The Liu family was to do the heaviest work, eat the least food, and occasionally be rewarded with a few lashings, to keep them in constant agony—but not so despairing as to take their own lives.
For them, a quick death would be too lenient; they must spend the rest of their lives in hardship, never sated and always beaten, to truly atone for the "gift" of the hellish flower.
As for Yang Wang.
Considering he is my grandson, if Jia Cheng claims ignorance, then I shall take it that Yang Wang knows nothing.
For my own family, I reserve the last of my mercy.
After giving this command, Yang Wenxiao felt refreshed and took the imperial carriage to the East Palace.
Yang Zheng must have been terrified these past few days; I need to give him some proper comfort.
Indeed, Yang Zheng had been frightened, but now filled with hope, he declared that he would surely survive.
After all, he was already fourteen years old, a young man now!
