vstars Chapter 439 Rod Punishment
Chapter 439 Rod Punishment
Nie Wushuang replied, "Okay, I'll prescribe some anesthetic medicine for the Seventh Princess right away, but..."
Nie Wushuang paused, "It's just that the Seventh Princess is getting bigger and bigger, and her body fragrance is getting harder and harder to conceal. This time, she was injured, and it might be because of the blood, so the fragrance is even stronger!"
The coldness in Emperor Shenwu's phoenix eyes became even stronger. On the way back with his little daughter in his arms, he had already smelled the increasingly strong fragrance. He and Lan Qingwu looked at each other worriedly. The body fragrance was different from that of ordinary people. Even though she was a legitimate princess, Emperor Shenwu and Lan Qingwu had to be full of worries. Lan Qingwu was worried that the fragrance brought by birth would be harmful to the body of the seventh princess, and Emperor Shenwu was a man. He clearly understood the bad nature of men, and was even more worried about the future fate of his little daughter.
Emperor Shenwu was just about to ask Nie Wushuang to retreat when he heard bursts of exclamations outside the Holy Camp.
“Ah, so many!”
"So beautiful!"
"Where do all these butterflies come from?"
Li Xiang walked in with his head lowered. He bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, many butterflies suddenly flew in outside the tent, attracting many people to watch."
The Emperor Shenwu's face darkened and he walked out of the tent. Nie Wushuang looked at Lan Qingwu. Lan Qingwu thought for a moment and said, "Please ask Imperial Doctor Nie to bring us those fragrant incense sticks!"
Nie Wushuang was stunned for a moment and replied, "Yes!"
Emperor Shenwu walked out of the tent and looked at the butterflies fluttering around it, his eyes slightly narrowed and his expression unfathomable.
Not far away, Shuying and Naridlu were staring straight at the emperor's holy camp.
Shuying asked in confusion, "Why are those butterflies always circling the holy tent? Is there something inside?"
Naridelü shook his head. "I just heard that an ungrateful maidservant injured the Dasheng Emperor's most beloved youngest daughter! I saw her from afar and saw that the Seventh Princess looks exactly like the Empress. In a few years, she'll be the perfect match!"
Shuying hesitated for a moment and said, "His Majesty Dasheng dotes on his youngest daughter very much. I'm afraid he won't agree to let his youngest daughter marry far away!"
Naridelü said, "Then speed up our plan! I believe that by then, not only will we have one daughter, but even... the Emperor of Dasheng will not be reluctant to part with her."
Shuying looked towards the Holy Camp and said in surprise, "Your Majesty, the butterflies have all flown away!"
Naridlu watched the butterflies fluttering and asked softly, "Who on earth are these butterflies gathering for?"
Lan Qingwu's trick really worked. The strong fragrance covered up the Seventh Princess's body fragrance. The butterflies flew around for a while and then flew away in a hurry.
After hearing the report from the palace servants, the Sixth Prince and the Seventh Prince hurried back to the Holy Camp in a hurry.
The Sixth Prince had a cold face, and his expression was almost exactly the same as that of Emperor Shenwu.
After he and the seventh prince paid their respects to Emperor Shenwu, they entered the tent.
"My son, please excuse me. Go in and see your sister first!"
Emperor Shenwu waved his hand and said, "Go! Your mother is guarding Yueyue inside!"
After the two of them entered the tent for a while, the number of butterflies became fewer and fewer until they disappeared!
Outside the tent, the concubine Qiao was being beaten with a stick by the eunuchs. Her mouth was stuffed with a handkerchief and she was tied tightly to a wooden bench. Soon, her buttocks were soaked with bright red blood.
Just as Emperor Shenwu was about to turn around and go back into the tent, the third prince arrived in a hurry.
When the Third Prince saw the miserable state of Concubine Qiao, he knelt straight down before the Emperor Shenwu, touching the ground with his forehead. “I beg you, father, to forgive Qiao’er! I beg you, father, to forgive Qiao’er!”
Emperor Shenwu turned around and went into the tent without saying a word.
Inside the tent, Lan Qingwu was patiently coaxing the Seventh Princess, whose bed was now surrounded by princes and princesses.
The Seventh Princess turned pale with pain and lay powerless on the bed, motionless.
When the Sixth Prince thought of the Third Prince and the concubine outside the tent, his eyes darkened. The Seventh Prince coaxed his sister in a low voice.