After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

Chapter 300: Corpse Hidden in a Dry Well

At the same time, the imperial guards who were in charge of searching the secret passages and secret doors of the entire Fang Garden came over quickly with a group of wounded children.

There were about twenty-three children, big and small.

Everyone, except for their relatively clean face, had injuries on their bodies.

Behind them followed several servants and old women who were hunched over and trembling constantly.

A guard stepped forward and saluted, saying:

"Your Highness, this batch was found in the cellar. When we arrived, they were being whipped with whips dipped in salt water by the slaves."

"Several others were severely injured and were barely hanging on by a thread..."

Zhong Ning looked at this group of children. Their eyes had become almost numb, and there was timidity and fear in their eyes as they looked at Zhong Ning.

Zhong Ning took two steps forward and walked in front of a little girl about eleven years old.

Looking at the scars all over the little girl's arms, Zhong Ning's eyes flashed with a sinister look, and she asked softly, "Good girl, tell me, who hurt you?"

The little girl took a step back uncomfortably, her body shaking uncontrollably, not daring to answer.

Zhong Ning was helpless and turned to the little boy standing beside her, "You come and tell me who hurt you, and I will avenge you, okay?"

The little boy's slightly numb eyes seemed to light up, and his eye sockets instantly turned red. His little hand trembled as he pointed at the man standing at the back with his head lowered and his body hunched, and his voice was filled with hatred:

"It was him... He hit me... and touched me... I was... so scared..."

The little boy cried intermittently, with fear in his voice, but the kindness released by Zhong Ning was like the last straw that made him want to hold on tightly.

He doesn't want to be here.

He wants to go home.

Zhong Ning took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears.

Then he glanced over and the imperial guard immediately understood what he meant. He walked over and grabbed the man by the collar and threw him to the ground.

Zhong Ning's eyes were gloomy, as if filled with infinite anger. She spread out her jade hands in the air, and Hua Rong immediately handed a whip with barbs on it to her.

With a snap, the whip hit the man, and he instantly arched his body in pain. "I won't dare to do it again, I won't dare to do it again... Your Highness, spare my life!"

Zhong Ning whipped him three times in a row, then Yu handed the whip to the boy, "Go, this is your chance for revenge! Release the hatred in your heart and don't let it torture you for the rest of your life!"

The boy took the whip, holding it tightly in his little hands, his dirty face showing fear. He slowly walked up to the man, trying to muster up his courage, but when he thought of how the other had disgusted him, infinite hatred suddenly surged in the boy's heart.

My sister is right, he wants revenge.

The boy raised the whip and lashed down, again and again. Every lash reminded him of everything he had endured in that dark dungeon.

Zhong Ning ordered his men to bring over the other slaves and force them to kneel on the ground. He then distributed the whips to a group of children and asked them to take revenge on their own.

Some were so scared that they stood still and dared not move.

Some of them trembled all over and picked up whips to resist.

Some cried and fought, as if they had finally vented the grievances in their hearts.

Those who knelt on the ground and wanted to resist were kicked back by the imperial guards, which drained all their strength and forced them to lie on the ground and take the beating.

The whip cracked, and Murong Chen's face turned pale with anger at the scene before him: "Murong Ning, when beating a dog, you should look at the owner first. Don't go too far!"

Zhong Ning didn't give him another chance to bark and kicked him directly.

Murong Chen screamed in pain and was kicked two meters away. He fell to the ground and rolled several times. When he got up, he was covered in dirt.

As the prince of An, he had never been in such an embarrassing situation!

He gnashed his teeth and howled angrily: "Come, come, this is a rebellion, take her down for me..."

All the guards who were captured and responsible for protecting Fang Garden: ...

Master, do you think we are the ones being captured?

Murong Chen howled for a long time but no one paid any attention to him. Everyone looked at him with incredible eyes, as if they were looking at a fool.

He trembled his lips timidly, wanting to say something more outrageous, but looking at the scene before him, he said nothing.

Zhong Ning looked at the people who were searched out of Fangyuan. In addition to the twenty-three people in the dungeon, there were forty-two people who were forced to receive customers. There should be more than thirty people who had not been seen.

According to the account books provided by Hua Rong, there should be at least a hundred children abducted by Fang Yuan in the past two years.

How could there be so much less now?

Zhong Ning frowned slightly, and was about to ask someone to search again, but she saw a girl with gorgeous clothes and a beautiful face kneeling down in front of her with a bang.

"Princess, Your Highness, help!" The girl knelt on the ground and took two steps forward. "You must be here to save us, Your Highness, can you save my sister first..."

"Your sister?"

The girl nodded heavily with tears in her eyes. "I haven't seen her for three days. I only heard that she angered the noble and was punished by the young master. Now I don't know whether she is alive or dead... Princess, can you save her..."

Zhong Ning turned around and gestured. Hua Rong immediately drew her sword and placed it on the neck of the so-called Fang Garden manager. She asked in a cold voice, "Where is the person?"

The manager was frightened by the cold sword light and collapsed to the ground. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he didn't dare to speak.

Zhong Ning suddenly raised his foot and kicked the steward in the chest, his voice extremely cold: "Tell me, or I will kill you!"

The steward covered his heart and cried out twice, but when he saw Zhong Ning's murderous look, he immediately got up and knelt, crying bitterly: "Your Highness, please spare me, Your Highness, please spare me. I am only following your orders... I have elderly parents and young children to take care of, and an eighty-year-old mother who is bedridden..."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear this. Where are you?"

The steward raised his hand slightly and pointed to the southwest of Fang Garden, "There is a dry well in the back garden..."

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of imperial guards immediately headed towards the back garden.

"Your Highness...something's going on here..." Suddenly, an urgent voice came from the Imperial Guards, as if they had discovered something.

Zhong Ning didn't think twice and led his men directly to the back garden. All of them were escorted by the imperial guards all the way to the back garden.

Following the stone path, we arrived at the dry well in the back garden, which was surrounded by towering bamboo forests. Under the howling north wind, the place seemed gloomy and windy.

At the dry well, a guard tied a rope around his waist and slowly lowered himself down... Several other guards held the rope to prevent people from falling into the well.

Next to the dry well were two bodies that had just been salvaged.

One was a fresh corpse of a fourteen-year-old woman who had been dead for about three days.