The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 561: Begging for mercy again and stay away from trouble
Flower shadows under the moon, quails and black hooves.

The changes in the situation outside the hall seemed to have nothing to do with the villain inside the hall. The light and shadow fell and disappeared, the dark night quietly fell, and everything returned to the silence of the past.

Miao Yuan rubbed her eyes and opened them dazedly. She felt as if the quilt at her feet was pressed down by something heavy, making her unable to move.

Miao Yuan curled up her legs and turned over with difficulty, just in time to see Ning Chang lying at the end of her bed, kneeling on the ground and sleeping.

"Aunt...Aunt..."

Little Dumpling called Ning Chang in a hoarse voice, "Has her aunt taken care of her for a whole day without any rest?"
Ning Chang was sleeping at the end of the bed when she was suddenly awakened by the sound of Miao Yuan waking up. Ning Chang quickly stood up and walked over to check anxiously, "Are you awake, Yuan'er?"

"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

Miao Yuan propped herself up and sat up. Ning Chang supported her little body, put the pillow upright under her waist, and took care of her gently and meticulously.

Miao Yuan shook her head gently, "I'm fine, aunt."

"That's good. You didn't even know that your aunt was worried sick about you..."

"Aunt Lao is worried."

Ning Chang shook her head, rubbed Miao Yuan's cute little face, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "As long as you are fine, auntie can do anything."

Miao Yuan looked down at the disciple robe she had just changed into, which still faintly smelled of ointment. Miao Yuan knew that Ning Chang had been taking care of her.

"Auntie, you've worked hard."

"It's not hard. As long as your injury can heal, auntie is fine with anything."

Miao Yuan responded nonchalantly, then looked up at the hall. It was empty and no one was there.

"Aunt, where is Han Mo?" Miao Yuan looked at Ning Chang anxiously.

It was Han Mo who sent Miao Yuan back. The fact that Han Mo went down the mountain without permission must have been known by the teachers and brothers on the mountain. I don't know how the master will punish him.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Ning Chang held down the excited little girl with her hands. She had guessed that she would ask her about Han Mo. So she had given instructions early on, asking the disciples to be careful when carrying out the execution.

The disciples also followed her instructions. The first ten blows of the stick left their skin torn and bloody, while the last twenty blows were as light as a feather and barely noticeable.

Although he showed mercy, the criminal law of Cangling Mountain is strict. After thirty canings, he will have to rest for more than half a month before he can recover. I am afraid that during this period, Hanmo disciples will not be able to stay at home.

"Don't worry, Nan Kui just finished applying the medicine to you, and she went to Yuanshan Cave to see disciple Han Mo. Your master didn't punish him much, but..."

Ning Chang's voice suddenly stopped, a flash of regret flashed across her face. Damn it, I actually forgot about the confinement.

"What is it?" Miao Yuan grabbed Ning Chang's hand, feeling flustered. Since the punishment was not severe, Han Mo might be treated more harshly in other aspects. If her guess was correct...

"Alas," Ning Chang turned around and sighed, "Even if the confinement is extended by another 400,000 years, I'm afraid it will take another 500,000 years before I can be released."

"What?" Miao Yuan was stunned. A hundred thousand years was long enough, but he didn't expect his master to punish him with another four hundred thousand years of confinement, which would take five hundred thousand years.

Han Mo stayed alone in the round cave. There was nothing around him, not even anyone to talk to. If this continued, how would he survive this long period alone?

"Yuan'er, don't worry. When the time is right, I will go to your master and plead for mercy, and I will ask him to release Han Mo's disciple."

Miao Yuan clutched the quilt in front of her, staring at the pattern on it in a daze, unable to accept it for a moment. Was the punishment so severe for just going down the mountain without permission?

Yunyu and Moqi on the Sakya Demon Island made such a serious mistake, but one was just driven down the mountain and the other was merely confined.

The fates of different people are really too different.

"Yuan'er?" Ning Chang touched Miao Yuan's little head. Seeing that Miao Yuan kept her head down, immersed in her own world, she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"I'm fine, aunt." Miao Yuan raised her head and gave Ning Chang a weak smile. Her little fists under the quilt were clenched tightly at this moment.

Isn't it just confinement? She just waits.

"That's good." Ning Chang stepped forward and hugged Miao Yuan in her arms, her face full of love and care.

"Yuan'er, you have to know that sometimes confinement is also a way to stay away from trouble. Besides, disciple Han Mo has just absorbed the spiritual power of the Blood Spirit Flower. What he needs most at this moment is to concentrate on training and rest in peace."

"I understand everything, aunt."

Miao Yuan closed her eyes, hiding her slightly red eyes. She suppressed the bitterness in her heart and kept telling herself, Yan Miao Yuan, you can do it, it's just fifty years of confinement, time will pass in a flash, when Han Mo is released from confinement, he can be self-reliant and no longer have to blame others.

"I have sent a message to my brother, asking him to take care of the clan's affairs without worry. You should stay in Cangling Mountain and take good care of your injuries."

"Wait for the next Blood Spirit Pearl Flower to appear. My brother and I will find it for you."

Miao Yuan said softly, "Okay, thank you aunt."

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Ning Chang gently stroked her back, touched her smooth and sweet purple hair, and smiled softly, "Yuan'er and aunt, why are you being so polite?"

"Just rest and recover. My brother and I will take care of everything. Even if the sky falls, my brother and I will protect you."

Miao Yuan felt warm in her heart, she opened her eyes and stepped back slightly. Ning Chang let go of her body and looked at her tenderly.

"what happened?"

Looking at Ning Chang's gentle expression, Miao Yuan smiled cutely, "Aunt, it's great to have you."

"Haha, you..." Ning Chang pinched Miao Yuan's little face and liked her very much. How could her brother, who was so cold, have such a lovely daughter, so well-behaved.

"Aunt, I'm fine on my own. You should go back and rest. I'll go back to Xiaoqi Pavilion as soon as the sun rises tomorrow."

"It's okay. Auntie will stay with you for one night."

Ning Chang stood up from the bedside and said, "I'll have someone bring you the medicine. You're awake now, so take the medicine and go back to sleep."

"Okay, thank you for your help, auntie."

"Why be so polite to my aunt?" Ning Chang smiled, turned around and walked out.

The night outside the hall darkened and the surroundings were quiet except for the cheerful chirping of black-hoofed birds. Even the two disciples on duty outside the hall were drowsy and could not lift their heads.

Ning Chang called them softly and told the disciples on duty to follow her to the kitchen to get medicine, and there was no need to guard the place.

The disciples on duty responded and left with Ning Chang without thinking too much.

As soon as they left, a tall and thin black figure with a sword on his waist quietly entered the hall.

“Senior Sister Miaoyuan!!”

Kuiyin walked in and shouted.

Miao Yuan looked up in shock, and saw Kui Yin, holding the sword at his waist, running in happily like a wild monkey.

"Huh? Why did you become a little ghost again?" Kui Yin paused slightly. He looked at Miao Yuan, who was sitting on the bed, and couldn't help but ask a soul-searching question.

Miaoyuan: "..."