Chapter 379: Chapter 379: Deliver the Killing Rod After the Princess Leaves
Feng Fuce took note of the little one’s actions out of the corner of his eye.
He said to Qingmei, "Take the Princess to wash her hands."
Qingmei had been standing obediently behind Bai Zhi’er the whole time.
Upon hearing this, she suddenly raised her head, looking at Feng Fuce in bewilderment.
After a moment, Qingmei dared to confirm, "Did the Marquis speak to me?"
Feng Fuce exhaled silently, "Who else?"
Qingmei hurried forward, taking Bai Zhi’er away from the court for the moment.
Bai Zhi’er, with her tiny footsteps, gave a loud humph when she passed Wei Zian!
Evil thing, I’ll deal with you later!
Once the little one had left with Qingmei, Feng Fuce finally withdrew his gaze.
The Minister of the Ministry of Justice then asked Feng Fuce and Prime Minister Wen, "Shall we wait for the Princess to return before starting the interrogation?"
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows coolly, "According to custom, every murder suspect must face the killing rod once they ascend the court, to facilitate the subsequent interrogation."
"Let’s not waste time, proceed with the rod."
With his command, the Asura Envoys immediately followed suit.
Wei Zian panicked directly, "Father! No, don’t hit me!"
Master Wei was also a mix of shock and anger.
"Marquis! The killing rod is for punishing the dishonest prisoners, those deceitful and evasive, who must suffer this punishment."
"But my son has been kneeling here obediently, awaiting trial, I think the killing rod can be spared!"
Feng Fuce remained seated while Master Wei was standing.
The young man slightly lifted his eyes, releasing an imposing and oppressive aura.
With just a faint, almost invisible smile, he instilled great fear.
Feng Fuce touched the jade ring between his fingers.
"The rules were set by the Emperor, from nobles down to commoners, who doesn’t follow the regulations?"
"Is the son of the Wei family so precious that he cannot be touched nor questioned? Moreover, some may appear honest and lack the guts for murder, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t incite others to act."
Feng Fuce’s thin lips pressed together, his dark and cold eyes carried unrestrained biting sarcasm.
"Am I correct, Master Wei?"
Master Wei gritted his teeth, looking at Feng Fuce.
This Marquis Wan is truly detestable!
"Hit." With Feng Fuce’s order, the Asura Envoys pinned Wei Zian down from both sides.
Master Wei became anxious, "Zi’an!"
"Father! Save me!" Wei Zian grew even more frantic but couldn’t break free.
As Master Wei was about to move forward, Prime Minister Wen reminded him, "Master Wei, don’t let confusion cause you to obstruct court proceedings, it could implicate yourself."
With this, Master Wei could only endure it.
Currently at a disadvantage, with leverage held over him, he couldn’t win, so he had to endure!
Thus, Master Wei watched helplessly as Wei Zian received ten strokes of the killing rod!
Wei Zian, accustomed to a life of privilege, had never suffered such pain.
The agony nearly caused him to faint.
Noticing his pallor, Feng Fuce propped his head with his slender fingers.
The young man’s expression remained indifferent, with thin lips slightly parted, he suddenly spoke, "It hurts already? It’s said the deceased Yang Zhuang received over a hundred blows, with tendons in his hands and feet severed, ribs almost completely shattered."
Chu Ping chimed in, "Tsk, that’s truly miserable, we should thoroughly investigate to see what connection Young Master Wei has with this incident."
Wei Zian, pained beyond words, nearly fainted again from fear at Feng Fuce’s remarks.
He weakly said, "It wasn’t me... I didn’t kill him..."
That Yang Zhuang, too! For such a big and tall man, how could he die after just one beating?
Wei Zian felt wronged.
He had only ordered a beating for an hour, he hadn’t meant to kill him.