Tongue cut off

  Wei Zhiyu immediately knew that Lou Guifei had just heard what they were saying. The words Lou Guifei had said before and the feeling of being pinched on the neck last time also flashed into her mind. She quickly knelt down: "Guifei, spare my life."

  Lou Guifei looked at the kneeling figure, and Wei Zifu, who was now as insignificant as an ant, smiled and said: "You were just speaking ill of me, weren't you? How come you know better so quickly? However, since I warned you last time, I didn't expect you to not learn from your mistakes. This time, I will get rid of you, so that the harem can be at peace."

  Wei Zifu was so frightened that she wanted to beg for mercy, but two palace maids had already stepped forward and grabbed her arms. She shouted loudly: "Let me go! I am the imperial concubine appointed by the emperor himself, how dare you touch me?"

  "Your meaning is, even I can't move you, is it?"

  Anyway, it's all death, so why not fight for it! So, Wei Zifu said: "Right, even the noble consort can't move me. This harem is controlled by the empress, and if I'm to be punished, it should be done by the empress herself!"

  Who would have thought that Lou Guifei's face changed as soon as she heard it. This Wei Jieyu was really stupid, this was clearly pouring salt on her wound, how could she not be furious? Lou Guifei immediately ordered the palace maid to seize Wei Jieyu.

  Wei Zifu struggled and shouted like a madwoman: "What are you, let me go! Imperial Concubine, you have no right to treat me like this, you have no right to kill me!"

  The palace maid next to her handed over the pruning shears for trimming tree branches to Lou Guifei, who took them without even looking and whose eyes never left Wei Zifu's body.

  "Go to the imperial kitchen and fetch some salt." She said to the palace maid behind her, then stepped closer to Wei Zifu and said: "Today I will let you see if I have the right to kill you."

  Soon, the palace maid who went to the imperial kitchen returned, still holding a ceramic bowl in her hand, and inside the bowl was a full bowl of salt.

  Wei Zhiyu looked at the bowl of salt with a mixture of shock and puzzlement, asking: "What is this for?"

  "You'll know soon enough." Lou Guifei smiled and said, "You, pinch her face and make her stick out her tongue."

  "Yes." The palace maid replied, then directly pinched Wei Zifu's cheek.

  Wei Zifu tightly closed her mouth, she knew that if her tongue came out, it would probably be gone.

  Lou Guifei and the palace maid beside her whispered something, and saw the palace maid nodding, taking a few steps forward. She placed her finger under Wei Zifu's lips and began to press down, while the other hand pinched her neck.

  Wei Zhiyu only felt a pain in her lower jaw, her neck was grasped tightly, and she couldn't breathe. Her tongue seemed to be extending out involuntarily.

  Lou Guifei seized the opportunity, swiftly cutting with her scissors, and a red, blood-stained object fell to the ground. The various consorts standing by let out loud shrieks, but Lou Guifei immediately shouted at them, "All of you be quiet!" Only then did they swallow their fear and calm down.

  Only Wei Zhiyu had her tongue cut off, wanting to cover her mouth, but her hands were pulled away. Wanting to close her mouth, her chin was pinched by someone. She could only let the pain spread throughout her body, letting the blood flow out non-stop.

  "Put that bowl of salt, all into her mouth." Lou Guifei gave another order, the palace maid nodded slightly and lifted the bowl, pouring all the salt into Wei Zhaoyu's mouth.

  Salt was sprinkled on the new wound, and this pain was ten times, a hundred times more than the previous one.