Royal Palace.

The dungeon.

On his way back, Yin Changling encountered several assassination attempts, but they were all dealt with quickly. Now, he has left two survivors and is interrogating them.

The dripping water in the dungeon sounded like the tolling of a death knell, making them increasingly nervous and even regretting why they hadn't died sooner.

"I will give you a chance to live."

Yin Changling looked at the two men, who were already covered in bruises from being whipped, and sat in the main seat, leisurely drinking a sip of tea, completely unaffected by the two men.

He wasn't angry, yet he was more terrifying than if he were; his imposing presence made the two men afraid to look up.

Yin Changling's face was already frighteningly pale, with red lips and black hair. Under the dim light, he looked like a demon from hell coming to claim a life.

His words were chilling and piercing, not like he was telling them to live, but rather that he was telling them to pay with their lives.

"Speak up, what, don't you want your tongue anymore?"

Both assassins were loyal bodyguards trained by the Marquis of the North, and naturally they were unwilling to confess.

Moreover, they were all professionally trained, and no matter how much Yin Changling tortured them, they would never give in.

"Ha, that's quite tough."

Yin Changling's voice was unreadable, and he slammed his teacup down. This simple action made the two of them tremble in fright.

He was already in a bad mood because he didn't see the little fox when he went out of the city today.

As a result, some people still dared to come and assassinate them. Well, let them see how stubborn they are.

Yin Changling lifted his robe, revealing black boots, and pulled out a dagger that could cut through iron like mud. The dagger gleamed coldly, making people tremble at first glance.

He held the dagger and walked forward step by step, finally squatting between the two.

"Let me see who's more stubborn."

He gave a wink to the person next to him, who then pried open the mouth of one of the assassins.

Yin Changling didn't do anything; he just made a light stroke, and half of his tongue fell to the ground.

Blood splattered out, covering the man, and blood continued to flow from the assassin's mouth.

Accompanying this was the assassin's heart-wrenching screams of pain; if someone hadn't been holding him down, he probably would have been rolling on the ground in agony.

"Hahaha, that's funny."

Yin Changling concealed the bloodlust in his eyes. He laughed wildly, appearing deranged. Despite the horrifying scene, it seemed to make him feel even better.

The other assassin seemed unable to bear watching any longer. He tried to turn his head away, but was held down and unable to move.

After laughing, Yin Changling turned to look at the other assassin. The bloodstains on his face made him look even more ghostly and frightening.

"Now, it's your turn..."

Yin Changling spoke softly. Although he didn't say anything, his actions told the assassin that a quick death was impossible!

As the blade drew ever closer, the assassin finally broke down. He was an orphan with no ties to him and asked for nothing but a quick and painless death!

"Your Majesty, I'll talk, I'll talk—"

"oh?"

When Yin Changling heard that he had finally relented, he stopped his advance with the knife in his hand, but there was no happy look on his face. He even thought to himself, "What a pity."

"Since you want to talk, then talk properly and tell me everything. If you hide anything, I guarantee your fate will be even worse than his."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I will tell you everything."

Seeing the person next to him have their tongue scraped off alive, the assassin finally couldn't bear it any longer, and large drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead.

His extremely ordinary face was filled with despair. So what if he had no backbone? It's better than losing his life.

"Your Majesty, I am an assassin recruited by the Marquis of the North. It was the Marquis of the North who sent me. I know nothing about this!"

Having received a positive answer, Yin Changling was not surprised at all. He had long anticipated that recently, none of the various vassal states wanted to live a peaceful life.