With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

Chapter 389 It is your honor to die for the princess
"Come here and massage my legs. If you feel comfortable, I will let you go back with the envoy of Southern Qi." Song Yishui said with a smile, "It's no fun to play with such a small thing as yours. Your status is not high enough. It's more interesting to be the favored ninth princess of Southern Qi."

"I guess you don't dare to reveal the truth to them," Song Yishui snorted and laughed. "By the way, will you feel good when you go back? If you reveal the truth, the Emperor of Southern Qi and Concubine Li will hate you to death, and they may even vent their anger on your family. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you. Even if this princess lets you go, Southern Qi may not."

Song Yishui was very happy when he saw Cui Jing’s pale face.

She just likes to see the fear on other people's faces, it's very interesting.

She also liked to see people frightened to death, just because of fear of something, being scared to death, that scene was extremely interesting.

"What are you standing there for?" Song Yishui frowned, "Come and massage my legs."

Cui Jing trembled and hurried over to help Song Yishui massage his legs.

She didn't know what would happen after she returned, but now she wanted to live. Every time she was humiliated, her hatred for Song Qi deepened. How could the other party hurt her like this?

Song Qin, from now on, she will no longer have any sisterly feelings towards this person.

"Song Qi is so cunning. This princess and my brothers and sisters should discuss what to do when the time comes." Song Yishui held up her chin and thought with great interest. "We can't kill her right away. That would be boring. We have to let her live longer. This is the first cunning person like her since the Great Qi was divided into Northern Qi and Southern Qi. It will definitely be very interesting."

"Do you have any interesting ideas?" Song Yishui suddenly asked.

Cui Jing didn't react, which made Song Yishui dissatisfied. He kicked Cui Jing, causing her to scream in pain.

But she didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction. Thinking that Song Qi was about to encounter this, she couldn't help but feel impatient.

She quickly got up and continued to massage Song Yishui's legs.

"Have you thought about it?" Song Yishui asked.

Cui Jing was afraid that if she didn't answer, she would anger Song Yishui again, so she said tremblingly: "You can tie her to the horse..."

"Then what?" Song Yishui asked, becoming more interested.

Cui Jing gritted her teeth and continued, "Tie flags to all other horses, and tie her to one horse. Let all the horses run, and then Her Royal Highness the Third Princess can shoot the flags with arrows. You can make some marks on these flags. Her Royal Highness is an accurate archer, so there's no need to worry about hurting her."

"it is good!"

Song Yishui was very happy with this suggestion, and he followed her and said, "Why tie up flags? There are people sitting on all the horses, so there is no need to tie them up. Let them run by themselves. Just arrange a group of slaves. It is their ability if they can get off the horses alive. If they cannot survive, that is their fate. They are all lowly and cheap things. Their greatest value is to amuse people."

"Hahahaha, it's very interesting to think about. I'll discuss this with my brothers and sisters later. They should be very interested."

Cui Jing was so frightened that her lips turned pale, but then she thought that she didn't have to go through all this alone, but Song Qin who harmed her would have to go through it, and her fear was mixed with a little relief and joy.

"I was wondering where this little thing went. Turns out it's with my third sister." Song Wenyu, the second prince of Northern Qi, walked in, and without caring about Song Yishui, he found a seat and sat down. He held his chin and stared at Cui Jing, who was lowering her head and massaging Song Yishui's legs.

Song Yishui raised his eyes and glanced: "Is the second brother here? We were just talking about something interesting."

Then she simply told Cui Jing's previous proposal, which attracted Song Wenyu's approval. The look in his eyes when he looked at Cui Jing was different: "Third sister, you taught her bad things." "Probably not," Song Yishui laughed while covering her mouth, "She said it was me who tied the flags, but I wanted the slaves to mount the horses. However, she must hate the Ninth Princess of Southern Qi."

"I think she's quite interesting, so let's keep her." Song Wenyu picked up the teacup and took a sip before saying, "She should like to see us playing with the Ninth Princess."

Cui Jing said nothing, gritting her teeth. She naturally wanted to see such a scene, but she wanted to go back and leave Northern Qi forever. This place was too terrible. None of the princes and princesses of Northern Qi were normal. No, there was still one who was slightly normal, the third prince Song Yuheng. But even if he was slightly normal, he would not oppose her and his brothers and sisters for her. At most, he would arrange for someone to send her some medicine for her injuries.

Now she just wants to go back to Nanqi.

There is no need to look at what kind of torture Song Qi will suffer. It will not be easy for him to stay in Northern Qi.

She just wanted to go back.

Because of what she was thinking, she pinched Song Yishui's legs harder, which hurt him. She thought to herself that it was not good, and sure enough, Song Yishui slapped her in the face, making her cry.

"She's so clumsy, she can't even pinch her legs, it's so annoying." Song Yishui frowned, she looked at Song Wenyu who was sitting there, and smiled, "Since Second Brother is here to find her, you can take her away, I don't want her to serve me now."

"Row."

Cui Jing wanted to refuse, but she didn't dare to open her mouth. Except for Song Yuheng, there were no good people in Northern Qi, and they had more ways to torment people than one.

In the carriage, Song Wenyu held a teacup and looked at Cui Jing, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.

"Don't even think about going back. No woman who came to Northern Qi went back." Song Wenyu glanced at her with a smile, "Wait until the Ninth Princess comes and attracts other people's attention. No one should be interested in you anymore. Then you can go to this prince's house. Don't you hate the Ninth Princess of Southern Qi? Then this prince will find a way to help you torture her and make her life worse than death."

For a moment, Cui Jing felt happy, but then she thought that these people were not good people and were not polite when they humiliated her. She hated Song Qi and she also hated these people.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Wenyu pinched her chin and moved closer: "If you don't agree, you won't have a good life. In this prince's mansion, at least others can't bully you."

"This prince likes your appearance. You will look even better if you keep it for a few more years. If you are without a master by then, you should understand what will happen. You will have to serve more than just one person. I really don't know how many people you will have to serve."

Cui Jing clenched her fists and finally spoke: "Is this something I can just agree to or not?"

How is she? Isn't it up to them?
Even if the Ninth Princess could harm the daughter of a county magistrate, the Emperor of Southern Qi would not risk taking the risk to bring her back.

I'm afraid I really can't go back.

Thinking of this, Cui Jing couldn't help feeling sad.

What mistake did she make that fate had to arrange this for her?

Song Jue, why couldn't Song Jue see her well? This was not the pain she should endure.

She had never done anything bad and had been quite tolerant towards Song Qi. She had never known hatred or anger, but she had experienced it deeply in recent days.

If you really can't go back, choosing someone to follow is indeed a way out.