When he was imprisoned in the Imperial City Guard prison, Wu Dalang displayed unwavering integrity.

"Even if you kill me, I won't say a word! I, Wu Dalang, have a stubborn temper! You won't get a single word out of me!"

Even in the Imperial City Bureau's prison, the King of Hell appeared as benevolent as a living bodhisattva.

He Liming broke the steamed bun in half, sandwiched some pickled vegetables in the middle, and ate it in big bites.

He was exhausted after not getting any rest all night.

Eating steamed buns, spicy hot pot meat, and drinking strong liquor—it's truly a heavenly feast.

While He Liming was enjoying delicious food and wine, Wu Dalang had all his teeth pulled out.

The Imperial Guards nearby were recording every word Wu Dalang said, even capturing his gaze.

Wu Dalang spoke rapidly, fearing that these devils would begin to torture him again.

After interrogating Wu Dalang, He Liming also finished eating.

He walked over and sighed, "You, why don't you just be a good citizen and instead try to be a spy?"

"Give me a quick death, I beg you!"

"Want a quick death?" He Liming shook his head and said, "No way. From the moment you chose to become a spy, don't even think about dying a good death."

"I'm completely bewitched, please!"

He Liming instructed his trusted confidant to send the confession to the palace and report it to Xie Dahai.

The air was slightly cool when Zhao Huan woke up.

He gazed at the deep blue sky outside, pondering some questions.

Before long, Xie Dahai arrived and presented the confession.

When Zhao Huan opened it, he was immediately startled. Three words in particular made his eyelids twitch violently: Li Wenzheng!

It's him!

Zhao Huan frowned deeply.

This was the third time Zhao Huan had seen this name. The first time was more than a decade ago in the Northwest, and the second time was last year when the Qilin Guard delivered information about the Tibetan rebellion.

This time, it actually concerns the imperial palace!

Li Wenzheng is a mysterious figure, elusive and unpredictable, like a ghost in the night.

He's in Tokyo?

Zhao Huan's face darkened.

The confession clearly states that Li Wenzheng was the mastermind behind it all.

This letter is very strange. Wu Dalang was only turned to the enemy a year ago, yet this newcomer knows the name of the mastermind.

Zhao Huan sensed the mockery in Nong Nong's tone.

Was it intentional?

Was it deliberately said through Wu Dalang's mouth?

Where is Wu Dalang now?

Xie Dahai said, "He's still with the bigwigs of the Imperial City Guard."

"Come, accompany me on this journey."

"Yes!" Although he didn't know why the emperor wanted to see that Wu Dalang, Xie Dahai didn't dare to ask any more questions.

By the time Zhao Huan arrived at the gate of the Imperial City Guard, it was already completely daylight.

The snowstorm has stopped, and the morning sky is exceptionally blue.

It makes people feel good.

Zhao Huan's doubts grew stronger.

He was imprisoned, and Wu Dalang was tortured beyond recognition, yet he was still alive.

Wu Dalang hung his head, seemingly asleep.

The Imperial Guard poured a bucket of cold water on him, and Wu Dalang woke up.

Zhao Huan asked, "Wu Dalang?"

"What a clever name," Zhao Huan thought with a wicked sense of humor. "Is your wife named Pan Jinlian?"

Who are you?

"I am the commander in charge of the Imperial City Guard. Do you want to be released?"

The firelight flickered in the cell. Wu Dalang was being tortured to the point of near mental collapse. Without thinking, he simply blurted out, "Yes, of course I want to!"

"I'm asking you a question, so answer honestly, and I'll let you go."

"You're not lying to me, are you? I heard that once you're in the Imperial City Guard prison, you basically never get out."

"I am the commander, why would I lie to you?"

"Go ahead and ask."

Have you ever met this Li Wenzheng you mentioned?

"I've met you."

Where is he?

"She is in Tokyo."

"Did she say anything to you?"

"I didn't understand what she was saying either."

"say what?"

"She said that all men are born free, that everyone is equal, and she said a lot of things, most of which I have forgotten."

The more Zhao Huan listened, the more he felt something was amiss.

Are humans born free?

How could Li Wenzheng have such thoughts?

A bold idea suddenly popped into Zhao Huan's mind: Could it be that Li Wenzheng was also a time traveler?

Zhao Huan continued, "Since you can't even understand what he's saying, is it just because of the beauty of his subordinates?"

"No, not her subordinates, it's her."

Zhao Huan was even more surprised: "Li Wenzheng is a woman?"

"Not only was she a woman, but she was also a very beautiful woman. I have never seen such a beautiful woman in my entire life."

What happened?

Zhao Huan's doubts deepened. Was Li Wenzheng a woman?

And she might even be a woman who traveled through time?

Zhao Huan became increasingly curious about her.

"Did she tell you why you should rebel against the emperor, and why you should target the emperor's son? Has the current emperor done anything to harm the people?"

Wu Dalang said, "She said the world belongs to all people, not just the emperor..."

"Shut up! How dare you speak such disrespectful words!" Xie Dahai roared in anger, but Zhao Huan stopped him.

Zhao Huan asked, "Do you believe what she said?"

Wu Dalang was puzzled; it was clear that he truly did not understand what Li Wenzheng meant.

How can people be equal?

The emperor's fate is predetermined, and the titles of kings and generals are also determined by destiny; only ordinary people will always remain ordinary people.

The reason he worked so hard was simply because of her beauty!

Lust is a double-edged sword.

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