Chapter 3
The Two Principles Hall was one of the three great halls of the previous dynasty, also known as the Inner Hall. It was a crucial place where the Son of Heaven and his trusted ministers held council. Although it was the smallest of the three grand halls, entry was forbidden to anyone other than key ministers.
Jiang Luan’s residence, the Lingfeng Hall, was situated in the center of the six rear palaces, quite some distance away. Passing through several palace gates, the imposing silhouette of the Two Principles Hall appeared in the distance.
Halfway along the sedan chair’s path, a heavy rain began to fall. Accompanied by the deafening rumble of spring thunder, torrents of rainwater dripped from the eaves on both sides of the long corridor. As they passed the spacious courtyard before the Two Principles Hall, Jiang Luan heard someone counting amidst the downpour.
“…Twenty-seven, twenty-eight…”
A dull, heavy sound of striking echoed.
Seated high in the sedan chair, Jiang Luan looked down and saw four imperial guards wielding punishment rods standing in the courtyard beside the hall, beneath intricately carved white jade dragon steps, administering court flogging.
The body under the blows was lifeless, unmoving even in the rain. Each strike landed heavily, as if beating on dead flesh.
This place was no longer part of the inner palace. A eunuch on duty at the Two Principles Hall noticed the commotion, hurried over, and came to guide her.
“Princess, please continue along the corridor. The Son of Heaven and the Prince of Jin are inside the Two Principles Hall. This place is ill-omened; don’t let it stain your eyes.”
Jiang Luan withdrew her gaze thoughtfully.
The one being flogged was a civil official. Such scenes had not been seen in the palace for many years.
She glanced back and indeed saw Wen Jing trailing behind with eight trusted aides, neither too close nor too far.
His duty was to ensure her safety; his gaze remained fixed on her, not distracted by the scene of the flogging.
Jiang Luan brushed aside the eunuch’s half-hearted attempt to block her way, stepped down from the sedan chair, and pointed to the official receiving the punishment in the rain.
“Who is this? Why is he being flogged?”
The eunuch bowed low with an ingratiating smile.
“I know nothing of court affairs. I only know he is an inspector from the Censorate. Apparently, he spoke some unpleasant words, angering the Son of Heaven so greatly inside the Two Principles Hall that he personally ordered forty lashes, regardless of life or death.”
The eunuch raised a hand, pointing down the corridor.
“Princess, look—doesn’t that supervising eunuch, the favored Grand Eunuch Wu, preside over the punishment?”
Grand Eunuch Wu, who had been sheltering from the rain in the corridor, now approached leisurely holding an umbrella.
“This man is a mere seventh-rank inspector, yet dared to speak disrespectfully before the Son of Heaven. The order was forty lashes, as a warning to others. More than ten remain; regardless of whether he lives or dies, the punishment must be completed. It’s raining—Princess, beware the blood staining your feet.”
Raindrops as small as soybeans splattered the ground. The punished official, lying prone, twitched faintly. Suddenly, a bloodied hand shot out from beneath his robe, spasming as it clawed at the ground.
“Still alive?” Grand Eunuch Wu leaned in to observe and clicked his tongue in amazement. “Strong-willed.”
The dying inspector suddenly opened his eyes, staring fixedly in Jiang Luan’s direction, his hoarse voice whispering,
“…Lacking virtue… ought to… abdicate…”
Grand Eunuch Wu shuddered violently and shouted sharply,
“Silence him! Continue the flogging!”
Dian Dian, nestled in Jiang Luan’s arms, bristled and arched her back, letting out a terrified cry.
Jiang Luan held Dian Dian tightly, standing coldly beneath the umbrella, her gaze shifting to the four imperial guards administering the punishment.
“You all seem unfamiliar. Are you new?”
The leader of the guards knelt on one knee and replied,
“Yes, sir. We were originally part of the vanguard of the Black Iron Cavalry. They entered the capital to aid the king, defeated the rebels, and after the city was secured, due to a shortage of palace guards, we were transferred here to serve as the imperial guards.”
Jiang Luan smiled wryly.
“So it’s the Black Iron Cavalry again. Now you even oversee court flogging? The prisoner is nearly dead—does your commander Pei know?”
The four executioners exchanged uncertain looks.
The leader muttered,
“The order came directly from the Son of Heaven. Commander… perhaps… is unaware?”
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“Well, that’s not good,” Jiang Luan said casually as she stroked Dian Dian’s soft fur. “You’d better inform your commander. Flogging is one thing; killing someone is quite another.”
Grand Eunuch Wu laughed heartily from the side and interrupted,
“Forty lashes is an order personally given by the Son of Heaven—a significant number. Whether the man lives or dies, that’s uncertain.”
“Wu Yongcai,” Jiang Luan fixed him with a sharp gaze, “the Son of Heaven is still inside the Two Principles Hall. Are you trying to cause a death on the spot?”
Wu Yongcai habitually bowed, a smile on his face.
“Princess Hanyang is pampered in the rear palace and usually doesn’t concern herself with court affairs. Today the sun rises in the west—it’s unusual you suddenly care.”
Jiang Luan replied indifferently,
“Today is a coincidence.”
Her gaze swept over the spasming inspector on the ground, then fixed on the four guards.
“He’s a court official. You decide how to handle it.”
With that, she stepped back a few paces and retreated into the shelter of the corridor’s eaves, continuing toward the Two Principles Hall.
Wu Yongcai’s smiling, bowing figure disappeared into the rain behind her.
The monotonous counting continued unabated.
“Twenty-nine, thirty…”
At the corridor’s end, the Princess of Jin stood waiting.
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