglier.

"Heh." Mu Hanqing chuckled, "I didn't know that this is how people spread the word about me. I'm not in a hurry to marry Ah Shang because I want to spend some energy on marriage and give Ah Shang a grand wedding.

"In that case, let's put the marriage on track. In a few days, I will personally prepare gifts and go to the Huainan Palace to propose marriage. Is that too abrupt?"

"That's great. I didn't know that the prince loves our Shang'er so much. Now I feel relieved. As for that prostitute, it would be more appropriate for the prince to handle it personally. I won't interfere too much." Guan Nanyang laughed.

"Don't worry, King Huainan. I will give you and Ah Shang a reasonable explanation." Mu Hanqing looked at him.

"Well, in that case, I will not bother you any more and will return home first."

"Yeah." Mu Hanqing's smile did not fade. He then raised his hand and ordered, "Rongcuo, send a few people to escort the Prince of Huainan back to the palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rongcuo supported Guan Nanyang and left Rong'an Palace.

Watching his departing figure, Mu Hanqing's face instantly darkened. He walked towards the bedroom door and looked at Qingdai with a sullen look in his eyes, "Take good care of Miss Guan before she wakes up. Don't neglect her."

"I know." Qingdai couldn't help but lower her head, not daring to look him in the eye.

Mu Hanqing didn't stop and turned to leave the main courtyard.

Inside the prison, Tang Cuo felt extremely bored. He swung the iron chain wrapped around his arm, which made a few crisp sounds.

At the gate of the Criminal Palace, Mu Hanqing's face was as gloomy as water. He stared at his subordinates beside him and said in a deep voice, "Quickly go and ask Doctor Su to come here and wait."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After saying that, he stepped in. When he reached the door, Mu Hanqing casually picked up a thick leather whip and held it in his hand.

The whip was covered with barbs, which made people tremble just by looking at it. Mu Hanqing took a deep breath and walked towards the small torture room.

The door of the torture chamber opened, Tang Cuo looked up, and his eyes met Mu Hanqing's. Looking at the whip in his hand, Tang Cuo couldn't help but recall the scene of being arrested before.

His eyes shrank a little.

"Tang Cuo." Mu Hanqing's voice was cold, even completely different from when she was willing to whisper sweet words in his ear before.

"Your Majesty..."

"Did you do what happened today?" Mu Hanqing asked.

"If I say no, will Your Majesty believe it?" Tang Cuo smiled and then asked back.

"I will believe it."

"If the prince believes me, will he let me go?"

Hearing his question, Mu Hanqing hesitated.

"Since that's impossible, what's the point of your asking these questions, Your Highness?" Tang Cuo said softly, "Why not pretend that I did it? This way, Your Highness will feel more at ease when he takes action."

Looking at Mu Hanqing's tense expression and his fingers tightly gripping the whip, Tang Cuo seemed to feel a little indifferent.

"I wonder if the prince wants to kill me?" he asked.

"No, I won't take your life, but I can't offend the King of Huainan because of you, so Tangcuo, I..."

"So, I am just a discarded pawn in the prince's grand plan?"

Hearing his question, Mu Hanqing frowned unhappily, "You won't die."

“But it hurts.”

Mu Hanqing stared at his expression, then threw the whip to Rong Cuo on the side and said in a deep voice: "You carry out the execution." After that, he walked out of the torture room.

Mu Hanqing leaned quietly against the wall of the corridor, and suddenly a burst of intense pain arose in his heart.

Rongcuo stepped forward and handed a brand new handkerchief to his lips, "Mr. Tang."

"What? Are you afraid that I will scream?" Tangcuo smiled gently.

"No, I'm just afraid that you will be in unbearable pain and bite your tongue, which will cause injury." Rongcuo said in a steady tone.

Looking at the handkerchief he handed over, Tang Cuo opened his mouth and bit it directly.

"Mr. Tang, please bear with me." After saying that, Rongcuo put the whip in his hand on the ground, then raised it and whipped him hard.

Tangcuo clenched his fists tightly, feeling the piercing pain again and again.

[Pain protection has been activated for the host.]

As Ono's voice rang out, Tangcuo's tense expression relaxed a little.

Hearing the sound of whips one after another, Mu Hanqing unconsciously clenched his fists.

Time seemed to stand still, and Mu Hanqing actually felt as if every second passed like a year.

Finally, the sound of whipping stopped, and Tangcuo lowered his head, apparently fainted.

Rongcuo threw the whip aside and walked out of the torture room, "My Lord, the beating is over."

Hearing his words, Mu Hanqing's hands trembled a little, and then he immediately returned to the torture room and took Tang Cuo down from the wooden stake.

Looking at his pale face, he actually felt a little regretful. "Spread this matter, especially let Guan Shang know."

"Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Hanqing rushed out holding Tang Cuo in his arms. His steps were so fast that he seemed to be flying. Doctor Su behind him hurried over and finally caught up with him.

After examining Tang Cuo's pulse, he turned around and said to Mu Hanqing with a serious face: "His pulse shows that his internal organs are deficient and his blood is seriously deficient. If he is not carefully treated, he may have sequelae."