King Hu raised his head and stared straight at him.
He spent several days in a daze in the prison, waking up to the screams of the prisoners every day and falling asleep again to their screams.
He thought Wei Qinglou had forgotten him, but he never expected... that he was waiting for him here.
These past few days, Wei Qinglou has not come to interrogate him, probably to prevent people from discovering that he is still alive. By now, news of his death has probably spread throughout Yujing, and his continued absence has only confirmed his death.
He thought of the last words he heard before he fainted in the mountains—"Pass out the order and say... that King Hu committed suicide after his scheme was exposed."
So... Wei Qinglou had already planned this all along.
After pondering for a long time, he cautiously asked, "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Wei Qinglou looked at him with amusement: "If you say so, I'll let you die a quick death."
Hearing this, King Yama finally grinned and said, "Since we're all going to die anyway, what difference does it make whether I tell you or not?"
He glanced at Wei Qinglou with an arrogant air. He seemed certain that as long as he didn't speak, Wei Qinglou would be powerless against him, and all his efforts would be in vain.
Seeing this, the accompanying guards couldn't help but sigh inwardly: This person is really not smart at all. He has been here for so many days, doesn't he understand that for prisoners in the imperial prison, death is the greatest relief?
How many people endure torture every day, yet cannot die even when they wish for it?
"Very well." Wei Qinglou nodded, his face expressionless. "Perfect timing. Go and fetch my newly compiled 'Criminal Records.' Let's start from the first article and see how many punishments he can endure."
“Remember, don’t kill him. If he’s not doing well, call a doctor for him,” he stared at Hu Yanwang, then changed his mind, “No, call the imperial physician.”
Looking into his cold eyes, even though Hu Yanwang didn't take his words seriously, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly.
After saying this, Wei Qinglou left the prison, returned to his residence to freshen up, changed his clothes, and went to the Zhu residence.
Zhu Congjian was in the garden, gazing at the sky and sighing.
His daughter had been back for several days, but she was always sullen. He felt sorry for her and didn't even want to go fishing anymore.
Just then, the steward came to announce that a young master surnamed Wei was outside the door requesting an audience.
Zhu Congjian's first thought was Xiao Wei. After ascertaining the man's height and appearance, he waved his hand and said, "Please invite him in."
Before long, Wei Qinglou arrived in the garden.
When Zhu Congjian saw her, he was very distressed: "Xiao Wei, what brings you here? Did you invite me fishing?"
Before Wei Qinglou could answer, he added, "Alas, I have no such intention."
Wei Qinglou was stunned for a moment, unsure how to respond.
When Lüzheng heard that Lord Wei had come to visit, she went to tell her young mistress.
Since it was him who came, Zhu Jiayu naturally had to see him. After tidying herself up a bit, she went to the garden, where she happened to overhear her father's sorrowful words to Wei Qinglou.
She walked out from under the eaves and said to him, "Why don't you feel like fishing? If you don't want to fish, why not plant some flowers and cultivate your temperament?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Lord Wei must have come to see me."
"You? You guys...?" Zhu Congjian couldn't understand how one of them was his fishing buddy and the other was his daughter.
Zhu Jiayu said, "It's some business stuff. Yuchaifeng's business is booming right now, and Lord Wei also wants a piece of the pie, so he came to me to discuss it."
Is that so?
Zhu Jiayu said seriously, "Of course that's how it is. Why would I lie to you?"
Zhu Congjian thought about it and agreed, then waved his hand and said, "Then you can go."
Zhu Jiayu nodded and led Wei Qinglou to a small pavilion by the pond to sit down. She then instructed Lüzheng to brew hot tea and serve some snacks.
After Lü Zheng turned and left, Zhu Jiayu looked at Wei Qinglou and asked, "Why are you here?"
He should be interrogating King Yama at this time.
"I came to see you," Wei Qinglou said softly.
He knew that the little girl was gone, and he was heartbroken.
Zhu Jiayu immediately understood what he meant. She lowered her eyes and smiled, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
“Ayu…”
Zhu Jiayu interrupted him: "Have you settled all those children?"
Wei Qinglou nodded: "I'll listen to you. Let them do some light work. Although they won't earn much money, it will be enough for them to support themselves."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and took her hand, which was hidden under his sleeve, and wrapped her cool fingertips in his palm. He sighed softly, "Ayu, you don't have to be so strong. You don't have to keep everything to yourself. Whatever it is, we should bear it together."
“I love you, not only for your intelligence and composure, nor just for your wisdom and appearance. You can be capricious with me, and you can show your vulnerability in front of me. I will not leave, much less run away.”
He loved her terribly.
Most people's love is about gilding the other person and placing them on a pedestal.
But the woman he loved was the best woman in the world. It's lonely at the top, and he just wanted to bring her down to earth and share a bowl of soup noodles with her.
Zhu Jiayu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears streamed down her face.
“I…” she pursed her lips, “These past few days, every night when I close my eyes, I see the image of her dying in my arms.”
She knew she was just an ordinary person, only shaped by rare opportunities. She had never considered getting involved in any grand ambitions or affairs of state.
She just wanted to protect the people around her.
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