"Your Highness... could you please bring some writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone...?"
Before Shen Qingzhi could finish speaking, Wen Yichu interrupted him, "Minister Shen, since you're prepared to die, why not write a letter in blood to express your sincerity?"
Shen Qingzhi froze again.
He looked at Wen Yichu in front of him, somewhat unable to believe that these words were coming from his mouth.
It was clear that Wen Yichu really had no intention of preparing paper and ink. He could only slowly reach out, tear off the cloth covering his body, and then tremblingly extend his index finger.
Just as I was about to make the painful decision to cut him.
Wen Yichu suddenly reached out and stopped him.
Shen Qingzhi looked at the wrist that was being held, and when she looked up, she saw that the corners of Wen Yichu's lips were slightly upturned.
"If Vice Minister Shen were to write it this way, there would probably be quite a few cuts, wouldn't there?"
As Wen Yichu spoke, she emptied the water from the bowl beside her, then suddenly pulled out a dagger and slashed Shen Qingzhi's wrist.
"Cut it here. If Vice Minister Shen writes slowly, he might bleed to death."
“Minister Shen can take his time to think it over. I have plenty of time today and can help you carefully consider this confession.”
Shen Qingzhi, seeing the bowl collecting blood, finally couldn't bear it any longer and pulled her hand away, knocking it over. "No...don't..."
Wen Yichu's face turned cold. "What nonsense is Minister Shen spouting? If you don't die, how can your mother live? Don't you want to be a filial son?"
Shen Qingzhi's face turned pale with fright. "This sinful subject...this sinful subject is guilty...but his crime does not warrant death..."
Although he embezzled from his post, he still had a chance. At least it shouldn't be this Crown Prince who wanted him dead.
"But if I command you to die, you must die, or did Minister Shen himself ask me to grant your wish?" Wen Yichu's eyes held a hint of mockery.
"Why don't you want to die anymore? Or has Minister Shen forgotten what he said not long ago?"
Shen Qingzhi clutched her bleeding wrist, her heart pounding uncontrollably with fear of death. Her mouth hung open, and she was completely at a loss for words.
"You sinful subject, you sinful subject..."
"But only if I live can he guarantee my mother's safety."
As long as he lives, that person will always be wary of him, fearing that he will reveal his secrets, and therefore he has to protect his mother.
This Crown Prince should have protected him and prevented him from dying in order to uncover the truth.
Can,
"But what does this have to do with me?" Wen Yichu smiled, but she was toying with a dagger in her hand, and spoke again calmly.
"Minister Shen, you should write your confession as soon as possible, so that I can report back to His Majesty."
Shen Qingzhi completely misjudged Wen Yichu's heart.
Seeing that Wen Yichu truly intended to kill, he tightly clutched his injured wrist, lowered his head, and stammered weakly:
"Your Highness, is there any chance for this sinful subject to live?"
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