The cell was dark and damp, with a musty smell. The people imprisoned inside were basically officials from the Imperial Household Department. When they saw Kangxi, they all got up and leaned against the cell door as if they had seen their own father.

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong. I beg Your Majesty to show mercy..."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

"I was momentarily bewildered by a demon. It was all the ***'s instigation. I beg Your Majesty to spare my life for all the hard work I've put in over the years, even if I haven't done anything meritorious!"

"Your Highness, please help me say something, Your Highness..."

There are actually people who want Yinreng to plead for mercy.

Yinreng: "...This man must have lost his mind. It was my fault that he was imprisoned, and he still wants me to speak for him?!"

"But... I don't think anyone knows that it was me who exposed the Imperial Household Department's interception of tribute. If they knew, they would probably want to tear me apart. How could they possibly ask me to help plead for them?"

Yinreng pinched his chin.

"Tsk, never mind. Too many lice don't itch, too many debts don't worry. I already have enough enemies, I don't mind adding a bunch more. At most, life will be a little harder after the old man dies..."

Kangxi: “…”

Now he only felt his temples throbbing.

What did this bastard say?

What do you mean the old man is dead and his life will be a little bit difficult at best?!

"I've already lived three lives, so dying early and being reborn early isn't something I find difficult to accept."

Hearing this, Kangxi paused and took great effort to suppress his emotions, resisting the urge to look back at Yinreng.

Soon he continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

When Yinreng saw this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

A few moments later, they arrived at the cell where Maska was being held.

Maska's body was placed on the bed. Yinreng took a look at it and then looked away.

He didn't care about the cause of Maska's death, nor did he care about the conspiracy behind it.

This dirty water may work on anyone, but if it is thrown on him, it may have the opposite effect.

The fact that Kangxi could hear his inner voice was enough to make him invincible.

"Where's the coroner?"

Kangxi stared at Maska's face and asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, a short old man slipped in from the doorway and knelt down in front of Kangxi in a panic.

"The villain is here."

He had met many high-ranking officials in his daily life, but this was his first time meeting the emperor, so he was inevitably panicked.

"Get up and answer!"

The old man obediently got up from the ground, but still kept his head down, not daring to look at Kangxi's face.

"How did he die?"

"Your Majesty, this gentleman did die by hanging. His eyes were open and his tongue was hanging out. These are all signs of death by hanging."

Kangxi's face darkened. How could Maska have committed suicide?

But the coroner didn't seem like he would dare to lie to him, so something must have happened after Maska arrived at the prison that forced him to hang himself.

Thinking of this, Kangxi turned his head to look at the prison warden who led him in.

"Warden, after taking them to the prison this morning, has anyone gone into the prison to see Maska?"

Sochorolo Maolin bowed and said seriously,

"Your Majesty, at your instruction, the prison is heavily guarded, and no one is allowed to visit."

"Are you sure?"

Kangxi didn't believe it.

Maska was such a coward that it was impossible for him to hang himself so easily without being forced.

Mao Lin raised his head and asked Kangxi to see his face clearly, but he did not dare to look at the emperor.

"Your Majesty, these prisoners were brought in this morning, and many of them are unconscious. After the imperial physician you sent treated them, no one has come to visit them since. Everyone in the prison can vouch for me."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the prisoners who are still awake in the cell."

Mao Lin did not dodge at all. No matter what, he had to take some responsibility for Fucha Maska's death, but he did not want to take any extra blame.