The imperial prison during the day was already gloomy and terrifying enough; walking through it was like walking through a real hell.
All around were screaming and struggling demons and monsters, which became even more rampant at night.
The jailer on duty never expected to see this Mr. Song twice in one day.
Furthermore, this time, Eunuch Fu, who served the Empress Dowager, also came along, making them appear quite apprehensive.
"My lord, Eunuch Fu."
"You may all step back. This is to be left to me and Lord Song." Fu Shun took the candle from the jailer and personally led the way for Song Ting. "This way, sir."
The old eunuch used to serve the late emperor. Now that the late emperor has passed away, Zhang Bingzhi found him and promised him many benefits.
The old eunuch was bribed and became the old man's eyes and ears around the Empress Dowager and the Emperor.
The old man could know about any disturbance in the palace immediately.
The Grand Secretary was determined to support the young Emperor, hoping that the mother and son would rely on him to reach the pinnacle of power.
Song Ting didn't care about these things before. Who became emperor or who wanted honor and glory didn't concern him much. He just wanted to survive.
Things are different now, and he has begun to work hard for it.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
In the dim candlelight, the two arrived one after the other in front of the cell where Chu Huaixu was imprisoned.
The jailer took Song Ting's words to heart and had already called a doctor for Chu Huaixu. His blood-stained clothes had also been changed, and he looked much better than he had during the day.
but……
Song Ting stared at the thin, bony figure in the dark corner, her eyes stinging with tears.
But he shouldn't have had to go through all this.
"What's wrong, sir? Can't bear to go in?" Fu Shun always had a smiling yet sinister look on his face.
Song Ting knew exactly how to deal with these kinds of people; they were like bedbugs in the gutter, always knowing how to flatter the powerful and trample on the weak.
Anyone who shows even the slightest fear in front of them will be trampled underfoot.
Song Ting immediately said coldly, "You've said too much, sir."
Fu Shun twitched his lips and smiled enigmatically.
He placed his hand on the cell door and gently pulled it open: "Sir, you have quite the temper. I never knew that before."
“Now that you know, Father-in-law,” Song Tingdao said.
Chu Huaixu overheard their entire conversation.
He was locked in this dark and sunless cell. Although he didn't know how much time had passed, he could still tell that he had just seen Song Ting not long ago.
Somewhat surprisingly, this person came again.
And it was with Fu Shun, that neutered dog.
This old eunuch used to serve the late emperor. If he hadn't made any mistakes, he probably would have become the most powerful eunuch in the palace long ago.
But he was unlucky and happened to run into Chu Huaixu.
The young noblewoman was only ten years old at the time and had a terrible temper. She happened to see Fu Shun forcing a palace maid to be her lover, so she taught Fu Shun a lesson and reported the matter to the late emperor.
The late emperor always indulged this young grandson, so he immediately dismissed Fu Shun from his post and sent him to the cold palace to serve.
He was gone for so long that he was not seen again until the late emperor passed away.
Therefore, this person hated Chu Huaixu to the extreme.
The cruel torture inflicted on Chu Huaixu last time was hard to say was not an act of settling a personal score.
Chu Huaixu didn't give him a friendly look either, and propped himself up on his arms to sit up.
His narrow eyes glanced coldly at the two uninvited guests: "No wonder I can't sleep well, it turns out I'm dreaming about you two dogs."
Fu Shun's eyes darkened: "It seems that the lesson I taught you last time was not enough. Young master, you are so sharp-tongued, I should have pulled your teeth first."
Chu Huaixu was not intimidated at all: "Pah. You castrated dog."
Eunuchs are most sensitive about such matters, and Fu Shun's smile froze as his expression hardened.
Then he grabbed Chu Huaixu by the neck and slammed him hard off the haystack to the ground, where he landed right at Song Ting's feet.
"Cough cough cough...cough..."
Chu Huaixu spat a mouthful of blood onto Song Ting's dark clothes, struggled to raise his head, and stared at Song Ting with venomous eyes.
"Her Majesty and the Empress are waiting for us to return and report. Lord Song, let's begin..."
Chu Huaixu's gaze was fixed on Song Ting, who was also looking at him with a sorrowful expression, even revealing a hint of reluctance.
Chu Huaixu sneered, "So, my lord, you're finally going to kill me?"
"What are you saying, young nobleman? The Imperial Seal of the State is still missing. Of course, you cannot die."
Fu Shun gave a cold smile and ordered the jailer, "Guards, take the young nobleman out!"
Chu Huaixu had no idea what the two were up to. Even after being tied to the rack, his gaze never left Song Ting, remaining fixed on the man from beginning to end.
On the contrary, Song Tingxian couldn't bear it and turned her face away.
Chu Huaixu lowered his eyes and smiled, spitting a mouthful of blood onto Fu Shun's face.
"Bah! I'd rather die than tell you the whereabouts of the Imperial Seal!"
Fu Shun took out a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off his face, and narrowed his eyes: "Little Nobleman really knows."
He deliberately used the old way of addressing Chu Huaixu to disgust him, and Chu Huaixu was indeed extremely annoyed by this.
"Of course I know." This was the first time he admitted it, his gaze still fixed on Song Ting's face. Suddenly, he smiled, as if thinking of something. "Song Ting."
Between the two lies deception and lies, and the lives of their parents, brothers, and dozens of others.
This was the first time Chu Huaixu had called his name since the incident, and Song Ting suddenly raised his head, his throat tightening.
Chu Huaixu was still smiling, and even though his face was covered in blood, his watery eyes could still easily steal Song Ting's soul.
He was somewhat stunned.
In a daze, I even felt that everything in front of me was just a dream.
When he woke up, Chu Huaixu was still the precious young master of the Duan Prince's Mansion, while he was just a servant boy following the other party.
"Song Ting, you must remember this blood feud. I will haunt you even as a ghost."
Chu Huaixu hadn't smiled at him like that in a long time; Song Ting could hardly remember the last time.
A sudden chill ran down his spine, and his pupils widened abruptly: "Stop him! He's going to commit suicide!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Huaixu bit down hard on his tongue, his face still showing a mixture of smile and hatred.
Song Ting believed that what he feared most was death, so he did everything in his power to survive, resorting to any means necessary and regardless of the cost.
But at this moment, he realized that what he feared most was Chu Huaixu's death.
This person's life is more important than his own.
Chu Huaixu was his life.
If Chu Huaixu dies, then he won't survive either.
Anyone can die, but Chu Huaixu cannot!
He grabbed Chu Huaixu's chin forcefully and twisted it downwards, actually dislocating the man's entire chin!
"Hmm..." Chu Huaixu was a step too late; he didn't die.
But such pain was unbearable for ordinary people. Chu Huaixu's face turned deathly pale, and he fainted.
Song Ting breathed a sigh of relief.
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