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Only half an hour ago.
Liao Qiubai and Rong Ting walked out of the official residence together.
Outside the stable, Liao Qiubai stopped walking. "A man who can kill his own mother must have a vicious mind. It is difficult for ordinary people to figure out. It may not be easy to judge him."
Rong Ting insisted on his own way and just kept moving forward.
"It's hard to interrogate, but we have to continue." He led out the horse, climbed on it, pulled the reins tight, and said in a cold voice, "There are some things I have to ask myself to clarify."
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Inside the prison, the light was dim.
The bailiff took back the key and politely made a gesture of invitation.
The prison door slowly opened, and Shen Xiuying gradually saw the figure and appearance of the man next to the yamen runner.
The hope in his eyes disappeared, replaced by fear and terror.
Outside the prison, Rong Ting hadn't moved a single step. Inside the prison, Shen Xiuying was already shaking with fear, backing away until her back was against the wall.
She looked at the crane and python patterns on Rong Ting's dark blue robe and clearly understood his official rank and status.
I finally understood that all my calculations were in vain.
The King of Qi was Rong Ting.
Jiang Rao married the King of Qi, which meant she married Rong Ting.
She never had the chance to get close to them in her previous life, and she couldn't destroy them in this life.
From the beginning to the end, everything she did only forced herself onto a more difficult path.
Dead end.
Everything I believed in collapsed completely on this day. Shen Xiuying felt a sharp pain in her chest, fell to the ground, and cried out in pain.
But she wanted to live.
She raised her head and glanced at Rong Ting secretly.
This one look made her feel cold all over.
She looked at the sinister man in front of her, as if she saw the cold-blooded emperor in her previous life again.
His eyes are like blades, cutting people's flesh and blood.
When she thought that she would be the one killed by his knife soon, Shen Xiuying's body trembled like a sieve.
She shouldn't have thought of plotting against him.
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Rong Ting took in her every move.
When he looked at others, he was always extremely cautious and careful, not missing any subtle expressions or subtle movements of the other person.
A person’s true character is revealed in the small details.
Following the clues of what happened back then, he found out that it was Shen Xiuying.
The second Miss Shen from the Shen Mansion looks ordinary, but she has the ability to play tricks and deceive the Queen into coming to her.
During the first few years after he returned to Jinling from Yecheng, she got information about his whereabouts from someone unknown and would often appear in front of him.
How could a legitimate daughter with an inglorious background, who could only rely on a foolish father who favored his concubine over his wife, have such ability?
His fingertips pressed the handle of the sword on his waist, his eyes were cold, and he slowly opened his lips, "You have lived under the name of Wei Wenhan for several years, and it is time for it to come to an end."
He has always been a vengeful person.
Shen Xiuying's mistake was not in colluding with the Queen, but in trying to use the Queen to frame the Ning'an Marquis' Mansion.
He always remembered that snowy night when the heavy snow fell on Jiang Rao like flying catkins, leaving white marks on her shoulders.
She walked down the street like a lost soul.
Jiang Rao cares about too many people: her parents, her younger brother, her aunt, her grandfather, and even the maid who has served her for a long time. She remembers them all, which annoys her.
If he were to sow discord and provoke them one by one, her eyes would only follow him wholeheartedly.
That would be great.
Only then did he realize that something was wrong.
If Jiang Rao was in pain, he would not be able to feel better either.
Shen Xiuying's eyes trembled. Without waiting for Rong Ting to say anything, she kowtowed and said, "It was my fault. I shouldn't have been deceived by the queen and worked for her. I was bewitched."
She kowtowed, her head buzzing.
The words kept ringing in her mind: live, she wanted to live.
She had lived one more life and knew Rong Ting's vital points and weaknesses.
"Please don't kill me. I will burn incense and pray for the princess every day. The princess is kind and kind, and she will definitely not want to see bloodshed. Please talk to her and ask her to forgive me. I am willing to be a slave to repay His Royal Highness the King of Qi and the princess."
Rong Ting tapped the hilt with his fingers, "It was you who gave the idea that the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion was in trouble."
The lie was exposed, and Shen Qinying's face turned pale.
How could a man who, even though he was a disabled person in his previous life, was still able to use both kindness and force to overcome all objections and secure his throne be so easily fooled?
"Why are you so obsessed with framing the Ning'an Marquis' Mansion?" Rong Ting's voice became even colder.
His only worry was that there was a more poisonous snake hiding behind Shen Xiuying, giving her advice.
Since this matter concerns Jiang Rao, he cannot afford to be careless.
Chen Xiuying lowered her head, resisting stubbornly, pretending to shed tears, and sobbed, "At the beginning, I was attracted to His Majesty the Ninth Prince, but His Majesty never even gave me a glance..."
Rong Ting's patience was exhausted. He looked away and looked at the bailiff beside him, "Bring the torture instruments over here."
Instruments of torture... He was going to torture her severely...
Shen Xiuying's pupils trembled, and it was difficult for her to show tenderness on her face. She was at a loss as to what to do, and hurriedly looked at Rong Ting.
Rong Ting's expression was always cold.
Seeing that there was no hope, Shen Qinying suddenly raised the corners of her lips.
She laughed crazily
Come, "Why would I harm the Ning Anbo Mansion?"
"Jiang Rao, why is she living so well?"
"We were both confiscated and exiled, and both were sent to slavery. Why can she be cared for by you and not suffer at all?"
Rong Ting frowned.
"That was your past life. You liked her in your past life, but unfortunately she would rather die than be with you. In the end, you would rather give up thirty years of your birthday to light the soul-guiding lamp, but still couldn't get it. The lamp was stolen by me, and I was the one who was reborn, ha ha ha ha!" She laughed until she coughed up blood. "Do you think you can really be with her forever? Don't dream. She only likes you to pretend to be docile and well-behaved. She won't like your true appearance, never—"
Shen Xiuying's voice suddenly stopped, and she lowered her eyes in disbelief, looking at the cold sword that pierced his chest.
Rong Ting's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had lost his mind, "You are talking nonsense!"
"She won't really like you." Shen Xiuying gradually lost her breath, "Never..."
Rong Ting drew out the sword. He stood there, holding a bloody sword in his hand. His eyes were as deep as a pool, bloodshot for a long time. The veins on the back of his hand that was holding the sword were visibly blue.
I'd rather die than be with him...
A lifetime of seeking but not obtaining...
He doesn't believe it.
There is no past life, only this life.
He patted his face, suppressing the brutality and bloodiness surging in his eyes.
He can't do this, Jiang Rao will be scared. It didn't matter that she didn't like him the way he was, he could be a good boy all his life.
He threw the sword aside and stroked his forehead.
Without Shen Xiuying's sharp screams, everything inside and outside the cell became exceptionally quiet.
Rong Ting suddenly raised his head and looked to the right.
Unexpectedly, he saw the person he least wanted to see here.
In the dim light of the cell, Jiang Rao stood a few steps away. She was wearing a green plum cloak and holding a heater in her hands.
She was so beautiful, so beautiful that the light around her became warm and hazy, and so beautiful that he felt that his life was good as soon as he saw her.
He recognized the heater. She always thought about his cold hands. When it was hot in the summer, she wanted to hang on him, but in the winter, she didn't want to be close to him. In both seasons, she would find a heater and put it in his hands.
He left in a hurry this afternoon and forgot the hand warmer in the study.
He hurriedly looked at Jiang Rao's face carefully, trying to see every subtle expression on her face.
Her eyes were calm, so calm that... it was a little cruel to him.
Unable to suppress his panic, his voice trembled, "Nian Nian."
"It's not what you see..."
"Why are you here, Madam?" The bailiff who had come back from fetching the instruments of torture bumped into Jiang Rao outside. He saw the unusual expression on Jiang Rao's face and instinctively knew something was wrong. He bowed respectfully and said, "Why didn't you let me know earlier? I'll have someone clean it up. This filthy place might hurt your eyes."
Jiang Rao didn't say anything.
The yamen runners tried to show their courtesy, but they did not dare to offer too much.
I just secretly thought that I would have to clean up in advance in the future. The King of Qi dotes on his wife, and if Jiang Rao really wants to come, they dare not stop her. They can only quietly clean up the place first.
"Your Highness, the torture instruments are here..." The bailiff glanced into the cell and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.
In just a few moves, the prisoner in the jail was dead.
The bailiff's mind raced. If this happened to someone else, it would definitely be considered trouble, but Rong Ting had considerable power. In addition, considering the crimes Shen Xiuying had committed, it would not be enough to be executed by slow slicing, let alone being killed by a single sword.
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Rong Ting looked at Jiang Rao and didn't dare to take a step forward.
He didn't know how much she had heard and seen.
The narrow eyes were still red.
It was just that the violent rage just now was now filled with haggardness.
Although she is tall and graceful, she looks as if she is emaciated and sad.
If she escaped, he didn't know what he would do.
It was uncomfortable for her to hurt him, but it would be even more uncomfortable for her to leave him.
If she dares to escape, if she dares to escape... The knuckles of his fists clenched at his sides made a crackling sound, and he didn't know what to do.
All the sounds and colors became weaker in Rong Ting's ears and eyes, and his fists were clenched so tightly that the pain seeped into the bones.
The little girl outside suddenly moved.
She bit her lip and mustered up her courage for a long time before she dared to walk into the bloody cell. She felt nauseous and every step was difficult, but she held Rong Ting's hand.
Her fingers touched the bulging blue veins on the back of his hand, and her brows furrowed. She raised her voice and said, "Miss Shen Er deceived the emperor and faked her death, murdered her biological mother, and took human life lightly. She should be executed."
The yamen runner outside was stunned for a moment before he realized that Jiang Rao was talking to him. He hurriedly said "OK" and "I'll find someone to clean it up right away."
"You heard it all." Rong Ting's voice was hoarse and firm. He stretched out his trembling left hand and grabbed her right wrist. His slender fingers tightened around her wrist and tightened his grip. "You... aren't afraid?"
Jiang Rao hugged his waist and buried her face in his arms.
She didn't dare to look at everything around her, and first coaxed him softly, "Don't be afraid first."
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