Chapter 69: Beaten to Death, Hanging, Suffocation by Paper

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Beaten to Death, Hanging, Suffocation by Paper

Rong Ling, his face covered in an icy frost, looked coldly at Feng Qing and spoke slowly: "Since you say so, I shall grant you a complete corpse. Attendants, provide crane top red to the Princess Consort."

Feng Qing’s face turned green, having ingested crane top red. She coughed violently, her abdomen feeling as if stirred by knives, taking at least fifteen minutes to die.

The more Feng Qing thought about it, the more she felt such a death was too tragic. She immediately turned and shouted towards Rong Ling in the pavilion: "Prince, may I choose the manner of my death?"

This time, Rong Ling was quite straightforward and agreed directly.

"Very well, to avoid you claiming I am ungrateful. Speak, how would you like to die? Beating, hanging, or the plastered official?"

Feng Qing felt a headache just thinking about it. Beating, how painful that must be, leaving the body battered. Hanging, with the tongue so long, even in death it appears ugly. The plastered official? Even more painful, using damp paper plastered layer by layer.

As Feng Qing thought it through, her face turned pale, realizing dying wasn’t easy. She turned to Rong Ling and shouted: "Prince, I was wrong, please forgive me this once."

In the Eight Treasures Pavilion, Rong Ling, his handsome face cold, looked at Feng Qing with gloomy eyes and sneered: "I have said before, if you make mistakes again, I will not spare you lightly, so hurry and choose."

Feng Qing listened in dread, the cold voice of the man beside the stone table had already sounded: "Perhaps just beating to death then."

Just thinking about the pain of the cane on her body, Feng Qing immediately shook her head: "No."

"Hanging."

Feng Qing’s face paled briefly.

Rong Ling spoke again: "Perhaps then the plastered official, using wet thin paper plastered layer by layer on the face, making it hard to breathe, yet unable to suffocate, painfully awaiting death."

As Rong Ling’s words fell, Feng Qing was terror-stricken. She quickly spoke: "Prince, I am willing to make amends, just ask that the Prince spares me this once."

After hearing her words, Rong Ling chuckled lightly, his laughter full of amusement.

"How does the Princess Consort plan to make amends?"

In the Eight Treasures Pavilion, Prince Qin (Rong Jia) and the Heir of Prince Zhao (Rong Yifeng) had been watching the two interact dumbfounded. Truth be told, if Feng Qing weren’t so hideous, they would have thought this Little Uncle fancied her, otherwise how could he allow this woman to negotiate and interact repeatedly.

They had almost never seen such a Little Uncle.

Rong Jia and Rong Yifeng looked at Feng Qing with curiosity, shocked by this woman’s audacity, and curious about how she intended to make amends.

Upon hearing Rong Ling’s words, Feng Qing quickly spoke: "Prince, I can tell what others are thinking by their expressions. Should the Prince require assistance, I am willing to help, thus making amends."

When Feng Qing had finished speaking, Rong Ling remained silent, while Rong Jia and Rong Yifeng each spoke in turn.

"What do you mean?"

"What on earth is that, didn’t understand."

In the Eight Treasures Pavilion, Rong Ling’s amused expression slowly faded, as his phoenix eyes shifted from light to deep, filled with chilling air.

"You claim you can tell what others are thinking by their expressions."

Feng Qing quickly responded: "Yes, Prince."

In her previous life, she focused on medicine, but aside from medicine, she also mastered the micro-expressions of humans, and after years of practice, she could now easily discern what was in other’s minds through facial and body expressions.

In her previous life, she mastered this skill mainly to better develop her medical expertise, and her accomplishment as a brilliant genius doctor partly owed to the help of micro-expression psychology, which was integral to her medical achievements.