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Chapter 110 A small punishment but a big warning
When the little beggar saw Nanny Song, he was so frightened that he almost stood up. But when he thought of his brothers and sisters in the shabby house, he gritted his teeth and said,

"Look! Someone hit someone and not only didn't apologize or compensate, but they even went as far as to steal!"

Nanny Song was so angry at the little beggar that she wanted to lecture him but was stopped by the girl.

"Are you sure your leg was broken by my carriage?"

The little beggar had been roaming the streets for so many years, observing people's expressions and words, so he naturally knew who was the master. Now that Tang Zhao finally spoke, he said anxiously, "Yes, look at the blood on my leg!"

The little leper showed his black and bloody legs.

Tang Zhao looked away. "If it was a carriage that hit it, why is there no blood on it?"

The onlookers were stunned. Yes, there was so much blood on the child's leg, why was there no trace on the carriage?

The little beggar was speechless, his black eyes rolling around.

"Never mind, it's not important anyway. Just say it was my carriage that hit you," Tang Zhao said easily. "Since we hurt you, it's our responsibility to heal you."

"My girl is the best at treating injuries. Let her take a look at you."

The little beggar sat on the ground and kept backing away, refusing, "No, that's not necessary. Just pay me the silver, and I'll take it to the clinic myself."

Dongmei ignored him, walked up and grabbed his leg, feeling it up and down to make sure there were no injuries.

Instead, Dongmei got her hands covered in blood and dust, and she felt very disgusted.

Tang Zhao asked, "How?"

Dongmei: "Miss, this little beggar's leg is indeed broken."

The little beggar was surprised and delighted, thinking they were just putting on an act. He immediately plucked up his courage and shouted, "Pay me the money!"

Tang Zhao asked, "How to treat it?"

Dongmei shook her head. "It can't be cured. Now we can only amputate the injured leg to avoid dragging down the uninjured part."

"Alas, what a pity, he's still a child," Tang Zhao sighed, "but in order to save his life, there's nothing I can do."

"Cut it off!"

The little beggar looked in horror at the beautiful woman in the carriage who looked more than ordinary than this and said such cruel words with a look of compassion on her face.

Break what? Break his legs?

This doubt was confirmed the moment Dongmei drew the dagger from her waist.

"Help! Help! I don't want compensation, isn't that enough?"

Tang Zhao shook his head, "No, I hurt you, I must heal you and then compensate you."

"Don't worry, I'm very nimble and strong. I guarantee you won't feel a single bit of pain when I cut you," Tang Zhao smiled. "But after you break your leg, I can't guarantee that."

The sharp blade flashed a dazzling light in the sunlight. The little beggar tried to escape using his hands and feet, but Dongmei held him down with her hands.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" The little lecher cried with snot and tears streaming down his face. "You didn't hit me, I was the one who wanted to blackmail you!"

The onlookers were shocked.

"You're being too shy to see a doctor," Tang Zhao shook his head. "Whether or not we injured your leg, since we've met today, we'll heal it for you."

The little scabby boy shouted, "My leg is not hurt!"

Tang Zhao feigned disbelief, "There's blood all over your legs, how can you be healthy?"

"Chicken blood! I put the chicken blood on my legs on purpose!" The little beggar looked at the stunned child next to him and said, "Little yellow-haired boy, testify for me!"

The yellow-haired boy said blankly, "I can testify that my brother's leg is fine. The blood on it is the chicken blood I asked Uncle Zhang for this morning."

The onlookers were shocked and angry.

"Okay, so you were lying to us on purpose!"

"That's right! We've spoken up for you out of consideration for your young age, but we're really helping the jackals!"

The woman who had misunderstood just now apologized to Tang Zhao, "Miss, we didn't clarify the facts and misunderstood you. Please forgive us." "Yes, yes, I'm really sorry."

Tang Zhao accepted their apology with a smile, "You all are very kind-hearted."

Seeing that everyone believed him, the little beggar hurriedly said, "Can you please let me go now?"

"No!" Tang Zhao still shook his head, "Your leg hasn't been healed yet!"

"My leg is fine! It's fine!" The little leper collapsed. "Are you deaf? Can't you hear me? My leg is fine!"

Dongmei exerted force with her left hand, and the little beggar cried out in pain.

Tang Zhao said coldly, with an expression that said, "I'm doing this for your own good," "Breaking his legs will teach him a lesson."

Dongmei raised the dagger high in her right hand.

A loud shout came from a distance, "Spare his life!"

Dongmei swung the dagger without hesitation.

The little yellow-haired boy and the onlookers subconsciously closed their eyes.

Clang! The dagger hit the stone brick floor just a few centimeters away from his calf.

The little leper cried and hugged his legs, "My legs, my legs are broken!"

Hearing the familiar crying sound, Wuwei Prefecture Governor Lu Ying pushed through the crowd and squeezed in. Sure enough, he saw the little beggar rolling on the ground holding his right leg.

He wondered, "Your legs are fine, why are you crying so miserably?"

Onlookers:?
The little yellow-haired boy took away his hand that was covering his eyes and saw that the little beggar's leg was still fine. He rushed to him and said, "Brother, brother! Your leg is okay!"

The little yellow-haired boy shouted several times before he finally regained consciousness.

The little beggar looked at his intact calf and cried and laughed with joy.

"You're blackmailing me again, aren't you?" The Wuwei prefect rolled his eyes in anger. "You've learned your lesson this time and used fake blood?"

The little bald boy and the little yellow-haired boy knelt on the ground obediently.

The prefect of Wuwei turned around and said, "This month's food supply has been cut in half! You guys are so full that you have the energy to do all this nonsense!"

The little yellow-haired boy and the little scabby boy were horrified and begged, "Master, we won't dare to do it again. We won't dare to do it again!"

"Don't give me that! If I believe even one word you say, I won't be called Lu Ying anymore!"

There was a chuckle from behind.

Lu Ying was furious. He was so angry, and yet someone dared to laugh?
Lu Ying turned around and saw Princess Zhaoshan, whom he had personally sent to the General Protector's Mansion two days ago, sitting in the imperial carriage with a smile on her face.

His eyes went dark. This was the black-hearted businessman that the people who reported to the authorities had talked about.

Lu Ying didn't bother turning around to curse the civilian who lied about the military intelligence. He lifted up his clothes and knelt on the ground, bowing his head deeply and said:

"Your humble servant, Lu Ying, the prefect of Wuwei Prefecture, pays respects to Princess Zhaoshan. May the princess be well and safe!"

The people around were shocked, and the man who reported the case to the official was so scared when he heard the princess's name that he fell to his knees.

The rest of the people followed suit and knelt down, "Greetings to Princess Zhaoshan, may the Princess be well!"

Tang Zhao helped Dongmei get out of the car, personally helped Lu Ying up, and said to the people, "Get up!"

"Thank you, Princess!"

Little Baldy and Little Yellow-haired collapsed on the ground, trembling with fear.

Tang Zhao walked past Lu Ying and approached them. "Today you are blackmailing someone and trying to scam me. This princess will only give you a light punishment and a severe warning considering your young age."

"I hope you will remember the lesson of today and become upright men in the future."

Little Baldy and Little Yellow-haired nodded repeatedly.