Chapter 21 Lingchi, Lingchi

Outside the Court of the Imperial Court, Ying Chengjiao pointed at Lü Buwei and said to Ying Zheng:
“Brother, the master said that he would solve this matter. Let’s go back to the palace and I will take you to choose your palace.”

Lu Buwei gave Ying Zheng a kind smile.

“Don’t worry, Young Master. Just let Bu Wei handle this matter. No one will dare to assassinate you again.”

Ying Zheng forced a smile, followed his brother’s call, and said reluctantly:

“Excuse me sir.”

The person my mother hated the most was Lu Buwei.

In Zhao State, there was not a day that he did not hear his mother scolding Lu Buwei.

Every once in a while, his mother would tell him the story of how Lu Buwei fled with Qin Yiren to save his life, leaving them, an orphan and a widow, to die in his place.

Lu Buwei sighed in his heart.

[Repairing the relationship is a long and arduous journey…]
“You’re welcome, young master.”

The brothers drove away.

Lu Buwei looked at the backs of the two men, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he turned around and walked into the Supreme Court.

In the evening, the gate of the Supreme Court, whose sides had not yet been lit, was dark and deep, like a huge mouth of the abyss.

At the entrance of the Tingwei prison, the Right Supervisor was waiting with a gloomy look on his face.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw that it was Lu Buwei, and immediately ran two steps to meet him.

“Lü Gong, this is really not my fault.

“I don’t know what tortures you have seen or heard of. To be on the safe side, I used the Lingchi torture that appeared last year.

“Very few people know about this punishment…”

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.

It’s not that he lacks confidence, but that he has nothing to say.

Speechless.

Who told you about the torture of lingchi?

“Being smart!”

As soon as Lu Buwei opened his mouth he started scolding without mercy.

Although he knew that no matter what kind of torture was used, Ying Chengjiao would be able to see through it, the matter could not be blamed on the Right Supervisor of the Supreme Court.

But it wasn’t his fault that they fled Handan and left behind Zhao Ji and her son. Didn’t he have to take the blame for his lord?

The Right Supervisor of the Supreme Court would at most be scolded a few words, but his life might be in danger in the future.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

“I asked you to peel the skin but you refused and chose Lingchi. Do you know the origin of Lingchi?”

The Right Supervisor of the Court of Censors put on an apologetic smile.

“The villain doesn’t know.”

Lu Buwei snorted coldly.

“The former king once asked the prince: ‘If a person’s crimes could not be written down even on all the bamboo slips in the world, what kind of punishment should this person receive?’

“The previous king just told you about the various tortures invented by King Zhou of Shang the other day. I thought you would mention the tortures of burning with fire and water dripping.

“However, what the young master was talking about was lingchi.

“The previous king had never heard of this punishment and was confused about its meaning, so he asked about it.

“The young master said: ‘I cannot die without three thousand six hundred blows.’

“The late king applauded and asked why it was called lingchi instead of three thousand six hundred cuts.

“The young master climbed a mountain a hundred feet high, carrying his chariot on his back. Why? Because it was too slow.

“Even a mountain hundreds of feet high, a loaded vehicle can climb it. Why? Because the slope is gentle.

“Take the great meaning, change ‘Ling’ to ‘Ling’, and add the meaning of ‘sharp and fierce’.

“Lingchi means the killer wants the victim to die slowly rather than quickly.”

The Right Supervisor of the Imperial Court opened his mouth wide, with a look of astonishment and shock. He had never expected that Prince Chengjiao, who was well-known for his virtue and had invented countless items for enjoyment, was actually the inventor of the latest torture in the Qin State.

Lü Buwei had scolded him, but when he saw the expression on the right supervisor’s face, he felt secretly happy.

The two emotions of being a teacher and being proud of his disciples mixed together, making him want to talk.

[The Right Supervisor of the Imperial Court is already a pillar of the court and is worth winning over, so let’s talk to him a few more words.]
[The more he understands you, the more loyal he becomes to my Lord.]
“The former king was as surprised as you are, and then he praised you for your iron-blooded character.” Then he said with regret: “If I had known about Lingchi earlier, I would have used it on Bai Qi.”

“The prince was shocked and asked the late king, ‘Wu’an Jun? You said before that the person who committed so many crimes that even the whole world of bamboo slips could not write them all was Wu’an Jun?’

“The late king nodded.

“The prince was furious and asked the king, ‘What crime has Wu’an Jun committed?’

“The former king replied: ‘450,000 surrendered Zhao soldiers were trapped and 45 people were buried alive. Is this a big crime? Can Bai Qi still be considered a human being for doing such a heinous thing?’

“The prince was furious and said, ‘Are you the king of Qin or the king of Zhao? I am ashamed to talk to you! We have no common language.’ He was about to leave.”

The Right Supervisor of the Supreme Court turned pale with fright just by listening to it, and his mind was full of thoughts.

[How did you survive? Can the late king even forgive you?]
The previous king was King Zhaoxiang of Qin.

Not only the six countries were afraid, but the Qin people themselves were also afraid.

He deposed the Queen Mother, expelled his brothers and relatives, established himself as the Western Emperor, detained the King of Chu, and killed Wu’an Jun…

Each and every one of them is a big deal.

Pick any one of them, and ordinary people would not even dare to think about it, let alone do it.

But King Zhaoxiang of Qin not only thought about it, he also did it and accomplished it.

No one in Qin dared to disobey the former king.

No matter how great his contribution is, can it be greater than that of Wu’an Jun?

No matter how close you are to the late king, can you be closer than the Queen Dowager Xuan who gave birth to him, raised him, and helped him ascend the throne?

Wu’an Jun disobeyed the orders of the previous king and died. The previous king gave the order himself.

Queen Dowager Xuan fought for power with the previous king and also died. The cause of her death remains a mystery. All we know is that it was the second year after she was deposed by the previous king.

Lu Buwei’s words did not stop because of the ideological fluctuations of the Right Supervisor of the Supreme Court.

“Everyone thought that the young master would die, but the late king laughed heartily. Not only did he not pursue the young master’s crime, but he also hugged him.

“You are a man who dares to think and speak, and never bows to power. You are truly a man of honor.”

The Right Supervisor of the Supreme Court was speechless for a long time, in shock.

[If what Lü Buwei said is true, then Master Cheng Jiao is definitely not a spoiled master!]
[Oh! What kind of spoiled young man can eat and vomit at the same time in the Tingwei Prison…]
When he came to his senses, he found that Lu Buwei was no longer there, so he hurried into the Tingwei Prison.

“Lü Gong, wait for me!”

In the torture room, there was still the same wooden stake, but with a different assassin.

“Haha! Come on! Punish me! My skin is itching!”

Lü Buwei didn’t even look at him, didn’t ask anything, and just said:

“Lingchi.”

The Right Supervisor of the Court of Censors came forward with a blunt knife, one foot long, which was covered in blood and rust and had a broken edge, and he was grinning.

Screams echoed throughout the prison.

After twenty-three strikes, the assassin began to curse.

After one hundred and seventy-eight stab wounds, the assassin began to beg for mercy, wanting to be killed quickly.

After three hundred and sixty-four stab wounds, the assassin cried and shouted for a confession, saying that he would answer whatever the adults asked.

Lu Buwei waved his hand and the Right Supervisor of the Supreme Court stopped his sword.

This big businessman, whose business covers six countries, said with a smile:
“I also have a master, and I completely understand your thoughts. If I were caught, I would only wish for a quick death, and would never betray my master.

“So I don’t ask who your master is or who sent you. I will protect your reputation and keep you loyal.

“I give you a favor, and you should answer my questions truthfully.”

The assassin was in extreme pain and was still stunned for a moment. After reacting, he said with gratitude:

“Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!”

Lu Buwei waved his hand, spread out the bamboo slips on the table, and picked up the brush.

“First, tell me what your master gave you to make you work so hard.”

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