Inside the cell, Jiang Wenjing walked to the cell door and turned his head to look at the faces inside the iron bars.
Although he had become a prisoner, Torre had no self-awareness of being a prisoner. He stared at Jiang Wenjing and grinned, "How is it? Do you feel like being suspected by everyone?"
"No," Jiang Wenjing said softly, "You wanted to drag someone down with you, but you dragged the wrong person."
Torre looked at his calm face, as if he wanted to see if he was pretending. Seeing that he was really calm, Torre frowned deeply.
No, it's impossible.
The sword moves used by Jiang Wenjing were indeed the Mobei swordsmanship. There were so many people present, and as a general of a country, it was impossible that there were no people coveting his position!
If anyone with a keen eye takes note of this and reports it to the emperor, Jiang Wenjing will never be able to sit on the position of general again!
Such a good opportunity, but no one in Tianqi could seize it?!
Torre's face suddenly twisted.
Jiang Wenjing hooked his finger, and the jailer who had been silently watching over here suddenly trotted over, diligently opened the cell door for him, and dragged Torre out: "General."
Because they were so powerful, Xing Maozhi was worried that the cells in the imperial prison would not be able to hold them. In addition to the muscle-softening powder he forced them to drink when they were first locked up, he also deliberately mixed some of it into their food and water.
Therefore, Torre is now like fish on a chopping board, allowing them to flatten and round him.
Jiang Wenjing nodded slightly, watching them drag Torre into the torture room, then waved his hand to let them out and closed the door himself.
Fear flashed in Tore's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I am the prince of Wala. How dare you lynch me?"
Jiang Wenjing had heard from Jiang Zhiyu's heart that if he followed the original direction, the one who attacked him from behind the cave would be Torre.
It was he who made him suffer so much and live a life neither human nor ghost.
His breathing became heavier, his eyes drooped, and the cold wind blew, and the swaying candlelight shadow was reflected on his face, like a ghost crawling out of hell to take his life.
The fear in Torre's eyes could no longer be hidden.
"Wala is in a difficult situation now, so what if you are a prince of Wala," Jiang Wenjing chuckled and poured a bucket of boiling water on him.
"ah!"
Torre was hit hard and couldn't help but cry out in pain. Because of the clothes blocking his view, only the exposed skin turned red.
Jiang Wenjing sneered: "Why, you can't stand it?"
At that time, my legs were broken and I was kneeling in the snow, naked, as he poured water on me, bucket by bucket.
Now, before I even started, he cried out in pain?
Torre glared at him, his eyes red. "You bastard! When I get out, I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!"
Jiang Wenjing chuckled at him and said, "Prince Wala, you are truly a tough guy. Have you ever heard of the punishment of combing and washing?"
Wash up?
Jiang Wenjing saw his puzzled look and knew he hadn't heard of it. He said calmly, "The so-called combing and washing punishment is to strip the prisoner naked, place him on an iron bed, scald his flesh with boiling water, and then use an iron brush to brush off the flesh one by one until all the flesh is gone, leaving only the bones."
Jiang Wenjing looked at Torre's pale face with amusement: "Prince Malzahar of Nan Gu died from this punishment."
A string in Torre's brain snapped, and the fear of facing death overwhelmed his mind: "No! No! I won't be punished! I won't!"
The chains wrapped around his hands made a clanking sound as he moved. "Please! Please! As long as you don't torture me, I'll tell you everything you want to know!"
"Sounds good," Jiang Wenjing smiled. Torre just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard him say, "It's a pity. I'd rather believe the testimony of someone who's been tortured to the point of collapse than a deal based on empty words."
"But don't worry, I will show mercy and leave you a breath, so that you can witness the destruction of Wala with your own eyes."
Torre's eyes trembled.
…
The emperor personally issued an imperial decree, appointing the fifth prince Xiao Siyuan as the general to conquer the Oirat Mongols. As soon as the news came out, it caused an uproar.
Except for the second prince and the fourth prince, the rest of the princes were indignant about this.
Xiao Chuji was only thinking about pleasing Ji Xiurong. The Fourth Prince was lustful all his life and was indifferent to power struggles.
Anyway, for him, no matter which brother he had, he had never offended him, and no matter which brother ascended the throne, it would not take his life.
Inside the Eastern Palace, Xiao Lingyu looked at the counselors standing around the room, all with worried faces, and couldn't help but chuckle. "There's no need to be so rude, everyone. Father has his reasons for appointing my fifth brother. In my opinion, conquering the Oirat Mongols may not be as easy as we imagine."
"Crown Prince, you can't say that," the counselor beside him couldn't help but say, "You are not the same as before. The Emperor has repeatedly confined you to his residence, and he has never been to the Empress's residence. Before, he favored the Sixth Prince, and now he has appointed the Fifth Prince..."
What he said next would be considered treasonous, so the counselor fell silent.
Xiao Lingyu naturally understood what he meant. He simply felt that he was not capable of being the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace and wanted to train another successor.
"This matter is settled, there's no need to worry," said the leading counselor, Ji You. "What matters now is to find out whether His Majesty is tired of the Crown Prince or wants to train someone to balance him. Only then can we prescribe the right remedy."
His words obviously carried great weight among the counselors. As soon as he spoke, they all nodded in agreement.
Xiao Lingyu's smile remained unchanged. "You are right, sir. But Lingyu has never done anything to cause my father to dislike me. Moreover, my father used to think highly of me. If he disliked me overnight, it would be a bit puzzling."
Other counselors also agreed with this.
I don't know what was wrong with the emperor at the time. Even when the prince stepped into the imperial study with his right foot first, he was accused of being arrogant and disrespectful to his elders, and he was confined to his room for half a year.
The rest of the princes were also placed under house arrest, except for Xiao Yanli, who was still mentally retarded at the time.
Thinking of Xiao Yanli, Xiao Lingyu raised an eyebrow: "Has the outcome of what happened that day not been found yet?"
"A few days after Zuiyuelong disappeared, I found his body in the small river on East Street. However, there were so many people watching at the time that I only had time to take a quick look before the body was taken away by the soldiers."
Xiao Lingyu nodded slightly and continued, "What has Xiao Yanli been doing these days? Is he still dealing with Xiao Chuji for a woman?"
"Yes, the Second Prince once became a monk for a woman. I have inquired and found that the woman the Second Prince is obsessed with now looks exactly like the previous woman."
Exactly the same?
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