Chapter 1480: Chapter 1481: Even a Ruthless Tiger Does Not Harm Its Cubs, Emperor!
As he spoke, the Emperor of Chilin viciously kicked Linghe twice.
Linghe was in so much pain from the kicks that she felt like dying, and her face hurt terribly, but she could only endure it, not daring to utter any disrespectful words to the Emperor of Chilin.
She had never imagined that despite Chilin sending so many troops, Xiao Changyi and An Jing not only survived, but even managed to win, causing Chilin to lose a million soldiers.
Chilin originally had just over two million soldiers, and in these two battles alone, they lost nearly half. Chilin might really be wiped out by Xiyun.
Originally, she instigated the conflict and caused the two countries to go to war just to kill Xiao Changyi and An Jing, destroy Xiyun in her own revenge, as well as for her Nine Clans, but now things were not going as she had hoped...
Linghe did not dare to think about it any further, yet her teeth were gnashing with hatred.
"Give me back Jingye City!" the Emperor of Chilin kicked Linghe hard again.
This time, Linghe spat out a mouthful of blood from the kick, merely pleading for the Emperor of Chilin not to kick her anymore. She didn’t want this. She even brought up their son, begging the Emperor of Chilin to spare her for the sake of the son she bore him.
Unfortunately, the Emperor of Chilin didn’t listen at all and lifted his foot for another vicious kick: "Give me back the eternal stability of Chilin’s mountains and rivers!"
Now, Chilin could not even hope for eternal stability. Whether he could continue to remain emperor and survive was still a question.
Xiao Changyi was coming on strong!
He was so angry that even after kicking Linghe several times, the Emperor of Chilin was not relieved. Seeing Linghe’s collar slightly opened, revealing the red undergarment inside, a thought suddenly burst into the Emperor of Chilin’s mind.
The Emperor of Chilin suddenly tore apart Linghe’s clothes and commanded his guards: "Play her to death!"
Linghe was an Imperial Consort; how could the guards dare to touch her? But they couldn’t defy the Emperor of Chilin’s order, leaving them at a loss for what to do.
Linghe was utterly terrified. She knew upon arriving at Chilin that the Emperor of Chilin had a bad temper, which had grown increasingly worse and more brutally shocking over the years.
Of course, she bore significant responsibility for the way the Emperor of Chilin had become.
Every time the ministers advised the Emperor of Chilin to change his ways, he was ready to change, but she would incite, saying that as a ruler of a nation, he could do as he pleased, causing him to become more brutal and headstrong.
There were even some perverted aspects.
Even though she bore great responsibility, it did not mean she was willing to be played to death!
Linghe clung to the Emperor of Chilin’s leg in terror, "Please, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare me, spare me, Your Majesty, I didn’t expect things to turn out this way, Your Majesty, please spare me, I am Li Er’s imperial consort. How can I suffer such humiliation, Your Majesty!"
The Emperor of Chilin angrily replied: "If Li Er were still healthy, perhaps I would spare you for his sake, but now Li Er is a fool, and a foolish prince is a disgrace to me! Once you are played to death, I will have someone deal with him early too, lest he live his whole life in foolishness and shame me endlessly!"
The Emperor of Chilin and Linghe’s son—Li Er, caught a cold a few days ago, developed a high fever, and after it subsided, he awoke only to giggle foolishly, unable to utter a single word. The Imperial Physician diagnosed him as having become an idiot.
An idiot son would only become a laughingstock for him, and besides, he wasn’t lacking sons, so this foolish son might as well be dead.
The Emperor truly thought this way.
"Even a fierce tiger doesn’t eat its cubs, Your Majesty!" Upon hearing that the Emperor of Chilin also intended to kill her son, Linghe was even more terrified.