Gong Yuanzheng wasn't in a hurry at all. He looked at the medicines and instruments of torture prepared on the table, then casually picked up a small bowl of white powder and walked towards Wu Ji with a happy smile.
He was genuinely curious about what would happen if this stuff were sprinkled on corroded skin. What kind of interesting expressions would appear?
Kirihime naturally knew what was inside—the most common things in the kitchen. If she sprinkled them on her wounds, she was afraid…
Before Wu Ji could think any further, Gong Yuanzheng roughly tore open her clothes, revealing her skin, corroded by the medicinal soup. The flesh was now torn open, and bright red blood was still flowing from within. Without hesitation, he poured all the powder onto the wound.
The act of rubbing salt into the wound made Yun Weishan, who had been secretly observing them, gasp. She thought she was observing them in secret, but how could Gong Yuanzheng not notice her gaze? Locking up Wu Ji here was also to show Yun Weishan that they had plenty of ways to deal with her. They now had an assassin a level higher than Yun Weishan, and she knew far more than she did.
However, there is also a weakness. After all, Wu Ji has been in the palace for so many years, while Wu Feng has developed rapidly in recent years, so her information is naturally not comparable to that of the people in Wu Feng.
"Ah~!!! Ah~~!!" The screams of the Mist Princess echoed through the dungeon again. The guards outside the dungeon felt ashamed upon hearing these screams, but at the same time, they also felt a great sense of satisfaction!
"I...I'm not...Wu...Wu Feng, those...letters...I...don't know...how...how they ended up...in my room." Mist Princess gasped for breath, enduring the excruciating pain, and uttered these words haltingly.
Of course, Gong Yuanzheng didn't believe the first half of the statement, since the second half was fabricated by him.
"Wu Feng's dog is unusually obedient~, I think I don't need to remind you what I want to know, old~woman~."
Gong Yuanzheng knew how to kill by destroying one's spirit. What woman liked being called "old woman" all the time, especially someone accustomed to the luxurious life in the Feather Palace who considered herself a noblewoman? Wu Ji was furious, but she couldn't say anything. Denying she was the Wufeng Assassin was pointless; she didn't believe Gong Hongyu wouldn't reveal his identity.
Even if Gong Hongyu didn't tell them, he would tell them after Elder Yue woke up that Wu Ji was unaware of Elder Yue's coma, and that Gong Shangjiao intentionally kept this matter from Yu Gong.
Gong Yuanzheng stopped using torture on Wu Ji and turned to go to Yun Weishan's room. Seeing that she kept her head down, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Why are you acting like a quail now? Do you have anything to say?"
He paused, then continued nonchalantly, "You seem to be just a demon yourself, and you don't know as much as she does. Shangguan Qian is also a Wufeng assassin, so with her around, it seems like you're not really of any use."
Every word Gong Yuanzheng uttered felt like walking on clouds as his lifeline. Shangguan Qian had been missing ever since she was taken away. Was he trying to trick her by saying all this? But she had no other choice. She had important things to do personally. She couldn't die now!
Yun Weishan had remained silent because she had calculated that the palace needed the information she possessed. However, now that Wuming had been captured, she had become dispensable in their eyes. She didn't know whether Shangguan Qian was alive or dead, or whether Wufeng's identity had truly been discovered. She dared not gamble, and could no longer afford to gamble...
After a moment of silence, Yun Weishan finally spoke, her voice hoarse: "I want to know how the female assassin who stole the Hundred Herbs Extract from the palace gates two years ago died."
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