Mentioning the injury from a hidden weapon caused the surrounding air temperature to drop by ten degrees or so. The already cold winter outdoors became even more unbearable at this moment.
"No, you forgot to mention, there's also the hand wound on her chest."
Fu Rong trembled even more violently: "...Yes, it was my oversight."
Where did the palm injury come from?
He didn't do it, so what's with the general's chilling, dead-man-like tone?!
Yuwen Sheng stood under the eaves, the shadows cast by the roof tiles obscuring the light in his eyes: "A few days ago, I tested this on a strong and robust barbarian. The same injuries, the same location, the same ordeal he went through. Guess how he is now?"
Fu Rong's biggest fear now is answering the general's questions. He has no idea which of the general's questions he truly wants an answer from, and which he is just talking to himself, asking and answering his own questions.
Earlier, he had given a question based on his gut feeling, which was probably wrong, and he almost didn't survive. If it weren't for his quick thinking and adding a follow-up answer...
I dared not answer, but I had no choice but to: "He...is he dead?"
“Yes, he’s dead.” Yuwen Sheng nodded.
Seeing the general eating malt candy again, a scene that had been frequently occurring lately, Fu Rong found both strange and terrifying each time.
He didn't understand how the general developed this habit, but subconsciously he believed that his change came from his wife.
After enduring for several days, Fu Rong finally mustered all his courage and blurted out, "General, the lady will surely be blessed with great fortune. Since Mo Ye has kidnapped the lady, he must be doing so for profit. He probably won't just stand by and watch the lady die from her serious injuries, losing this important bargaining chip that we can use to blackmail her."
“But Yang Gu and the others said that she disappeared and ran away on her own. Do you think this is believable?” Yuwen Sheng asked again.
Fu Rong opened his mouth with difficulty: "Uh, this matter... may be true, or it may be false."
Good heavens, if he is guilty, let him go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, instead of letting him stay here and talk about obviously dangerous topics with a general who is clearly not mentally sound.
He was worried that he might not live to see the next second.
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