As Liu Xuening listened to Yue Zhixiao's approaching footsteps, she felt a chill run down her spine, a sense of despair and collapse. She regretted it so much, regretting that she shouldn't have provoked Yue Zhixiao and shouldn't have schemed against Yan An.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I'm telling you, I'm the Regent's wife, and the Regent will come to save me soon."

Liu Xuening is now too delusional, thinking that Yue Xiyuan has feelings for her and still believing that he will come to save her.

It has to be said that Liu Xuening instantly hit Yue Zhixiao's sore spot. The person he hates most in his life is Yue Xiyuan, but his woman is thinking of another man on their wedding night.

Yue Zhixiao's eyes were bloodshot. He rushed forward and grabbed Liu Xuening's neck with his right hand. "Ugh...ugh..."

Liu Xuening suddenly couldn't breathe. She grabbed Yue Zhixiao's right hand with both hands, hoping to use her meager strength to make him let go of her.

"Liu Xuening, I was originally going to be gentle with you since it's our wedding night, but you shouldn't have mentioned that bitch! She belongs to me, even you!"

Yue Zhixiao didn't understand why, even though he had no love for her whatsoever, he felt an unusual impulse towards her.

With a ripping sound, Yue Zhixiao tore Liu Xuening's wedding dress to shreds, exposing her bare shoulders, which were extremely tempting to Yue Zhixiao.

A tear rolled down Liu Xuening's cheek. Yue Zhixiao gently wiped it away and then tenderly stroked her face.

"Ning'er, your father-in-law has already agreed to lend me a hand. You should stay in the palace and rest well. If you give birth to a prince for me in the future, I will grant you the title of Imperial Concubine."

Before Liu Xuening could respond, with a ripping sound, the other sleeve was torn to shreds by Yue Zhixiao.

The candlelight went out, and the spring night was over.

...

The next day, after finishing the morning court session, Yue Xiyuan received a letter from Xiao Hui. After reading the letter, Yue Xiyuan pursed his lips, feeling extremely happy, and unconsciously danced with joy.

After reading the letter, Yue Xiyuan seemed to have more energy. He got up and headed towards the dungeon. He couldn't let An'an down.

The dimly lit and cramped cell was surrounded by walls on all four sides, with only one door and one window. A faint ray of light shone through the small window. The mud-brick walls were covered with mottled stains and bloodstains, the damp dirt floor was uneven and pitted, and a layer of tangled straw was haphazardly spread in the corner. The air was filled with a pungent musty smell.

In the innermost cell, there was a man who shivered several times, clenching his teeth to keep himself from screaming, but his body still arched involuntarily, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, soon he was drenched in sweat like rain.

"how's it going?"

"Your Highness, all the instruments of torture have been used, but this fellow's mouth is sealed tight and he hasn't said a word."

"Oh, really? I didn't expect that Yue Zhixiao would have such a loyal person by his side."

Yue Xiyuan stared mockingly at the blood-soaked, barely recognizable prisoner, quite admiring him, only regretting that Yue Zhixiao's men...

"Ha! You think you can find out the master's secret? Don't even think about it. If I don't return in three days, the prince will know that something has happened to me. Even if you arrest me, it won't do you any good."

After saying that, the man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with provocation.

"Oh~ Three days? I didn't expect that there would be such a simple-minded person by the side of Yue Zhixiao, who is always so meticulous."

The man looked at Yue Zhixiao's cold and ruthless face, which was filled with coldness, and even his smile just now concealed murderous intent. For a moment, he was a little scared.

The man kept telling himself that this was just a method Yue Zhixiao used to interrogate prisoners, nothing more, and that the prince would surely achieve great things and come to his rescue.

“It has been three and a half days since we captured you, and during that time there has been no movement from the moat or the Prince Xiao’s mansion.”

An Yi interrupted the man's thoughts, saying that the best way to make an enemy lose faith is to make him lose faith in what he firmly believes in.

Upon hearing An Yi's words, the man immediately shook his head frantically, like a rat crossing the street.

"Impossible! Impossible! The Prince knows me, and he will definitely take action if something happens. Impossible! You! It's all you! You're lying to me! I won't let you reveal any news about the Prince!"

The man remained convinced that his lord's actions had not been discovered. So what if he was captured? As long as the lord's operation succeeded, he would die a worthy death!

"To tell you the truth, we've been watching you for a long time. I have to say, Yue Zhixiao really trusts you. You're the only one in charge of managing such a large granary, and you even handle the supplies for training the army yourself."

The man's eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been hollowed out; all he could do was remain silent.

"We sent people to learn your language, actions, and habits. After we caught you, we had already sent someone to take your place. I have to say, even I couldn't tell. At this time, you should be preparing dinner."

The man's last glimmer of hope vanished with An Yi's words.

A moment later, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he stared firmly into the distance. "Yue Xiyuan, although I cannot commit suicide by swallowing poison, I still believe that Your Highness is the future emperor of Yue Kingdom. Don't even think about asking me anything!"

"Keep a close eye on him, don't let him die."

Since Yue Xiyuan became the "King of Hell," he has seen countless loyal and fearless people like him. Some have confessed under his coercion and enticement, while others have remained tight-lipped and refused to say anything. Yue Xiyuan saw a disappointing result in the man's eyes just now.

"It is Your Highness."

Having followed Yue Zhixiao for so many years, An Yi had naturally seen through some of the tricks of the trade, and it seemed that he would gain nothing this time.

When Yue Xiyuan and An Yi left the prison, An Yi suddenly remembered the corpse-dissolving water that Yan An had given him.

"Your Highness, I think the Princess should have a plan for dealing with this kind of person."

"Well, let's wait until An'an comes back. Keep her on her feet, and keep an eye on the city's moat and the Prince Xiao's mansion. Report to us immediately if there's any trouble."

In fact, Yue Xiyuan had already realized that his An'an was indeed cunning and ruthless, even more so than him.

Thinking of this, Yue Xiyuan's lips unconsciously curled up. He looked up at the moon, wondering when An'an would arrive in the capital.

An Yi naturally noticed the obvious smile on Yue Xiyuan's lips. How wonderful! After the prince had a princess, he became much more humane.

The princess is truly remarkable for being able to tame her own prince!