I, the prince, only want to be deposed.

Chapter 342 Whipping
"Wipe your ass? What ass should I wipe?"

Liu Ju looked suspicious when he heard this.

Su Wen still did not raise his eyes, but lowered his head and raised his hand to salute:

"Please forgive me for not saying more. Your Highness will know when you return to Bowang Garden."

It was only then that Liu Ju noticed that Su Wen's right hand was missing a little finger for some reason.

Although the wound has healed now, the pink scar on the broken surface can still be seen, which is obviously a new wound caused not long ago.

As the Yellow Gate Minister, Su Wen was already one of Liu Che's closest attendants.

Given his status and position, he didn't need to wield swords or swords on a daily basis, and he didn't even need to do physical work. There were almost no conditions that would cause this degree of disability.

If the injury was caused by someone else, Su Wen was with Liu Che, and the wound that was exposed in the open could not be covered up. One must look at the owner before beating the dog. Liu Che would certainly not remain indifferent after finding out. If he could not give a reasonable reason, there would definitely be a bloody storm, and it would definitely not be a trivial matter.

Thinking about this, Liu Ju pointed at Su Wen's hand and asked:

"Minister Su, what is this hand of yours..."

"It was my own carelessness, Your Highness, please do not blame me."

However, Su Wen immediately dropped his hands and hid them inside his wide sleeves. He still kept his eyes down and did not look at Liu Ju, as if he was hiding something, but the hiding was very unnatural.

Don’t you dare to say it?

Then it should be related to Liu Che!
But what exactly happened that made Liu Che treat Su Wen like this?

Seeing Su Wen avoiding him all the time, Liu Ju was not sure whether this matter had anything to do with him, but he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

Combined with Jin Midi's previous reminder, there is also the "wipe your ass" edict brought by Su Wen now.

He had reason to suspect that Liu Che had already known about what happened on the Korean Peninsula and Japan, and was dissatisfied with some of his actions, so he had begun to "beat" himself. Maybe even Su Wen's injury was part of "beating" himself...

Realizing this, Liu Ju no longer had the mood to chat nonsense with Su Wen and Jin Midi.

The matter of Su Wu was temporarily put aside.

He now just wanted to return to Bowang Garden immediately and find out what Liu Che had done to Bowang Garden... After all, if Su Wen's severed finger was also a warning to him, the situation of the officials in Bowang Garden would only be more dangerous!

"That being the case, Minister Su should be more careful in the future."

Liu Ju immediately jumped onto the carriage and said to these people, "I'll go first." Then he picked up the whip and gave a "go!", driving the carriage back to the bus office.

The Six Arts of a Gentleman are essential skills in the aristocratic education system.

Even though Liu Ju was the crown prince, he did not need to drive himself on weekdays. He had practiced this skill when he was a child. He might not be as professional as the emperor's full-time drivers like Huo Guang and Jin Midi, but he could easily control a horse-drawn carriage.

"Your Highness, wait a minute. How about asking me to find a driver to take you there?"

Seeing this, Su Wu hurriedly shouted from behind.

"Your Highness..."

Jin Midi and Su Wen did not expect that Liu Ju would drive away in the carriage by himself, so they hurriedly chased after him.

But Liu Ju didn't even turn his head:

"No need. Guo Zhen and my Zhongdun are waiting for you at the bus station. I will go back by myself!" When he was halfway through driving, he ran into Zhao Zhou, Ni Kuan, Han Shuo, Li Ji and others who were walking into the palace.

Seeing the car speeding towards them, the group of people were forced to dodge to the sides of the road, while privately complaining:
"Now that your majesty has strictly enforced the rules, there are still people who dare to drive fast in the palace. This is simply too audacious..."

Then they saw Liu Ju sitting in the coachman's seat, waving the whip and passing by them quickly.

"Your Highness?"

The group's eyes widened immediately.

This trip has been going on for nearly a year, and no one has ever seen Liu Ju driving a car himself, let alone riding a horse. But now that he has arrived at the palace, His Highness is driving the car himself. Has something important happened?
They went to the palace to report this time, and they were already feeling uneasy about deceiving the emperor. Now, seeing Liu Ju's appearance, their hearts were even more nervous.

"Where are you going, Your Highness?"

Han Shuo even raised his voice and asked.

"Wipe your ass!"

Liu Ju's answer was simpler than expected, but it contained enough information to make these people even more uneasy.

However, in the time it took to say this, Liu Ju's carriage had already rushed dozens of feet away, leaving them no chance to ask any further questions.

"Wipe your ass?"

Li Ji was still as innocent as ever, and asked doubtfully,
"Your Highness, did you have a stomach upset these days, or did you catch a cold last night? You accidentally..."

"Let's go."

Zhao Zhou glanced at Li Ji with a look of concern for mentally retarded children, shook his head helplessly, and said to the others,
"Captain Jin should still be waiting for us at the Golden Horse Gate. He should know something. If anything unexpected happens, he will definitely give us some hints before we meet the emperor."

……

Bowang Garden.

"My dear child... you are about to give birth, and you even had a miscarriage a few days ago... How can you..."

The Prince's Secretary Ji Ping, who was over 60 years old, lay on the couch. He seemed to have exhausted all his strength just by raising his neck, but he still spoke to Yi Shuo who came to visit him in a weak voice,

"How can you continue to worry about this old man... I beg you to put the emperor's grandson first. If... if... when Your Highness comes back, teach me how to explain to Your Highness..."

In just a few words, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Ji Ping's forehead, and his wrinkled face became paler.

"Don't worry too much, Ji Zhanshi, I know what's going on..."

Even though Yi Shuo was extremely restrained, as soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was immediately drowned out by the uncontrollable sobbing, and she quickly covered her mouth and turned her face away.

When he turned around again, Yi Shuo's eyes were already red, but he still pretended to be calm and said:
"If it weren't for the fact that Secretary Ji was anxious to ask the imperial physician to come and help me with my pregnancy, how could I have suffered this disaster?"

"Don't think about other things, just focus on your recovery. I have personally prepared some tonics, along with special external patches, and the garlic juice that Your Highness taught Yi Shuo before. As long as Ji Zhanshi takes it regularly, he will recover in a few days..."

As an experienced doctor, how could she not see how serious Ji Ping's current condition was?
If it were a young man in his prime, he might be able to withstand the beating.

But Ji Ping was already a sixty-year-old man, and his body's ability to recover was no longer what it used to be. This merciless beating was tantamount to taking his life.

Now it has been more than half a month since he was tortured. Even though Yi Shuo insisted on treating his wounds personally every day, the wounds on his back have not healed and have even shown signs of necrosis and gangrene.

(End of this chapter)