Hey, you are reborn too?

The personal guards sent by the prince were one step too late after all.

The few people who ran out of the mourning hall were mentally disturbed, obviously seriously frightened. They were like frightened birds, panicking and not knowing where to go, but their speed was not slow, and they ran out of the mansion at a very fast speed.

When the people sent by the prince heard them shouting "There's a ghost, the marquis is alive", they felt a little frightened and unconsciously slowed down their pace and ran out of the marquis' mansion.

"There's a ghost, there's a ghost!" The men ran out onto the street and shouted, their voices hoarse but they continued to shout, "Loyal and Brave Marquis, Loyal and Brave Marquis is alive!"

Everything was quiet in the early morning, but their shouts immediately broke the morning tranquility of the capital.

The people who got up early to sell goods and go to the market on the street saw them running out of the mansion and heard their shouts. They involuntarily turned their bodies towards them, looking around, extremely curious.

If only these few people were shouting, the people around them would not take it seriously.

But just as these people shouted a few words, a group of people rushed out of the Marquis' Mansion, knocked them out with a slap, captured them all, and dragged them into the Marquis' Mansion.

The two ladies selling vegetables glared at each other and blinked their eyes several times.

If no one from the Marquis' Mansion came to stop it, it could be considered that these people were just talking nonsense, but the Marquis' Mansion seemed to be keeping it a secret, so this matter was most likely true!

The old man selling goods looked up in confusion and watched these people run out of the mansion, shouting loudly, but were suddenly gagged and dragged into the mansion.

"What's going on?" The old man muttered to himself, his eyes lowered, looking at the hands of the man who came to buy goods early in the morning and kept picking at the stall. "The Marquis has been dead for a long time, how can he be alive again?"

"But it's really strange," the old man was eating fish. But he couldn't resist the desire to share, and chatted with the people who were buying goods in front of him, "Hey, young man, do you know? In fact, the death of the loyal and brave marquis was unclear, which was quite strange."

"Oh?" The picker slowly raised his head. His eyes were dark, as if he hadn't slept well that night. He said in a low voice, "Old man, do you know something that's hard to say?"

"Hey," the salesman waved his hand, "You can't say that. Besides, I don't have any actual evidence, it's just a guess."

"Nothing." The man with dark eyes smiled. "If you have anything to say, please speak up. I will never tell anyone."

"Are you serious?" The old man blinked twice, looked around several times, and made sure that there was no one around. Then he beckoned to the person in front of him, "Young man, come closer, I'll talk to you quietly."

The man followed his instructions and put his ear close to the old man's mouth.

The old man whispered a few words, but the man felt a rush of blood to his head, his scalp instantly became half numb, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

"You," the man's eyes were red when he saw the old man again. He clenched his teeth tightly and spoke word by word. "Who are you? How did you know this?!"

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"What are you doing?" The prince punched the pillar of the mansion, "You can't even catch up with a few crazy people, you have to let them run to the door before you dare to stop them!"

The prince's men lowered their heads, trying to reduce their presence as much as possible.

They also felt a little aggrieved in their hearts. After all, the madness of those people just now was really terrifying. Not only did their steps become trembling, but even their hearts were shaking for several times.

Besides, wasn't His Highness so frightened that he couldn't walk just now? Why was he so confident when he talked about them?

Of course, they only dared to complain in their hearts, and did not dare to raise their heads to argue with the prince. After all, the prince's words could not be refuted.

"It's all right now," the prince exhaled, "Now that these people have spread the news about this strange incident, I think the reputation of the Loyal and Brave Marquis's Mansion is no longer worth it."

"I have done a poor job, please punish me, Your Highness."

I don't know who among the guards said this first, but when the others heard it, they all echoed it.

"Please punish me, Your Highness!"

"Well," the prince stood with his hands behind his back, his voice cold, "Your courage is commendable. I respect you as men. But if you make a mistake, you must be punished, otherwise you will not learn your lesson."

The prince paused and said in a deep voice: "You have failed to do your job well, so you will be punished with twenty strokes of the cane!"

"Your Highness taught you a lesson!"

"Snapped"!

When the sound of the board fell, they all closed their eyes, ready to grit their teeth and endure it, clenching their jaws tightly, not letting themselves scream out.

The moment the board fell on them, they opened their eyes wide, blinked twice in confusion, and their teeth loosened a little.

To their surprise, it didn't hurt much.

Pop, pop, pop!

The sound of the board was heard again and again, each time louder than the last, and it looked extremely ruthless. Some of the maids could not bear to watch it any longer, and had already closed their eyes and turned their heads away silently.

As the boards fell one after another, the doubts in the hearts of the prince's confidants grew stronger. They felt no different from being slapped lightly when being hit by the boards, and they hardly felt any pain.

While they were still wondering, the twenty strokes of the cane had already been completed.

When the people beating them asked them to get up, they were stunned for a long time and it took them a while to get up.

They all suspected that they were hallucinating because of the excessive pain. How could being beaten with a stick not hurt? They were beaten with 20 sticks, yet they could still stand up and move freely?

"Is it?" The prince seemed to have noticed their doubts and deliberately dismissed everyone except these guards, with a smile on his face, "It's not as painful as you imagined?"

When several guards heard this, they were shocked and confused for a moment.

They looked at the prince timidly, not daring to say anything, for fear that if they said "it doesn't hurt", they would be dragged up and beaten with a stick again.

"Okay," the prince stood still, his tone becoming much lighter, "I know you didn't let those people out of the mansion on purpose, you were just really scared by what they said."

The prince paused, sighed and said, "But I have someone sent by my father to supervise me. If you let those people out and they cause a bad influence outside, and I don't punish you, I will have a hard time explaining to my father."

"In fact, I don't want to punish you," the prince patted several people on the shoulders one by one, "so I let the person holding the board do it, which looks harsh but is actually light. This way, my father will give instructions, and you won't be too wronged."

The confidants trusted and respected the prince in the first place, and when they heard these words, they were so moved that they almost knelt down and said, "We will die for Your Highness."

"Your Highness, you are so kind," the confidants knelt down in unison, shouting in trembling voices, "I will never forget this!"

"Hey, stand up and talk," the prince waved his hand, a smile on his face, "In fact, there is a good opportunity for you to make a contribution tonight."

After hearing what the prince said, his confidants looked up in surprise and said: Thank you, Your Highness, for the opportunity to make a contribution. We will definitely seize it!

At night, when the confidants stood in front of the mourning hall with torches and sticks, and the eerie wind blew, their hearts were broken.

I had planned everything, but I never expected it would be this kind of “meritorious service while guilty”!