Wang Zhemao twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely ugly smile: "Hehe, Your Highness, what brings you here again today?"
Lu Xiaoyun raised an eyebrow at him, what did he mean by "here we go again": "What, are you not welcoming this king?"
"How could that be?" Wang Zhemao's lips twitched. "Welcome you my ass! Yesterday we got some old assassin, dumped his body in a mass grave, and then Lian Yongyuan went to steal the body."
Today they brought Lian Yongyuan over again, saying that Lian Yongyuan was the murderer who hired someone to assassinate Prince An.
Is Lian Yongyuan out of his mind, or has he been kicked by a donkey? Even if he hired someone to kill someone, was it necessary for him to steal the body?
What, you expect him to give the assassin a grand funeral and have monks and Taoist priests perform rituals for his soul?
“Your Highness, I am truly limited in my abilities. Even Yongyuan won’t confess, insisting that he doesn’t know the assassin. I really have no choice.” Wang Zhemao said with a bitter face.
Lu Xiaoyun looked at him calmly: "You didn't use torture?"
Wang Zhemao's lips twitched: "No matter what, Lian Yongyuan is an official appointed by the court. Without solid evidence that he hired someone to kill, how could I dare to use torture? Why don't you take him away, Your Highness Prince An? You are, after all, a prince and a victim. I dare not use torture, but you are different."
Lu Xiaoyun patted Wang Zhemao on the shoulder: "Lord Wang, I'm doing this for your own good."
She pointed to the constables at the door and said, "Look at them, they all have large families to support. If you solve the case, won't they all get a reward?"
The constables at the gate immediately nodded in agreement.
Wang Zhemao wished he could crack open their heads and see if their brains were made of mush.
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