"You know ?" Xiao Jinghuai’s eyes flashed with surprise as he looked the other up and down, "Who are you?"
Song Jingyun, behaving quite strangely, chuckled and said, "What’s the na people call outside? Let think about it, what’s my niece’s husband’s na again?"
"..."
Huo Junting exchanged a glance with Xiao Jinghuai, both simultaneously realizing that the person in front of them appeared normal but was actually abnormal, speaking nonsense frantically—
Song Jingyun pondered for a long ti without coming to a conclusion, then suddenly stomped his foot, "Forget it, I don’t want to think about this nonsense anymore."
Then he directly tapped Xiao Jinghuai’s chest with his cane, coldly saying, "You’re in trouble now."
Before the four of them could grasp his aning, he shouted, "Alright, I don’t want to play with them anymore, just take them away! Take them to the Eighteen Layers of Hell! Soone there will entertain them well."
The Eighteen Layers of Hell is one of Taohuawu’s cruelest places for punishnt.
There, several hundred wolves are kept, as soon as a person is thrown in alive, only so clothes remain in an instant.
Also, there are rats extrely sensitive to human flesh; if they sll a person who is weak and powerless, they will crawl into the person’s mouth, down the throat, deeper and deeper, until they co out from the stomach.
And there are so of the most venomous snakes of North Arica, oh, being killed by those snakes would be considered lucky.
...
As the four were about to be taken away by brawny n, Song Jingyun suddenly changed his mind, smacked his lips, saying, "Hey! Wait, if they are taken to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, wouldn’t Little Zhao Zhao co back and fight desperately? If she vows to never remarry in the future, isn’t that really bad?"
"..." In the depths of Xiao Jinghuai’s eyes, a dark current surged, the na "Little Zhao Zhao" was one he had heard Lan Yuzhe call Song Song before.
It was evident the "Little Zhao Zhao" the man referred to was indeed her.
Remarry?
So, this was the thing she had kept silent about.
The rumors in Taohuawu were true, as the future Empress, she must have her own harem, just like concubines in ancient tis, and her true husband, the King, was only one.
He was not a person of Taohuawu, naturally unqualified.
So, they wanted her to marry another.
Damned to marry another.
The other three glanced at Xiao Jinghuai, clearly understanding the aning too, and still having the mood to enjoy the show at such a mont.
Truly a relief.
But what kind of person was Xiao Jinghuai? Even if the sky were to fall, his brow would not move, let alone just the matter of possibly becoming an abandoned husband?
He coughed, feigning indifference, "Sir, don’t you think this is a waste of ti? Since we can’t go to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, just let us go to Heaven, hm?"
Song Jingyun glanced at the man with indifferent eyes, seeing that he remained absolutely unfazed and fearless, he couldn’t help but laugh, "Fine! We do have a Heaven here, let’s send you to Heaven then."
Jiang Yixiu suddenly felt a bit tense, thinking that "Heaven" might not be a good place, possibly even worse than the "Eighteen Layers of Hell"!
"Old Xiao, could you please not speak nonsense?" Imdiately, he asked with a smile, "May I ask what the difference is between Heaven and Hell?"
Song Jingyun coughed and said earnestly, "Heaven is a place for the living to enjoy, and Hell is a place for burying the dead."
Jiang Yixiu imdiately said, "Then I’ll go to Heaven."
The other three shot him disdainful looks—
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