With a creak, the wooden door of the cell was slowly opened by the jailer.
Zhao Qingshu sat weakly on the straw, enduring the excruciating pain all over his body, and slowly turned his head in the direction from which the sound came.
He slowly lifted his droopy eyelids and saw the serious faces of He Jingyan and Song Xizhi.
Although the two had come to the prison, they were still dressed elegantly and noblely, as if this temperament was innate.
And he, Zhao Qingshu, originally possessed this innate air of nobility.
But in just a few days, he turned into this haggard and aged appearance, like a lowly eunuch in the palace, and his whole body reeked of a stench.
His plan was so foolproof that he never imagined he would one day become a prisoner!
As Zhao Qingshu thought about it, he stared at Song Xizhi's face and twitched the corners of his mouth again.
"Thank you for coming to see me... If it weren't for that venomous woman Zeng Yaxian, you wouldn't be standing in front of me right now, but lying beneath me... Hahahahahaha!!"
Zhao Qingshu laughed wildly, ignoring the pain all over his body, but the next second, he felt a bloody chill across his neck, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
He Jingqi stood protectively in front of Song Xizhi, his long sword held horizontally against Zhao Qingshu's neck, blocking Zhao Qingshu's arrogant gaze.
But Song Xizhi was not afraid of such gazes at all.
She walked up to Zhao Qingshu, a disdainful smile curving her lips. Ignoring his gaze, she went straight to the point and asked:
"How did you get involved with the Western Rong?"
Zhao Qingshu was taken aback by her cold voice, and his previously arrogant gaze suddenly turned blank.
But Song Xizhi continued resolutely, "I already know everything about the den of iniquity in your private residence, your two account books, the tools you use in your bedroom, and your affair with Zhao Qianlan."
"You don't need to feel sorry or resentful, because it's all about the winner and the loser; you didn't have any trump cards to begin with."
The woman's words were resounding, causing Zhao Qingshu's chest to tremble, then tremble again, clearly showing a look of astonishment.
So Song Xizhi continued, "Was it you and the Zeng family who conspired to frame the Han family back then?"
"Where has the late Empress gone? Do you know?"
He Jingyan stood there silently, but upon hearing her last words, his heart stirred, and his peripheral vision involuntarily drifted toward the woman's fair profile.
Zhao Qingshu was also looking at Song Xizhi's face at this moment.
He looked at Song Xizhi at this moment, the contempt and resentment on his face had disappeared, and his expression was more pained and a little fearful.
However, Zhao Qingshu ultimately lowered her eyes, concealing all expression on her face, and gritted her teeth, looking as if she was unwilling to say anything.
Song Xizhi smiled and nodded, having already anticipated Zhao Qingshu's attitude.
So she reached out and gently patted He Jingyan's arm, then gave him a look.
He Jingyan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Remembering what Song Xizhi had just told him, he stiffly pulled a bulging handkerchief from his chest.
Song Xizhi smiled and lifted the handkerchief, showing it to Zhao Qingshu again: "I brought you a gift, do you want to see it?"
Zhao Qingshu kept a gloomy face and her head down: "No matter what you bring me, you won't get the answer you want from me."
Song Xizhi smiled and slowly unwrapped the handkerchief: "Alright, then I'll take this lifeline and feed it to the dogs."
Zhao Qingshu trembled, feeling the emptiness in his lower body, and his expression suddenly became excited.
His weak body jerked forward a few steps, trying to snatch the item from Song Xizhi's hand.
But He Jingyan grabbed her wrist and nimbly pulled her backward, causing Zhao Qingshu to miss her target and fall straight to the ground face down.
Song Xizhi's voice remained calm: "I cured your poison, and my medical skills are widely recognized."
"If I told you I could reconnect with your manhood, would you be willing to tell the truth?"
Zhao Qingshu's eyes suddenly lit up, filled with a fervent desire.
Everyone knows what a man's manhood means.
Even those poor people who had no other choice but to become eunuchs in the palace would risk their lives to preserve their manhood after castration, so as not to be reborn as animals in the next life.
Not to mention that Song Xizhi is now saying that he can reconnect with his manhood!
Zhao Qingshu nodded repeatedly, tears welling up in his eyes, and said gratefully, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you, whatever it is, I'll tell you."
Song Xizhi closed his eyes briefly: "Answer my question."
Zhao Qingshu endured the pain and smiled ingratiatingly: "I have nothing to do with the Western Rong, nor with the Han family case."
Both Song Xizhi and He Jingyan's expressions changed slightly.
"You know nothing? You know nothing? That's impossible!"
Song Xizhi clenched his fist tightly, making Zhao Qingshu's heart stop: "Back then, in the Han family case, I merely took advantage of the situation, fanned the flames, and profited from it!"
Song Xizhi took a deep breath: "Then where did those addictive poisons in your hands and those Western Rong tools on your bed come from?"
"And why have you repeatedly sent people to assassinate me and He Jingyan?"
Zhao Qingshu swallowed hard, her eyes still lingering on Song Xizhi's hand: "No, I didn't!"
"I only had Zeng Yaxian assassinate you on the day of the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet; I did nothing else!"
Song Xizhi lowered his eyes, his heart sinking: "Was there no second assassination attempt arranged after Zeng Yaxian?"
Zhao Qingshu shook his head firmly: "No!"
He Jingyan and Song Xizhi exchanged a glance, then He Jingyan suddenly asked, "What did you send someone to Su Shaoyuanjia for on the night of the birthday banquet?"
Zhao Qingshu was stunned, but vehemently denied it: "I didn't do it, I didn't do anything!"
He Jingyan took the handkerchief from Song Xizhi's hand: "If you answer truthfully and correctly, your manhood can still be saved."
After he finished speaking, he threw his manhood straight into the air, then picked up his long sword and slashed it fiercely towards the manhood.
The chilling wind from the sword whipped up the straw on the ground, threatening to cleave that vital organ in two.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
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