At that moment, Lu Xiaoyun felt another burning sensation on her thumb. She looked down without making a sound and her eyebrows twitched. The numbers on it were flying around.
Zhu Yu, what exactly are you trying to do?!
When Wang Zhemao, who was standing next to Lu Xiaoyun, saw how ugly the "Prince An" looked, he knew that the Buddha in front of him was unhappy.
So Wang Zhemao ordered the jailers, "Keep beating him! Make him confess who's behind this! Beat him hard, let's see how stubborn he can be now!"
"Ugh..." Li Qi stared intently at "Prince An," his eyes wide with rage.
"Insolence!" Wang Zhemao lashed out with his whip.
Li Qi was writhing in pain, his body contorted. He looked at Wang Zhemao, tears welling in his bloodshot eyes, and whimpered, "Ugh..."
Wang Zhemao's body suddenly tensed up. What did he mean by looking at him like that?
However, those eyes seemed somewhat familiar, but he had been beaten beyond recognition and couldn't remember them at all.
He had already cursed the "assassin's" ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind. If he didn't have the ability, why did he have to provoke this big shot? Now he's in big trouble.
They were dragged into this too. It's almost Chinese New Year, what kind of mess is this?
At this moment, Li Quan, the Prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture, rushed in from outside. When he saw the person on the rack, he beat his chest and stamped his feet in despair.
Upon seeing him, Li Qi, forgetting all about baring his teeth at "Prince An," burst into tears, sobbing, "Waaah..."
Grandpa, you've finally arrived! If you hadn't come, you would never have seen your grandson again.
"Mmm..."
Lu Xiaoyun gave Li Quan a cold look.
Li Quan knelt down with a thud: "Your Highness, he, he is..."
Wang Zhemao looked at Li Quan kneeling on the ground and asked in confusion, "Lord Li, do you know this assassin?"
"An assassin? You're saying he's an assassin?" Li Quan stared wide-eyed, his sagging face trembling uncontrollably as he looked incredulously at his grandson, who was being tortured beyond recognition on the rack. He then turned to look at Lu Xiaoyun and Wang Zhemao.
His grandson is a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong; how could he possibly dare to provoke this King of Hell? Besides, he's been staying at his villa in the outskirts of the capital for the past month and hasn't returned to Shengjing City.
Li Qi: "Ugh..." Grandpa, they've wronged me! I didn't do anything! I can't even shoot an arrow, how could I possibly assassinate Prince An? Waaah...
Wang Zhemao nodded: "Yes, this person is the assassin who tried to kill Prince An six days ago. He was captured by the Prince's men himself, so there's no way he could be wrong. Judging from your expression, Lord Li, do you perhaps recognize this person?"
Li Quan looked pale as he stared at Li Qi, who was bound to the rack. His eldest grandson had already died under the iron cavalry of the Northern Qi, and now only this sole heir remained. Was Zhu Yu trying to exterminate his entire Li family?
Zhu Yu, you've gone too far!
Lu Xiaoyun looked at him with a cold and hard expression. This old man who was almost seventy years old in front of her was definitely not a kind person.
She said coldly, "Get up, Lord Li, take a good look. Do you recognize this person?"
Lu Xiaoyun said calmly, "He was the assassin who tried to kill me."
Li Quan slowly rose, his lips trembling. His old eyes stared at the mangled body bound to the rack. He had been walking briskly just moments before, but now his body was hunched over.
Li Qi struggled desperately: "Ugh... Grandpa, quickly tell Zhu Yu to put me down, they've mistaken me for someone else."
Li Quan turned to look at the tall, upright man in front of him, closed his eyes, and spat out a few words through gritted teeth: "Your Highness, this old minister does not recognize him!"
Li Qi's eyes widened suddenly: "Ugh... Grandpa, I'm your grandson, how can you not recognize me?"
Lu Xiaoyun's lips curled slightly. Assassinating a prince of the current dynasty was tantamount to treason, punishable by the extermination of nine generations of his family.
To protect his entire clan, Li Quan would only abandon Li Qi!
Li Quan ignored Li Qi's bloodshot eyes and instead asked Wang Zhemao, "Where did you capture him? Why did you say he was the assassin who tried to kill the prince?"
Wang Zhemao's gaze lingered on Lu Xiaoyun for a moment before he said, "She was captured by His Highness Prince An's men and sent to the Dali Temple. Moreover, she has already confessed to the assassination attempt on His Highness Prince An."
Li Qi: "Ugh... I didn't, I'm not, they're slandering me, Grandpa, please save me..."
Wang Zhemao continued, "However, no matter how I interrogate him, he refuses to reveal who is behind it all."
Li Quan clenched his hands at his sides, almost vomiting blood, but he forced down his anger.
"It is said that Lord Li is very skilled at interrogating prisoners in the Jingzhao Prefecture prison, and there is no prisoner he cannot interrogate. I beg Lord Li to help me out, as I am at my wit's end and would like to learn from you."
Wang Zhemao took the blood-stained whip from the bailiff and handed it to Li Quan.
Li Quan glared coldly at Wang Zhemao, refusing to take the whip that Wang offered him.
He turned to stare at his grandson on the rack, his lips trembling, tears welling in his cloudy eyes, but he forced them back.
Li Qi stared at his grandfather with his mouth agape, tears streaming down his face, struggling desperately as an unprecedented fear gripped his entire body.
Li Quan then looked at "Prince An," who had been standing calmly to the side, and asked, "I wonder if Your Highness could tell me where your men captured this person?"
Lu Xiaoyun said calmly, "A villa in the suburbs of Beijing. It is said that this villa is owned by Lord Li?"
Li Quan trembled violently, and Zhu Yu knew exactly what was going on!
He wants to take the lives of the entire Li family!
Li Quan gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness is mistaken. This old minister has no villa in the suburbs of the capital!"
"Oh?" Lu Xiaoyun's "oh" was spoken neither loudly nor softly, yet it carried the oppressive feeling of someone in a superior position.
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