Snowy night.
The horses made crisp footsteps as they walked on the bluestone road, followed closely by the muffled thud of the wheels.
Two different voices mixed together until the carriage stopped at the door of a villa with only three or two oil lamps lit. Only then did the chaotic sound stop.
The navy blue curtain was lifted by a pair of slender white fingers, and cold snowflakes fell on it, staying there for only a short while before turning into water droplets.
The owner of the finger seemed not to feel the cold at all.
Not long after the car curtain was lifted, a thin figure appeared in front of everyone.
The housekeeper of the villa came forward with a horse stool in his hand and an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, "Master, you are here."
The man in the black cloak did not respond.
After he got off the carriage and took the oil-paper umbrella from the butler, he finally whispered, "Where's the person?"
The butler immediately turned sideways and made a 'please' gesture, "General and Mr. Shen are already waiting for you in the dungeon."
After hearing what the housekeeper said, the man raised the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and Qin Songmo's handsome and cold face immediately appeared in everyone's eyes.
Even though he had seen his master's face many times, the butler still felt his breathing stagnate slightly when he saw this face.
Seeing his master frowning and looking at him, the caught butler immediately lowered his head and walked in front to lead the way.
The villa is not the property of any of Qin Songmo and the other two.
When Qin Songmo was brought into the main hall, he saw a figure with its back to him. He stopped and handed the umbrella in his hand to the butler.
"Your Majesty, may your Majesty long live your life."
The villa is quiet and cold.
Including the butler and servants, their number could be counted on one hand.
In addition, this place is rarely taken care of, and over time it has been regarded as an abandoned villa by others.
Some people even said that there were evil spirits here. Night watchmen passed by here in the middle of the night and heard sharp but dull roars here several times.
The villa is haunted and abandoned, and even playful children dare not approach it on weekdays.
But what the people didn't know was that this was not an abandoned yard, but the place where His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the Prime Minister and others gathered.
The roaring sound that the night watchmen often heard was just someone in the basement punishing prisoners.
At this moment, Qin Songmo lifted his robe and knelt on the cold floor. In front of him, the tall figure who had originally turned his back to everyone finally turned around slowly.
If there were other court officials present, they would certainly exclaim that Qin Songmo was committing treason.
The current emperor has not passed away yet, but Qin Songmo dares to call His Royal Highness the Crown Prince "Your Majesty". If this is not treason, what is it that deserves death?
Fortunately, the villa is quiet and everyone is our own family.
Chu Huaiyuan walked forward to help him up and said, "Yuanqing, I can't bear it now."
"Sooner or later."
Qin Songmo took over his words, with a calm and composed look on his cold face.
The two were of similar height and had been friends for many years. They could understand each other's thoughts just by looking at each other.
Chu Huaiyuan stared at the black eyes of the person in front of him for a long time. After a while, he heard him laugh out loud.
"Okay, Changxiao and the others are still waiting for us, let's go."
Qin Songmo nodded and stepped aside to make room. "Your Majesty, please."
Chu Huaiyuan smiled and shook his head, then took the lead and walked towards the basement.
The steps leading to the basement are very deep. It is a cold day today and there is no charcoal basin in the basement. The cold wind penetrates into every pore, making people so cold that they can't help but shrink their necks.
We finally arrived when we saw a ray of light gradually appearing ahead and heard angry curses coming from far away.
After sticking the torches in their hands into the wall, Qin Songmo and the other man walked into the space behind the stone wall one after the other, and the sharp shouting stopped.
When the people in the basement saw the face of the person who came, they immediately shouted and cursed even louder.
"Wen Songmo, do you still have any respect for the law? Do you still know that I am your biological father? How dare you treat your biological father like this? Aren't you afraid of retribution?!"
"Bah! I thought you were a capable prime minister, but now it seems I was wrong!"
"Let me go. When I return, I will immediately remove you and your slutty mother from the family tree. From now on, you will have nothing to do with my Wen family!"
Perhaps because he had been shouting for too long, Wen Qingxiu's voice became hoarse and his eyes were filled with bloodshot.
The long whip in Meng Jiuan's hand was still dripping with blood. Hearing that Wen Qingxiu still had the strength to shout, he immediately swung the whip in his hand.
There was a loud "pop" sound, followed by the sound of flesh being torn apart, and a man screaming in pain, all echoing in the basement.
Meng Jiuan raised his hand to pick at his ears and whispered, "What time is it now? What is your mouth made of? Why is it so hard?"
He walked forward and reached out to pinch Wen Qingxiu's chin.
Seeing that the other party refused to cooperate, he let out a light click of his tongue with an expression of impatience.
The next moment, a "click" sound was heard in the basement, and Meng Jiuan directly removed Wen Qingxiu's jaw.
At that moment, the man's cry of pain was heard again in the huge basement.
The scene was too bloody, but everyone in the basement looked calm.
Except for two people.
Qin Songmo walked forward and saw Wen Qingxiu looking at him with tearful eyes. He said, "When you kicked mother out of the house, were you very proud?"
Wen Qingxiu wanted to speak, but his jaw was dislocated and the severe pain made it difficult for him to breathe.
Despite the pain, he shook his head.
Qin Songmo looked at him deeply, then reached out and took the whip from Meng Jiuan's hand.
"My mother suffered so much injustice in the Wen family. Even after her death, you didn't let her go. Before her body was even cold, you dug her up and threw her into a mass grave."
"Wen Qingxiu, when you sent people to do those things, did you ever expect that one day you would become like this?"
Wen Qingxiu, whose chin had been removed, was still shaking his head. Without his chin to support him, saliva kept flowing out of his mouth.
This scene fell into the eyes of Meng Jiuan and others, and they all had a look of disgust in their eyes.
Wen Qingxiu no longer cares about his face.
He saw the whip in Qin Songmo's hand, and thought of the scene where Meng Jiuan had been whipping him continuously, and how he was still feeling the burning pain, and his body kept shaking.
Qin Songmo seemed not to see the pleading in his eyes.
Turning to the side, he saw the copper basin beside him filled with red liquid, and he curled the corners of his lips.
"My mother taught me since I was young to be kind to others and to care about the world. But no one told me that being kind would lead to being bullied, and caring about the world would mean experiencing all kinds of suffering."
"My mother was kind-hearted. A few days before she died, she asked me to forgive the Wen family, but everything the Wen family did..."
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on his usually cold face. Qin Songmo pulled the long whip soaked in chili water out of the copper basin and turned back to Wen Qingxiu.
"My daughter is right. I have a lot of blood on my hands to be able to climb to this position."
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