And Dujuan did not disappoint Jingyu. She not only remembered those poems, but even compiled them into a collection of poems.
She is not the same kind of person as Hong Mudan. She was simply sold to Yingchunlou when she was young and was trained by the madam to make money.
The reason why she likes poetry collections is because when she was a child, her parents sold her in order to cultivate her brother's reading, which made her obsessed with reading.
After entering Yingchun Tower, the madam hired someone to teach them music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She learned better than anyone else. Before Hong Mudan came, she had always been the top performer in Yingchun Tower.
When she heard the person who came to interrogate her asking about the collection of poems, she told him where the collection of poems was without hesitation.
Whether it was to take revenge on Hong Mudan for stealing her top spot or to protect herself, she was very cooperative.
Yingchun Tower had been sealed off a long time ago, and in order to prevent any fish from escaping the net, Zhao Yiming also specially sent two secret guards to guard it, so the things inside are still the same as before.
The secret guards followed the location pointed by Dujuan and quickly delivered the collection of poems to Zhao Yiming.
Zhao Yiming opened the poetry collection and took only two glances before showing an expression of "as expected".
Jingyu asked curiously, "Master, do you know this collection of poems?"
Zhao Yiming did not hide it from him, "The poems in this collection were all written by King Wenxuan. Anyone who reads books will recognize some of them."
Jingyu frowned, "So, this strange disease case was also caused by him.
But the people who are hurt are ordinary people, so what's the point of him doing this?"
Zhao Yiming sneered, feeling quite ashamed of this, "I guess they're trying to use public opinion to cause trouble for His Majesty!
However, if someone like him, who disregards the lives of the people and will do anything to achieve his goals, were to ever become the Lord of Tianling, it would only be a misfortune for Tianling and a nightmare for the people!"
Then, Zhao Yiming's face showed a worried expression again. "Prince Wenxuan appears to be a modest gentleman, but in reality he is vindictive. An An has unintentionally ruined his plan again. I'm afraid he has already regarded her as a thorn in his side. We must be careful."
This time, Zhao Yiming personally interrogated Hong Mudan to prevent her from corrupting morals. He asked the prison boss to find a prison uniform for her to wear and wash off the makeup on her face.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. Putting on the prison uniform, Red Peony no longer has the charming charm she once had.
When she saw Zhao Yiming again, she wanted to repeat her old trick and use her beauty trap on him.
As a result, Zhao Yiming had someone bring a mirror in front of her so that she could see how ugly she looked.
When Hong Mudan saw the ordinary woman in the mirror, wearing a dirty prison uniform and with a dirty head, she screamed like crazy that it was not herself and wanted to go up and smash the mirror.
After Zhao Yiming had the mirror taken away, he looked at her calmly and said something that was meant to pierce her heart: "Don't be so ugly because you're surrounded by people. The madam has already told us everything. Whether you tell her or not, you can't get out of this prison.
If you are wise enough to confess early, you will suffer less. If you continue to be stubborn and refuse to change, even death will be a relief for you."
Despite her delicate appearance, Hong Mudan was actually much braver than the madam. "Haha! Look at what this gentleman said. Since the madam has already given instructions, why are you still looking for me?"
"What she said is what she said, and what you said is what you said. I will judge right and wrong. Just take care of yourself."
Hearing this, Hong Mudan glanced at the handsome Zhao Yiming, her eyes rolled, and she responded, "Okay!"
"However, my lord, this is not a good place for conversation. How about you let me wash up and we go to my boudoir to discuss it in detail?"
"How dare you, Hong Mudan, you dare..."
Before Jingyu could finish her angry words, Zhao Yiming raised his hand to stop her.
Zhao Yiming said with a half-smile, "Okay!"
These two words shocked everyone present, even Hong Mudan was stunned, and then she gave Jingyu a provocative smile with a smug look on her face.
"Master..." Jingyu had no time to care about Hong Mudan at this moment. He was afraid that his master would make a mistake and he would be too embarrassed to go back to see his mistress.
Zhao Yiming waved his hand at him, "Don't worry! I know what to do."
He then stood up and walked outside. Seeing this, Hong Mudan hurried to follow him. Just when she thought she was about to walk out of the dark, damp and cold cell, Zhao Yiming stopped in front of the door of the cell where she was previously imprisoned.
"Please come in! Miss Red Peony, aren't you going back to your boudoir?"
Hong Mudan was stunned. She pointed at the cell door that had been opened and asked, "Is this the boudoir you were talking about?"
Zhao Yiming nodded. "If nothing unexpected happens, Miss Hong Mudan will spend the rest of her life in this cell. Isn't this your boudoir?"
Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief when she found out that the boudoir her master was talking about was actually the prison cell. She still resented Hong Mudan's triumphant provocation just now. Seeing that she was reluctant to go in, she kicked her in from behind without any mercy.
After Hong Mudan went in, Zhao Yiming followed closely behind and had someone bring in the interrogation tables, chairs, and tools.
After sitting down, he looked up at Hong Mudan who was still lying on the ground: "Don't you want to talk in detail? Let's talk!"
Seeing that Hong Mudan didn't say anything, he said with a look of belated realization, "Look at my memory. Miss Hong Mudan just said that she still needed to wash up."
As he spoke, he kindly instructed someone to prepare water for Red Mudan's bath. "Jingyu, have them add more pure snowflakes from outside, so that ordinary petals won't be able to wash away the dirt on Miss Red Mudan's body, and her heart and lungs, which have been soaked in dirt and turned black."
Hearing this, Hong Mudan looked up at Zhao Yiming in fear, "Are you going to freeze me to death?"
Zhao Yiming still had his usual cold expression. "Isn't this what Miss Red Peony asked for? You are so special, no ordinary creature is worthy of you."
"You, you devil..." Hong Mudan was completely defeated and cursed Zhao Yiming hysterically.
Zhao Yiming did what he said. In just a quarter of an hour, the bathtub filled with snowflakes was carried into the cell by three yamen runners.
Looking at the bucket of water filled with icy water and sparkling with snowflakes, Hong Mudan kept backing away, but she still said something like, "I advise you not to do anything rash. If you really let me soak in this snow water, I won't say anything, even if you kill me."
However, all she got in response was the rude actions of the yamen runners. She refused to cooperate, so the three yamen runners lifted her up and threw her into the bathtub.
Hong Mudan kept cursing and choked a few times when she was thrown into the icy snow water. If the yamen runners hadn't pulled her out, she would have been finished on the spot.
However, her life was temporarily saved, but being soaked in the freezing water in the middle of winter made her shiver all over and unable to speak clearly.
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