Li Qingmu stood in front of Qi Yun's Dragon Bed, looking extremely awkward.
They weren't alone; there were also two eunuchs and two palace maids present, and now that they'd heard, well...
Qi Yun's gaze shifted slightly, coldly sweeping over them.
The four of them were quick-witted and immediately knelt down to kowtow for mercy: "Your Majesty, spare us, Your Majesty, spare us, we didn't hear anything! Please have mercy!"
Qi Yun squinted his eyes, mercy? This mercy, I'm afraid it can't be granted.
"Li Qingmu, what do you think about this?"
Li Qingmu raised his head slowly: "I'll let Your Majesty decide entirely!"
"Very well, guards, these servants don't know the rules, take them all out and beat them to death!"
In an instant, the palace was filled with cries of agony and pleas for mercy, almost to the point of hoarseness.
Qi Yun said coldly: "Gag their mouths before you execute them!"
This was to directly prevent them from speaking the truth in their despair.
