Concubine Concubine

Chapter 231 His cruelty
"Princess, my lord invites you to the hall." The voice of Ling Che's personal maid, Xiang Ling, came from outside the room.

When Leng Siyan heard this, the expression on her face was still as calm as water, she said: "Tell the prince, my concubine will arrive later."

There was no sound outside the house, presumably Xiangling had already left.

The Lingxiang hall is no colder than the outside, the interior decoration is exquisite and gorgeous, and the heating is warm.

When she stepped into the hall, it was surprisingly quiet inside, Leng Siyan lowered her eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, it seemed that she was the one they were waiting for.

He raised his head and looked at the people in the hall with a smile on his face. On the left side of the high seat, Old Concubine Ling looked at her lovingly, and on the right side, Aunt Huilan also looked at her with a smile on her face, but this Laughter is obviously a mocking laugh.

On the left side of the lower seat, sat Ling Che who had just returned from Moon Shadow Pavilion. Without looking at Leng Siyan, he picked up the teacup in his hand and drank it leisurely.

Standing behind him were several house slaves, all holding long sticks in their hands, standing respectfully behind Ling Che.

On the ground, the arrogant monk was covered in blood, and his body was still trembling a little. He must have only half his life left.

Faced with this, Leng Siyan remained calm and composed, and bowed to salute, "Yan'er is late, please punish the concubine and aunt."

"Yan'er doesn't need to be polite, get up and talk." Old Concubine Ling smiled, realizing that she got up.

After Leng Siyan thanked her, she walked to Ling Che and sat down.

Perhaps it was because everyone was here that Ling Che made a move. He stood up and looked at the dying monk on the ground. It’s too late, are you still stubborn and refuse to tell the truth?!”

Ling Che paused for a while, and then said meaningfully: "The taste of this stick must be unpleasant, but it is so, why do you insist on covering that person?!" The last sentence obviously meant something.

Leng Siyan's body visibly trembled. Although no one saw it, Ling Che could see it clearly.

There was a flash of a smile in his eyes, his eyes were bright and blue, but the smile in his eyes was deeper, the fine light shone on his eyelashes, his beauty was overwhelming.

The tone was extremely light, as if what he said was not important, "The mage is so stubborn, so don't blame me for being rude. Come here, break his limbs for me."

A servant never dares to disobey Ling Che's orders, besides, those who deceive the prince have never had a good end.

I saw a few house slaves standing behind Ling Che put their long sticks aside and walked to the dying monk. The four of them stood up straight and lifted his limbs up to each other. In an instant, they heard the 'click' sound of bones being broken. The sound, and the miserable and painful voice of the monk also sounded.

The mournful voice made Leng Siyan, who was sitting next to Ling Che, start to sweat finely on her forehead, and her face was also a little pale, which was far from the calmness she had just now.

"Princess, why is your face so ugly, but you are not feeling well?!" Ling Che's voice rang in Leng Siyan's ears, making Leng Siyan's lips look a little pale and bloodless.

Leng Siyan calmed down and waved her hands, "No problem, just a little cold."

Although she is not afraid of death, facing such a cruel situation, even people who are not afraid of death will be afraid, not to mention she is a person who is afraid of pain.

(End of this chapter)