One hundred slaps, isn't that directly taking someone's life? Mrs. Rong was so scared that she kept patting her chest. She felt very lucky in her heart. Fortunately, she was clever and knew how to find a scapegoat. Otherwise, if these one hundred slaps landed on herself, she wouldn't be able to bear it.

  Xi'er knelt on the ground and cried, begging Chu Yicheng for mercy. "Your Highness, please spare my life. I will never dare to offend Miss Yan again."

  "There won't be a next time." Chu Yicheng straightened his teacup and said coldly.

  The gate was quickly entered by two guards who dragged Xi'er away.

  Mrs. Rong stood by, merely watching with a cold eye and not helping her maid plead for mercy. She thought that as long as Xi'er was beaten, the matter would be settled once and for all. Who would have expected that the terrible consequences were yet to come?

  Chu Yicheng coldly observed Lady Rong for a moment, seeing that she was secretly harboring hopes. He then asked: "I am very puzzled as to why you people want to strip off Yan's clothes."

  "Ah...that...it's because I wanted to teach her a lesson." Madame Rong stuttered.

  "Why must you teach her a lesson? What has she done to wrong you?" Chu Yicheng asked, looking at her.

  "Yes, Your Highness. She not only insulted me with her words, but also physically assaulted me. What's even more unforgivable is that she dared to try and seduce you." Madame Rong said: "I just wanted to teach her a small lesson."

  "Hmph, a small lesson. Chu Yicheng coldly snorted: 'You take someone's life as soon as you make a move. If I hadn't arrived in time, Miss Yan would have been killed by you already. You say, what crime should you be guilty of?'"

  Rong's wife thudded to the ground and knocked her head, saying: "Your Highness spare my life. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me."

  At this moment, there is still a trace of luck in her heart. She thinks that with her status in the prince's heart, the prince will absolutely not heavily punish her. Unfortunately, she thought wrong.

  Yan Xijun went out to check on Rong Furen's situation after taking a bath. She saw that Chu Yicheng hadn't prepared any clean clothes for her, so she randomly picked up one of his robes and put it on. Actually, she didn't like the red robe, but there was no other choice, so she reluctantly wore it.

  She followed the sound and just arrived at the gate, then heard Mrs. Rong's begging voice. From her tone, it can be discerned that she was not really begging, but pretending to be.

  Chu Yicheng was a martial arts practitioner. His ears were relatively sharp, and he heard the footsteps at the "door". He looked up to see her wearing his own robe coming over. The robe was very wide and long. She wore it as if a child had stolen an adult's clothes.

  He thought it was a bit ridiculous and laughable. He also saw that her waist was slender, with a belt wrapped around her, looking charming and moving. He hurriedly beckoned to her: "Come over."

  Mrs. Rong thought the king was calling her, and she was so delighted that she wanted to get up. However, she saw the maid walking by her side, and she was stunned, not knowing whether to get up or kneel down, feeling very awkward for a moment.

  Yan Xijun walked past with a clever smile. Chu Yicheng saw that she was very gentle and lovingly wrapped his arms around her, holding her in his embrace. He asked concernedly: "You're wearing so little, aren't you cold?"

  Yan Xijun shook her head, unaccustomed to being so intimate with him, and even more uncomfortable with this ambiguous posture. She struggled to leave his arms.

  "How can you be so disobedient again? Don't move." Chu Yicheng said domineeringly, his hands circling tighter, tightly wrapping around her waist, making it impossible for her to move even a little bit.

  Mrs. Rong stared at the ambiguous two above. Her eyes on Yan Xijun were about to spit out fire.

  Felt a strange gaze. Yan Xijun also stopped struggling. Nestled in Chu Yicheng's arms, quietly meeting the gaze of Mrs. Rong, looking down at her.

  Chu Yicheng followed her gaze down to the ground, then leaned in close to her ear and asked, "What do you think should be done with this poisonous woman who wants to harm you?"

  "The prince can deal with it as he pleases, I have no opinion." Yan Xijun said coldly. Although she didn't like Rong Furen, she also wanted to severely punish her. But this was a matter of his household, and she had no right to interfere.

  "Alright. Since you've said so much, then I, Wang, won't hold back either." Chu Yicheng finished speaking and called out to the entrance: "Come in."

  Very soon, two more guards with large knives at their waists entered from the gate and stood respectfully to one side after paying their respects to Chu Yicun.

  "Take this poisonous woman down, cut out her tongue, chop off her hands, so she can't harm anyone again. And expel her from the mansion. The King's Mansion cannot tolerate such a poisonous woman who harms people."

  After hearing his ruthless verdict, Mrs. Rong could no longer remain calm. She knelt down and crawled to the feet of Chu Yicheng, pulling at his robes: "Your Highness, spare my life."

  "I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again, please forgive me, Your Majesty." Madame Rong wept and clutched at his robes, this time she was truly sincere, her tears were also very bitter.

  Chu Yicheng let her cry out loud, but he didn't make a sound. Yan Xijun also coldly stared at her, thinking she deserved it, that she was getting what was coming to her. Who let her be so arrogant and self-righteous, causing trouble for others?

  Madam Rong saw that he was unmoved, and cried even more sorrowfully. Tears and snot flowed down her face in a mess, and she didn't even bother to wipe them away. Her heavy makeup was all smeared from crying. She begged desperately: "Your Highness, considering I've served you for many years, even if I have no merit, I do have hard work to my credit. In the past, you also treated me with great kindness. How can you bear to punish me?"

  "Since you also know that I have been kind to you in the past, at that time you were still aware of your place and would not do anything excessive. However, in recent years, you have taken advantage of my favoritism and done as you pleased in the palace, being arrogant and relying on my indulgence. I have seen it all with my own eyes but never said a word to you, precisely because I took into account your many years of serving me, so I forgave you time and again."

  "Your Highness... I..." Madame Rong couldn't believe that her usual misdeeds had all been seen through by him. For a moment, cold sweat dripped down her back.

  Chu Yicheng looked at Madame Rong, saying word by word: "But you always make progress inch by inch. Now your courage is quite big. You still want to harm people. As for now, I won't let you stay."

  "Don't, Prince Wang, please spare me. Don't drive me out of the mansion. I don't want to leave the Wang Manor. I also don't want to leave you." Madam Rong begged bitterly, her hands tightly wrapped around Chu Yicheng's legs.

  Chu Yicheng kicked her away with a foot, his voice cold: "It's no use begging me either. If Miss Yan agrees to let you off, then I'll follow her wishes and spare your life."

  Things took a turn for the better. Mrs. Rong's sorrow turned to joy. She glanced at Yan Xiu and gritted her teeth, then rushed forward again. This time she knelt down beside Yan Xiu's feet, grasping her hem and pleading: "Miss Yan, please spare me! You are magnanimous, so let's just forget about what happened tonight. I'll apologize to you here."

  Said. Still with head knocked on the ground. Wanting to ask for someone's forgiveness.

  "Mrs. Rong, it's no use begging me. Have you forgotten what I told you in the pavilion?" Yan Xijun reminded her kindly.

  Mrs. Rong's brain turned quickly and she suddenly remembered the words she had said: 'If I don't die, then the next ones to die will be you.'