Wen Mohan was shocked. "You are too arrogant! I am your nephew, the prince of Dasheng Kingdom! If my parents knew, you..."

"They won't know!" Wen Mohan interrupted him coldly, "How can I possibly defeat your arrogance? I can still vividly remember the scene at the Niutun Town Inn. Back then, you were much more arrogant than I was."

His words reminded Wen Jingyun.

He was indeed much more arrogant at that time, but that was because he thought he had no chance of survival.

The soldiers forcibly took the master and servant away, but after they left, they discovered that many other people had been captured.

There are already people on the streets now, and many merchants are reorganizing their shops.

When they saw these people being caught, they were very excited and even clapped their hands in applause.

"Good catch, the dog official should be arrested."

"Yes, they do nothing and only know how to take bribes. They are not good officials."

"If they hadn't been inactive, the disaster wouldn't have remained uncontrolled for so long. This time, it's all thanks to His Royal Highness Prince Yu and the others..."

The people thought they were arrested for committing a crime and did not know the truth of the matter, but they knew that Liu Zhifu and others were not good officials.

At this time, someone rushed over, grabbed some weeds from the roadside and threw them at Liu Zhifu and others.

Prefect Liu was so angry that his face turned pale. "No, I didn't commit a crime!"

No matter how he explained, no one believed him, and no one stopped throwing things.

Even Wen Jingyun had things thrown at him when he came out. His clean white clothes were covered with stains and he looked in a dishevel.

"Stop throwing it away. I'm the prince. If you throw it again, I'll kill you!" Wen Jingyun was so angry that his face turned blue and he roared loudly.

Wen Mohan said to the people at this time: "Dear fellow villagers, please be patient and try not to get close to them. They are infected with a serious plague."

These words were more effective than anything else. The people who had wanted to rush over and hit people immediately retreated.

Someone in the crowd started to jeer and yell, "God has mercy on us. Let these bastard officials get the plague and die!"

Others also started to speak in favor of them, and no one said a word for them.

Prefect Liu and the others were so angry that they were shaking all over and couldn't explain themselves.

Soon they were all imprisoned in a remote small house, and Wen Jingyun received special treatment and was locked up in a separate room.

"Let me out!" Wen Jingyun kept banging on the door. "Wen Mohan, Jiang Mengli! I'm the prince, you can't do this to me!"

No matter how much I slapped, no one paid any attention.

Before long, his whole body became weak and drowsy, and one of his legs could not support him and he fell to the ground with a thump.

ah……

"What's going on? There's something wrong with the house... the house." Wen Jingyun frowned and looked around.

The furnishings in the room were simple, with only a couch, two stools and a table.

When his eyes moved to the table, he found burning incense. It must be the incense that was the problem!

"But... Damn it..." He gritted his teeth and crawled towards the table. It was obviously very close, but he couldn't reach it.

At this time, a sound came from outside the door, and the door was pushed open with a "creak".

Wen Jingyun looked back and found that it was Wen Mohan coming against the light. His cold face was like a thousand-year-old ice, which made people feel cold.

"Why did my nephew fall to the ground?" Wen Mohan walked into the house, came to the table and casually extinguished the incense. "This smells good, right? It's a unique incense that not everyone can enjoy."

Wen Jingyun lay on the ground, unable to get up, cold sweat on his forehead. He asked in a weak and cold voice:

"What on earth is this incense? I am the crown prince. If anything happens to me, my uncle and my parents will not let you go."

At this moment, he had completely lost his momentum when speaking, like a dying ant.

Wen Mohan squatted down and pinched his jaw, "Do you think this king will be afraid? Last time, this king swore that he would make sure you die without a burial place."

"After taking a closer look, I think your face is pretty good. You should be quite popular with men. How many men do you think it would take to satisfy you?"

These words are more hurtful than any other words.

Wen Jingyun was so frightened that he trembled all over and his heart was in his throat. At this moment he realized that Wen Mohan was going to retaliate.

"No, no!" He panicked completely and hurriedly grabbed Wen Mohan's trouser leg to beg for mercy and admit his mistake. "Uncle Jiu, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time. I was bewildered at the beginning."

"After all, I'm your nephew. You can't be so cruel. As long as you let me go, I can do anything for you in the future!"

Wen Mohan coldly raised his foot and stepped on the back of his hand, "Have you forgotten how you humiliated me before? Why do you think I will let you go!?"

The scene at that time appeared in his mind, and he was filled with hatred. At that time, he had no mercy at all!

Suddenly, someone came in from outside the door carrying water. There was no bathtub, but there was a basin, and the water was poured into the basin.

Wen Jingyun looked at the water and knew what he was going to do, "No, don't do that. I can't swim and I'll drown too!"

Wen Mohan grabbed his hair, dragged him to the basin, and pressed him into the water with a swift movement. "I will also let you feel what it's like to be pressed into the water. You must enjoy it!"

Hmmm…

“No… cough cough…”

Wen Jingyun raised his head but before he could say anything, his head was pressed down again.

The feeling of suffocation and death spread throughout his limbs, making him terrified and unable to struggle.

This happened several times and I almost fainted.

When he was pulled out of the water again, he uttered weakly, "Help... Help, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."

"You're not admitting your mistakes, you're afraid of death." Jiang Mengli walked in slowly from outside the door, a cold smile on his face, "This is just the beginning, you still haven't taken the medicine."

Holding a black pill in his hand, he walked up to him, squatted down, pinched his jaw and stuffed the pill into his mouth.

Then he scooped up some water from the basin with one hand and poured it into his mouth.

"Um... I don't want to eat it..." Wen Jingyun struggled to spit out the medicine in his mouth, but he swallowed it the moment the water entered his mouth.

Jiang Mengli then let go of her hand, "This is a good thing, it will allow you to enjoy the service of a man!"

After standing up and clapping his hands, a big man who looked a little drunk walked in.

Wen Jingyun was horrified when he saw this and moved back with difficulty, "No, I'm a man, not a woman...!"

Wen Mohan said coldly, "What are you afraid of? It's just a replay of what you did to me. Whether you can escape danger like me depends on your luck."

Then, just like he did before, he said to the big man: "Enjoy it slowly, do whatever makes you happy. A little whip might make him even more excited."

After saying that, he held Jiang Mengli's hand and strode out of the room, closing the door completely.

"Open the door, Uncle Ninth Prince, I know I was wrong! Please let me go!" Wen Jingyun's begging voice came from inside the house, his tone was urgent and frightened.