Wang Zhemao didn't want to go without sleep either, but he couldn't resist the hungry babies below, all of whom looked at him with gleaming eyes.
So, Li Qi was thoroughly exhausted that night.
They used every trick in the book in the Dali Temple prison.
As a result, the night passed, and Li Qi, apart from remaining alive, didn't utter a single word.
Wang Zhemao now thinks of "Prince An" as extremely ruthless. "You've captured the assassin and handed him over to the Dali Temple. I should thank you properly, but why did you pull out his tongue and break his hands and feet?"
How can he possibly conduct a trial?
So here you are, now that you've arrived, are you turning back at the door?
What does that mean?
That won't do.
"You continue the interrogation. I have an urgent matter to attend to and will not go in. Just don't torture him to death." Lu Xiaoyun strode back.
When the guards at the entrance of the Dali Temple saw that "Prince An" seemed to have no intention of taking responsibility and didn't want them to receive two more months' worth of salary, they immediately became anxious.
"My lord, the prince is leaving. You must hurry and catch up with him."
Wang Zhemao had no choice but to glare fiercely at the group of people. He then strode down the steps, running like a twenty-year-old despite being over sixty years old, and arrived in front of "Prince An" in just a few steps.
"Your Highness, since you're already here, please go in and take a look. This is a serious matter, and I've tried everything I can think of, but to no avail. The assassin was brought by your men, but all they said was that he was an assassin, and nothing else. I'm truly at my wit's end."
Wang Zhemao turned to Lu Xiaoyun and pointed at the group of people, saying, "Take a look at them."
The crowd nodded pitifully at her.
Lu Xiaoyun's lips twitched. So they thought she was their client.
“Your Highness, even if you hadn’t come, I would have gone to the Prince An’s residence to invite you. Now that you’re already at the door, how can you just leave like this?”
Everyone nodded again, their movements perfectly synchronized.
She frowned, thinking, "Oh well, it's all just about making a living 'for a couple of taels of silver'."
"Feng Yan, go back to the manor immediately and see what happened to the Princess Consort," Lu Xiaoyun instructed in a low voice.
Feng Yan's lips moved: "Master?"
Lu Xiaoyun instructed in a deep voice: "Make sure the princess's life is not in danger. We'll discuss everything when I return to the manor."
She thought for a moment and then said, "You just need to observe from the shadows."
Feng Yan had no objection to this. After all, the princess was the eldest daughter of General Lu, the Duke of Zhenguo. If she died in the Prince An's mansion just a few days after entering the mansion, it would be difficult to explain.
"yes."
Seeing Feng Yan disappear in the blink of an eye, Lu Xiaoyun said to Wang Zhemao, "Lord Wang, please lead the way."
Wang Zhemao turned his gaze away from the spot where Feng Yan had disappeared. This was the commander of the secret guards beside Prince An. He had heard of this person before, who was said to have extremely high martial arts skills. Seeing him today, he found it to be true.
It is said that the people around Prince An are all top-notch experts.
The people behind Wang Zhemao breathed a sigh of relief. With Prince An there, even if the assassin was mute and had lost his hands and feet, they could still get him to reveal the mastermind behind it all.
Lu Xiaoyun stepped inside, passing through the main hall and heading towards the prison at the back.
"Greetings, Your Highness Prince An." All the way here, everyone knelt down and bowed to her.
Lu Xiaoyun didn't mince words; she was now a feudal prince, and she had to accept the consequences of that status.
She said expressionlessly, "Get up, all of you."
Upon entering, a chilling aura assaulted their senses, and the stench of blood grew stronger the further they went in.
Lu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and followed Wang Zhemao step by step into the building, but the smell of blood was too strong and pervasive, rushing into her mind.
She was about to throw up.
Prince Zhu Yu of Ke'an had been on the battlefield and emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so how could he not be able to bear such bloodshed?
Inside the torture chamber, a young man, his face unrecognizable, was tied to a rack. His clothes were almost completely torn by whipping, his skin was turned inside out, and blood was gushing from many places.
A brazier stood to the side, and the room was filled with all sorts of torture instruments. As Lu Xiaoyun glanced at them, the veins on her forehead throbbed uncontrollably.
A half-naked jailer stood to the side, holding a bloodstained whip. Upon seeing Lu Xiaoyun, he immediately knelt down and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness Prince An!"
Lu Xiaoyun gritted her teeth and swallowed the nausea that rose to her throat: "Hmm, how are you?"
The jailer, sweating profusely, bowed his head and begged for forgiveness: "I am incompetent, Your Highness, please forgive me. The assassin has refused to reveal who was behind it all."
Wang Zhemao's face was extremely ugly. He grabbed the whip from the jailer's hand and lashed it across his back: "What use are you!"
In an instant, a bloody gash appeared on the jailer's back.
The jailer grunted, his body trembled, and he dared not utter a word, much less get up.
Lu Xiaoyun glanced at Wang Zhemao indifferently and said coldly, "Why should Lord Wang take his anger out on others?"
Wang Zhemao paused for a moment. He had acted before Prince An to protect the jailer. Otherwise, given Prince An's temperament, why would he spare the life of a useless person?
"Your humble servant would not dare."
Lu Xiaoyun turned to look at the jailer on the ground: "Get up."
"Your Highness, Prince Xie An." The jailer stood up and stepped aside.
The man who had been unconscious on the rack woke up at the sound. When he saw "Prince An", his bloodshot eyes widened and his face became extremely distorted and ferocious. He struggled desperately, and the iron chains on the rack clanged loudly, which was especially jarring in the silent torture chamber.
Lu Xiaoyun frowned and turned to look at the jailer who was standing respectfully to the side with his head bowed. It seemed that this person was extremely familiar with the distribution of human meridians and internal organs, otherwise, even though the person was in this state, he was still far from death.
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