"One hundred fifty-nine... One hundred sixty-eight..." Whispered counts turned into clear calculations.
The orderly counting seemed to cheer on Mu Ge.
Mu Xiong pressed his lips tightly, gazing at the small figure on the high platform with both pride and heartache. In his palm, he secretly clutched an Advanced Elixir for muscle regeneration and blood circulation. This life-saving elixir was acquired by chance, and he was waiting for the punishment with the Teng Whip to conclude so he could immediately feed it to Mu Qingge to save her life.
"One hundred ninety-nine, two hundred!"
With the last crack of the whip, the Teng Whip, as thick as a baby’s arm, snapped in half.
"Little Lord!" The executioner’s face changed drastically, kneeling on one knee with his head tilted up at the still-standing Mu Ge.
"Is it over?" Mu Ge raised her chin, looking towards the skies, her voice light and calm. As if the one enduring the punishment was not her at all.
"Little Lord, two hundred Teng Whips, not a single one missed!"
The synchronized voice answered her.
Mu Ge felt the darkened figures before her eyes diminish slightly, as the intense pain on her back had long radiated throughout her body, leaving her numb.
Not a single one missed.
This answer brought a faint, serene smile to Mu Ge’s lips, as her vision darkened, and she fell backward.
"Little Lord!" The soldiers kneeling on one knee were horrified as Mu Ge’s body fell, nearly rising to rush towards the high platform.
But someone was faster than them.
A flash of blue light, and Mu Xiong was already standing on the high platform, catching Mu Ge’s body and without hesitation, placing the elixir into her mouth, using Inner Strength to help her absorb the medicine.
"Old General, please let me become the Little Lord’s trusted aide!"
"Old General, and me too!"
"Count me in!"
The clamoring voices caused Qin Jinhao to rise slowly. He looked at the Mu Family, surrounded by the soldiers of Great Qin, with a trace of jealousy in his eyes. His stern face shifted between light and shadow. "Mu Family, Mu Family... Mu Xiong... Mu Qingge!"
"Alright! As for the trusted aide matter, we’ll discuss after Ge’er heals. Everyone disperse." As his grandson gained the respect of these proud soldiers, Mu Xiong was happy, but at that moment, he was more concerned about Mu Qingge’s injuries.


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