The Empress Kneels in Her Palace to Admit Her Mistakes After Slaying Her Ways in the Female-Oriented

A gentle breeze is blowing, and the sky is clear and bright.

Inside Zhenjiang City, in the military camp, a somber atmosphere prevailed.

Almost all the soldiers, except those who were necessary for defense, gathered at the training ground to witness the Marquis's latest military punishment.

The soldiers had seen similar punishments countless times, but this time was the one that truly pleased them.

Therefore, everyone was full of energy.

"Shall we begin?"

"Damn it, after being cooped up for so long, we can finally have some fun."

"I absolutely disagree with this step unless we cripple that guy named A-Wu."

"Don't worry, the brothers in charge have already talked to us privately. They hate that bitch Wen He and Chen Song's personal guard A Wu just as much. If they usually use eight-tenths of their strength, this time they can definitely use ten-tenths."

"That's good, that's good!"

……

Amidst much anticipation, A-Wu makes a dazzling appearance.

Unlike the usual time-stopping and Alice's magical spinning, this time A-Wu was being escorted by two soldiers.

Wen He followed beside her, her gentle face streaked with tears, her eyes filled with endless heartache.

"Ah Wu, are you... are you alright?"

"It's nothing!" Pei Wugou said with great manly spirit, laughing like a true hero: "A mere hundred strokes are nothing more than a tickle to me."

"Awu, I will marry you immediately after Lord Marquis defeats Ren Tianye this time. I will bear your children and stay with you for the rest of my life."

Wen He was deeply moved and made this oath before the army.

Pei Wugou was so excited he almost flew away.

He knew that his move was a stroke of genius!

He immediately nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, his ecstatic joy overflowing.

However, this made the guards who were holding them quite unhappy.

No, what is that?

Who are you two provoking?

Brothers who wield sticks, if they can get you a hundred lashes and not cripple you, then damn it, they'll be crippled!

Just then, a voice rang out.

"The Marquis has arrived!"

The soldiers were more afraid of Marquis Jingyi than of his authority, and they all knelt on one knee, looking toward the main tent, where they saw a large group of people coming in.

Under the protection and command of Vice General Chen Song, everyone surrounded the person in the middle. He was wearing a gilded and jade-inlaid scale armor, with beast-head snarls on his shoulders. His high-tied black hair was firmly secured with a gilded hair crown, and every strand of hair at his temples was neatly combed.

It was none other than Marquis Jingyi!

Or rather, the Marquis Jingyi in everyone's memory!

"My lord, it's your turn to speak."

Deputy General Chen Song whispered a reminder to Shadow.

This is a crucial moment; we absolutely cannot show weakness in front of everyone!

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Shadow clearly stuttered again, but could only force himself to continue, shouting, "Um, Wen He was instructed by A Wu to release a wanted criminal, a crime that cannot be forgiven."

"Considering that Wenhe is a woman, she is exempted from punishment, all her salary is deducted, she is expelled from the army, and will never be used again."

"As for A-Wu..."

As he spoke, Shadow glanced shakily at Pei Wugou kneeling there. Wearing a mask, his gaze pierced through the eye sockets, meeting Pei Wugou's eyes, and he trembled again.

People become even more nervous and fearful.

Now he's being put on trial for the Marquis, and he's going to have the Marquis flogged. He's genuinely terrified!

However, seeing a hint of determination in Pei Wugou's eyes, he too became more resolute, gritting his teeth and saying, "As for A-Wu, give him a hundred lashes, without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the soldiers knelt down.

"Lord Marquis, you are mighty!"

"Your Excellency is wise!"

"Damn it, that kind of bastard, Ah Wu, deserves a good beating! He absolutely has to be beaten!"

"Come on, brothers, torture him! Give him a good beating!"

"Fight like your life depended on it!"

……

The masked figure, acting as Marquis Jingyi Pei Wugou, issued a military order, which was immediately carried out.

Two soldiers, who had been holding back their anger for a long time, grabbed the real Marquis Jingyi, Pei Wugou, from the left and right, dragged him to the center of the training ground, and held him down before Pei Wugou could prepare at all.

"Snapped!"

He slapped it down with one stroke.

Pei Wugou felt a sharp pain, and before his body could react, the soldier on his right struck him again with a board.

Both soldiers were brave men in the army. In terms of martial arts, they were far inferior to Pei Wugou, and in terms of strength, they were far inferior to Pei Wugou. However, they had been immersed in the art of beating people for many years. One beating would definitely tear the skin and flesh.

In addition, the beating was swift; after just ten strokes, Pei Wugou, who was lying on the ground taking the beating, changed his expression drastically. He felt…

Something is wrong!

Something's very wrong!

"Why does it hurt so much?"

"Wait a minute, does being hit with a paddle really hurt that much?"

A surge of emotions welled up in Pei Wugou's heart.

After all, he had only ever seen others being beaten with a board before, every day, but he had never experienced the pain of being hit by a board. This time, he felt it and realized that it was much more painful than he had imagined.

However, Pei Wugou's physical condition was different from that of ordinary people. Although ten strokes of the cane would be enough to keep many people out of bed, for him it was just pain.

So, without uttering a sound, he secretly circulated his breath and continued to endure it.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

The twenty strokes of the cane were quickly finished.

Pei Wugou felt very bad. He felt that after twenty strokes of the cane, he would at least suffer some superficial injuries!

Of course, he had expected to suffer a superficial injury. After all, only by being injured could he quell the anger of the soldiers, take the punishment for Wen He, and most importantly... make Wen He feel grateful and trusting towards him!

Can……

How can someone get injured after only twenty lashes?

Is that correct?

This doesn't make sense, does it?

Is it really that bad to be beaten like that?

Pei Wugou was still lost in thought, his back and buttocks still aching, as the lashes fell one after another, until the thirtieth lash.

Pei Wugou was already at her limit.

But the beatings continued!

Keep going!

Soon, he reached fifty strokes. At that moment, Pei Wugou unexpectedly found that his head was spinning, his back was burning with pain, and he felt an urgent need to stand up, but he felt powerless.

"Something's not right, something's definitely not right!"

"Only fifty strokes, only fifty strokes? How can I... not be able to take it?"

"I really feel like I'm not up to the task anymore."

"I...I can handle it!"

"I've always been pretty resilient, so why isn't it working this time?"

Pei Wugou instinctively tried to stand up.

Chen Song, who was standing nearby, saw this and rushed over immediately.

They've only fought halfway through. If Pei Wugou were to declare himself the Marquis and then renege on his promise, it wouldn't be so easy for General Wang Ming to get in.

He rushed to Pei Wugou's side and whispered, "Lord, cough cough, Wugou, are you alright?"

"Miss Wen He is watching."

"Miss Wenhe is counting on you to take this hit for her and get through this difficult time. If you fail, Miss Wenhe will be the one who gets beaten up."

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