Her Highness Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore

When Hua Dingzong saw the horsewhip, his heart trembled immediately.

He swallowed hard and asked cautiously.

"My lord, what is this going to do?"

Li Ji took the whip and smiled coldly: "Don't you all think that this king will take revenge? Then today I will let you all see how this king will take revenge?"

After he finished speaking, he yanked the whip out.

The end of the whip lashed Hua Dingzong's leg fiercely.

His trouser legs were torn immediately, and the flesh inside was also opened, and blood flowed out.

He screamed out in pain, staggered and fell to his knees on one leg.

Everyone else present was also stunned by this sudden scene.

They never expected that King Zhao would do it as soon as he said it, without any hesitation.

Although Hua Dingzong is just a small loyal uncle, he is incomparable with King Zhao, but he is still an uncle after all, he has a title, even the prince can't beat him at will.

How dare King Zhao?

Li Ji glanced at the blood stained on the end of the horsewhip, seemed dissatisfied, and clicked his tongue lightly.

"Still too light."

If it was when he was in good health, the whip would have directly broken Hua Dingzong's bones.

But now it can only cause a little flesh injury.

Li Ji raised his whip, and gave it another slap.

This time it hit Hua Dingzong's other leg.

His legs were injured and he was unable to stand still, so he could only kneel on the ground with both legs.

Hua Dingzong's face was pale from the pain, and he was trembling all over.

Such humiliation made Hua Dingzong hate and angry.

He looked up at King Zhao who was sitting in a wheelchair, and asked in a trembling voice.

"My lord, aren't you afraid of being impeached by the judge if you abuse the Lord's offspring at will?"

Li Ji asked slowly: "Is the king impeached by the officials less often? Can you see which time they have successfully impeached?"

Hua Dingzong was speechless.

Today's emperor really has a preference for King Zhao. Even though there are so many memorials to impeach King Zhao that they can pile up into a hill, the emperor still ignores them and rewards King Zhao still too much.

Li Ji looked at Zhong Anbo who was kneeling on the ground, and smiled leisurely.

"Believe it or not, even if I beat you to death here today, I will still be safe and sound?"

Hua Dingzong saw killing intent in his eyes.

His words are not to scare people, he wants to come true!

The anger that had just emerged in Hua Dingzong's heart disappeared instantly.

Instead, there is endless fear.

At this time, the old lady finally came back to her senses, and hurriedly begged.

"My lord, please hold your hand high and spare my son this time!"

Although He hated Hua Dingzong, after all, she had been married for many years, and she would not just watch Hua Dingzong being beaten to death, and hurriedly followed suit to beg for mercy.

Hua Qingqing is naturally the same.

Li Ji didn't look at them.

He only looked at Hua Manman, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"Do you think this king should spare Zhong Amber?"

Hua Manman said, "Forget it."

She didn't want King Zhao to kill someone for such a trivial matter.

Even though King Zhao can rely on the emperor's preference to do whatever he wants, she believes that there is nothing in this world that can be squandered without limit.

When the emperor's partiality for him fades away, the murders he committed today will be returned to him in multiples in the future.

Huamanman doesn't hope that there will be such a day.

She hoped that he could leave a way out for herself.

Li Ji heard her heart.

The killing intent in his eyes faded little by little, and he returned to silence.

Li Ji casually tossed the whip to Chen Wangbei, and his sitting posture returned to a lazy state.

"It's really boring, let's go back."