The pale moonlight streamed down from the double-eaved roof of the palace, casting a clear and cold glow.
Leng Ye glared at the trembling, hardened prisoner in front of him and suddenly felt that this scene was very similar to the night he imprisoned Xuan Fengqian in the Nine Netherworld Demon Prison.
Suddenly, he felt a dull pain in his chest, so painful that he couldn't breathe.
A total of fifty people...
He still couldn't believe that he had so heartlessly pushed her into the wolf's den.
She must have been in despair back then, right?
Damn it!
He truly deserves to die.
Leng Ye closed his eyes tightly, afraid that the vulnerability in his eyes would be seen by others.
Upon learning of Leng Ye's purpose, the criminals, who were huddled together, all begged for mercy.
"I had no intention of offending Princess Xiantian, and I hope the Demon Lord will calm down!"
"Demon Lord, please understand. I was merely following your orders."
"Besides, although Princess Xiantian's body looks very tempting, it's really hard to taste. Don't be fooled by her beautiful appearance, her breasts are as hard as rocks."
...
Leng Ye suddenly stood up, strode over to the rambling criminal, and abruptly reached out, snapping his neck.
"On the day of Jingzhe, his tongue was pulled out and fed to the dogs."
He slowly and methodically washed his hands while coldly instructing Jingzhe.
Seeing this, everyone was so frightened that their legs went weak and they dared not utter another sound.
They shoved each other, hoping that the eloquent, short-haired monk could use his silver tongue to persuade Leng Ye to spare their lives.
After a moment of contemplation, the short monk finally mustered his courage and took a difficult step forward on his knees. "Demon Lord, everything we have said is true. If you don't believe me, you can go and examine Princess Xiantian's body. She really is just like a man, with a figure so bad that it's hard to even touch her."
Leng Ye's eyes darkened slightly as he suddenly realized that something was amiss.
He had already looked her over thoroughly, except for not taking that final step.
In his eyes, she was clearly an unparalleled beauty.
But why did her figure seem so unappealing to these criminals?
Thinking of this, Leng Ye's cold, ruthless gaze fell upon the corpse that had just been dug out of the burial mound.
"Jingzhe, has the cause of his death been investigated?"
Jingzhe shook his head and said in a low voice, "It was my dereliction of duty."
"Summon the coroner immediately, and also have Nightmare come over."
Leng Ye sat back down in the armchair, his voice trembling slightly, his heart pounding, hoping the autopsy results would be as he expected.
Soon after, the coroner arrived in a hurry, carrying a wooden box.
He took a deep breath and was about to remove the clothes from the corpse when he realized that the clothes were as fragile as paper and would crumble at the slightest touch.
"How strange! It's as if he's suffered inhuman torture."
The coroner murmured, then shook his head upon seeing the man's unremarkable appearance, "With such an appearance, there is absolutely no way he could arouse any animalistic desires."
However, when he discovered the bruises left on the corpse before its death, he finally deduced the true cause of death based on these mottled blue spots.
"Have the results been detected?"
Leng Ye straddled the armchair, elbows resting on his thighs, and anxiously questioned the coroner, whose expression grew increasingly grave.
The coroner nodded and said cautiously, "As expected, she was tortured to death. Judging from the bruises all over her body, there could not have been only one perpetrator; there were at least ten."
Upon hearing this, Leng Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on the armchair with a sense of relief.
His originally dark complexion suddenly lit up with a hint of joy.
It seems his guess was correct.
Xuan Fengqian was indeed not violated by this group of demons; the one who truly suffered was this half-rotten corpse.
Upon hearing the coroner's explanation, Jingzhe instantly understood.
He bowed slightly and asked Leng Ye in a deep voice, "Demon Lord, what should we do now?"
"Pretend you know nothing, tie these fifty heads into a bouquet, and send it to Qingfeng Palace."
"Demon Lord, aren't you afraid of frightening Princess Xiantian?"
"How could she be so timid? Just do as I say."
Leng Ye felt completely refreshed at that moment.
However, just to be on the safe side, he still wanted to ask the nightmare what exactly happened that night.
He casually crossed his legs, secretly thinking that he could finally get a good night's sleep.
But in the blink of an eye, he suddenly remembered Xuanfeng Qianying's fair and flawless arm.
Logically speaking, her virginity mark should still be intact.
But he had personally verified that her virginity mark had indeed disappeared.
Could it be that Xuan Fengqian really had an affair with another man?
Is it Di Jun, or Fu Chen...?
Or perhaps it was Yu Chen, the second prince of the Western Sea, who specially sent the snow lotus from Crimson Mountain, as mentioned by Qi Yuan?
Leng Ye felt a tightness in his chest, despite his repeated claims that he didn't care about these things.
He knew that he, being so filthy, had no right to ask Xuan Fengqian to remain chaste for him, but no matter what, he just felt uncomfortable.
He had always dreamed of possessing her and making her his woman completely.
But now, someone else has taken her before him.
This was really hard for him to accept.
If he were to find out who that wild man was, he would definitely skin him alive, tear him apart, and grind his bones to dust!
Snap—
Leng Ye struck him hard on the thigh, and bright red blood spurted out.
"Demon Lord, are you alright?" Jingzhe asked with concern.
"fine."
Leng Ye lowered his eyes, staring at the blood-stained robes, his brows furrowing tightly.
"Water... Is anyone there? I want some water..."
Just then, a woman's low sobbing suddenly came from deep within the corridor.
Just by hearing his voice, one could tell that his body was extremely weak.
Leng Ye slowly came to his senses and asked the jailer in a deep voice, "Who is calling?"
The jailer replied respectfully, "Reporting to the Demon Lord, it was a young serpent with shallow cultivation, named Zhimo. Before this, she even claimed that she was carrying your child."
"Zhimo..."
Leng Ye stood up and strode into the depths of the corridor.
He wanted to see what kind of woman dared to lie and claim she was pregnant with his child.
In the prison cell, a frail woman with a pregnant belly, curled up on a straw mat, weakly tapped the wall.
When she saw a pair of black dragon-patterned boots suddenly appear outside the iron bars, she took a deep breath and whispered, "Water...please, have mercy and give me some water to drink."
"Tell me, who sent you?"
Leng Ye stood still in front of the iron bars, coldly looking at the pretty woman in the cell.
"Demon Lord..."
Zhi Mo slowly raised her head and saw Leng Ye staring straight at her. She hurriedly tidied her messy hair and said, "Zhi Mo greets the Demon Lord."
"Who sent you?" Leng Ye repeated impatiently.
"Replying to the Demon Lord, this humble concubine was brought back from the Boundless Sea by you a few days ago." Zhi Mo gently cradled her already showing pregnant belly in both hands, staring at Leng Ye warily.
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