Upon hearing this, Nan Feng immediately became anxious. "Your Majesty, blame my ignorance, not old Xing. Punish me if someone has to be punished!"
However, the Emperor didn't respond to Nan Feng, but stared at those below who seemed dazed. "Are you not going to act? Do you take my words lightly?"
In a moment, some went to fetch the bench while others went for the stick. It wasn't unusual for someone from Siyuan to be caned for making mistakes so all these materials were readily available.
Old Xing was soon pinned on the bench, and just as the beating was about to commence, Nan Feng grew increasingly anxious. Old Xing was now seventy years old. He wouldn't withstand ten strokes, even five would be too much.
God forbid he loses his life after being beaten, then wouldn't it mean Nan Feng was the culprit?