My bad words were heard by all the civil and military officials in the court

Chapter 163 Beaten

"Snapped!"

"I let you whip this prince, I let you commit crimes, I let you be blind to the truth, you lowly person, even if you die a hundred times, it will not be enough to offset the hatred in this prince's heart."

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. Xuanyuan Huhan whipped the leader with great force, but his aim was poor and the little leader dodged several times.

The commotion here attracted a lot of people to watch. Emperor Jingming stared at Xuanyuan Huhan, who became arrogant and domineering once he gained power, and he became angry.

Thinking he couldn't afford to lose face to this person, he took out the bronze mirror and asked in a low voice, "Is there a way to temporarily silence someone?"

Hao Duanzhuang: "Yes, you are ready..."

"Use it immediately." Emperor Jingming showed no mercy.

Hao Duanzhuang glanced at Xuanyuan Huhan, who was becoming more and more addicted to whipping, and a black ball the size of a grain of rice shot towards his throat.

"You still dare to hide? Believe it or not, I will call someone... er... er..."

The anger on his face suddenly stopped, Xuanyuan Huhan stopped whipping, put his fingers on his throat, and tried to speak several times, but he couldn't utter a complete character.

Almost instantly, he looked at Emperor Jingming who was standing still, and his eyes almost bled with anger.

It's you, it's you again, you are trying to murder this prince again!

The overwhelming anger almost burned away Xuanyuan Huhan's sanity. He gripped the whip tightly, swung his arm hard, and the whip head went straight in the direction of Emperor Jingming.

The whip was so fast and fierce that not only Ye Shengxin and Emperor Jingming didn't react, but even Hao Duanzhuang who was watching the show quietly on the side didn't react.

The whip landed heavily on Emperor Jingming's shoulder and then swept across his neck, causing blood to flow out of his neck instantly.

"Little duck." Ye Shengxin exclaimed, and hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and put it around Emperor Jingming's neck.

"Little duck, hurry up, let's go see the doctor."

Zhang Liang was also anxious. The wound on His Majesty was a vital part. If he went too late, His Majesty's life would be in danger. How could he bear that responsibility?

"Little...little duck, I have some medicine for wounds here, it should work, why don't you use some first." Zhang Shuyu tremblingly took out a medicine bottle from his arms and put it in front of Emperor Jingming, fearing that something might happen to him.

Under the sky, all the ministers looked at this scene, stood up with their eyes wide open, and their beards at the corners of their mouths trembled with anger.

The Eighteenth Prince actually dared to hurt Your Majesty. He is so bold and presumptuous.

Some ministers who had felt sorry for Xuanyuan Huhan and were ready to plead for him in front of the prince before leaving the court, instantly gave up the idea.

Such a dissolute and unreformed person, who commits insubordination, would be considered a piece of cake if he were to be punished by them.

He should be sent to prison to let this eighteenth prince have a good taste of how dangerous the world is.

"I'm fine, the wound isn't deep, don't worry."

Emperor Jingming took the medicine bottle handed to him by Zhang Shuyu, poured the powder into a clean part of his handkerchief, and then roughly covered the wound with it.

The handkerchief was neither too long nor too short, and its color was dark blue, which was convenient for him to tie around his neck, and the wound was treated in this way.

Emperor Jingming thought that there was no problem, and Ye Shengxin also knew that the wound was not deep, and that it was okay for a grown man to bleed a little.

However, Zhang Liang and Zhang Shuyu refused to do so.

Zhang Liang took the lead and insisted on taking Emperor Jingming to a nearby clinic.

With such an attitude that cared more for him than for his own father, Emperor Jingming silently sighed for Lord Zhang, who was not smart and too nervous about him.

When Xuanyuan Huhan saw this scene, after a brief fear after hurting someone, his brain didn't catch up, and he couldn't judge the situation and his face turned cold again.

He ran over and grabbed Zhang Liang's sleeve, pointing at Emperor Jingming and asking desperately:

Sir Zhang, who is this person? Is he more important than me? Do you know that it is him? I am speechless.

Previously, Zhang Liang could still deal with him because of the Eighteenth Prince's identity. But now that he has hurt His Majesty, Zhang Liang's face turned cold.

He flicked his sleeves and made Xuanyuan Hu Han lose his strength. He said in a deep voice: "Sir, I don't know you, and I am not the master you mentioned."

"You said you were a prince. We came from the capital and didn't hear any news of the prince's disappearance. Even if you want to curry favor with the rich and powerful, this is not the way to do it."

"Uh huh..." Xuanyuan Huhan widened his eyes, unable to believe that Zhang Liang would treat him like this.

Zhang Liang sneered: "You have been pestering me for no reason, and now you have hurt my friend. We cannot let this matter go. Let's settle it in the government office."

After saying that, he looked at Emperor Jingming and said, "Da Ya, what do you think of this approach?"

Emperor Jingming looked at Xuanyuan Huhan, who was so angry that his eyes turned red and was about to fight him to death, and nodded with a gloomy face: "Very good."

The group of people, including the little leader, went to the government office.

The county magistrate of Lincheng Prefecture was a young man who had just taken office.

For some reason, the ministers in the court and their children rarely make trouble. Not only are they more efficient, they are also fair in their work, and there are fewer disputes with the people.

This meant that the young man who wanted to accomplish something big could only handle a few things every day, and he didn't encounter any big things, which caused his ambition to be somewhat dashed.

Now, hearing that someone is pretending to be the prince and hurting people, I feel both excited and nervous.

He was excited about such a big event. If he handled it well, it would be another political achievement. But he was also worried that if it was an unclear royal secret, he might lose his official position.

Fortunately, he recognized Lord Zhang Liang.

Although he did not admit his identity, Lord Zhang personally asserted that the mute young man had evil intentions. Seeing the witnesses and evidence, the county magistrate Lord Gao slammed the gavel in his hand, which was enough to shock people.

He announced with a dignified face: "You pretended to be a prince and injured people in the street, and you refused to obey discipline as a slave. You are guilty of both crimes. I sentence you to be 30 strokes of the cane and serve your sentence in prison..."

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Liang raised his sleeves to remind him that imprisonment is one thing, but if he goes to that place and there is no doctor to treat him, it is not certain whether the Eighteenth Prince will be able to come out alive.

This cough stunned Mr. Gao for a moment.

After reacting, he immediately realized that there was something fishy going on, and his eyes hidden under his eyelashes suddenly became sharp.

He changed his words: "Just let him serve his sentence in prison. The foreman will take him back and give him a good education later. If he commits the same offense again, I will never let him off easily."

The little leader nodded repeatedly, but in his heart he decided to go back and find a doctor for the boy.

Although this man is not a prince, at least his background is not someone that a small person like him can afford to offend. When he gets better, seeing the attitude of the elegant old man, he can give him some easy work, but he must not be stopped from doing it.

The group left the hall, each with their own thoughts.

Mr. Gao had no intention of supervising the execution. After returning to his study in the backyard, he immediately submitted a memorial to the capital. He suspected that the matter was not simple.

Emperor Jingming and his entourage watched Xuanyuan Huhan hold his voice and endure the beating, and then asked the little leader to take him back.

On the way to the clinic, Zhang Liang gave a look and Zhang Shuyu left the three of them, saying that he had a stomachache.

Emperor Jingming glanced at his back which was obviously moving away towards the city wall, lowered his eyes, and pretended not to know about it.