Her soft and delicate voice was like a brush scratching Mo Yan's heart.
The man lowered his voice and spoke slowly.
"The previous prisoner died right where you were sitting."
"Woooooooooo!"
Ruan Mian felt a chill on her back and threw herself directly into the man's arms.
She held on to his black collar tightly, her lips pursed palely on her rosy little face.
Like being scared.
The small cell never sees sunlight all year round, and the cold and gloomy atmosphere becomes increasingly heavy, as if what he said is true.
The man's bony fingers pinched her pointed chin, forcing the girl to raise her head.
Her pale lower lip was bitten until it turned red.
There is a thin layer of calluses on Mo Yan's right fingers, which is caused by years of holding a knife.
At this moment, the man squeezed Ruan Mian's cheek with two fingers with a little force.
The handsome facial features were getting closer and closer to the girl. The man's dark eyes were like a whirlpool that could disturb one's mind, and the girl felt confused.
"Ugh... bad guy."
She cursed timidly, but didn't dare to be too loud for fear of provoking the other party to kill her.
"Do you plead guilty?"
Why should she force herself to admit it if she didn't do it at all?
“I didn’t do it!”
The girl's thin and slender body was kneeling on the ground pitifully, with a crying and nasal voice.
Mo Yan pulled the shackles on her ankles with his fingers, making a clinking sound.
The girl's snow-white skin couldn't stand the friction of the rough metal and turned red.
"Squeamish."
The man leaned over to her neck and sniffed, their warm breath blending in the dark and narrow cell.
Ruan Mian's shoes and socks had long been tattered, and her exposed toes were light pink, round and cute.
The girl was curled up by the straw on the ground and could only quietly move her toes to step on the black silver-patterned robe of the imperial teacher.
I thought he didn't notice.
But after the man took a quick glance, he grasped the knife at his waist with his fingers and slowly pulled it out. The cold light reflected the girl's frightened look.
"Don't kill me, please..."
There was a hint of moisture at the corners of the girl's eyes, and she was trembling with fear.
She stared blankly at the sharp blade in Mo Yan's hand getting closer and closer to her.
Finally, it passed Ruan Mian's small ears, pierced through the air with a whoosh, and hit the corner of the wall.
I'm not dead?
The girl looked back and saw a fat mouse struggling and dying on the tip of the knife.
The man laughed in a low, slightly hoarse voice.
"Oh."
The girl realized that she had guessed wrong and felt embarrassed. Her jade-clear earlobes turned crimson with embarrassment.
Her toes were cold.
Mo Yan untied his outer robe and placed her legs on his knees, gathering them up and making them warm.
"Master Imperial Master, I didn't mean to offend you..."
The man pursed his lips slightly, his eyes filled with paranoid madness.
"Treason is a capital offense. Choose your own instrument of torture."
The girl tried to pull her legs free but failed.
The man's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he suddenly remembered something.
After calming down, he stood up and left.
It’s over…
Ruan Mian was worried that she wouldn't survive the night. It was so cold and scary here.
Under the moonlight, the girl did not sleep well because she was very hungry.
The jailer didn't prepare any food, probably because he was about to be executed...
The more I think about it, the sadder I get.
Little fool, lie on your side, maybe if you can press down on your stomach you won’t feel so hungry, go to sleep quickly.
I was already half asleep when I heard the door being pushed open.
The girl turned around and saw that it was Aunt Zhao.
"You wicked woman, how dare you come here? Aren't you afraid that I will report you?"
The old woman had a kind and gentle smile on her face and was holding a basket in her hand.
"It's my grandmother who has let you down, child."
Ruan Mian has a simple personality. After hearing Zhao Ma's sincere words, she thought that she had a change of heart and felt guilty.
"Humph, it was obviously you who poisoned Hu Yan."
The old woman did not refute the girl, but brought out plates of exquisite dishes and placed them in front of her.
"You have saved me from disaster this time. Although these dishes are not expensive, they are a token of my gratitude. Thank you for your hard work, child."
The old woman's tone was so peaceful that Ruan Mian couldn't help but wonder if she had a grandmother, she would probably be similar to her now.
The girl relaxed her guard a little, but the injustice she had suffered today could not be resolved with just a few words.
Her stomach growled at an inopportune moment, and the girl's momentum weakened a little.
"Hey, don't think you can bribe me with such a small amount of stuff. By the way, why did you poison Hu Yan?"
The old woman handed the chopsticks to Ruan Mian. Being interrupted, a hint of impatience flashed across her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.
"She's of higher status than the princess, and she's so beautiful. I'm worried His Majesty will choose Hu Yan, so I'll just disfigure her to prevent any future trouble."
So that's how it is. No wonder he had to poison her.
"Child, eat quickly, or the food will get cold."
Nanny Zhao pushed the dishes a little further in front of her and continued to urge her.
“Eat it while it’s hot.”
The aroma of braised pork trotters drifted into Ruan Mian's nose, and she swallowed her saliva with greed.
"That's not right. Did the princess ask you to poison her?"
The old woman's patience was exhausted. Why was this little girl talking so much?
The girl was still waiting for her reply, but she saw the old man grabbing a steamed bun and about to stuff it into his mouth.
"What are you doing?"
The girl tried to hide in a hurry, but the cell was small and she was pinned to the ground in a short while.
"When you die, all the blame will fall on you, damn girl, open your mouth!"
Ruan Mian immediately realized that the food had been poisoned by Madam Zhao, so she closed her mouth tightly and turned her head away.
Although the old woman was very old, her withered fingers were very strong and they pried open the girl's lips like pliers.
The steamed bun was about to touch her teeth.
With a "clang" sound, the sharp needle pierced through the back of Zhao Ma's hand, and blood flowed out.
She rolled on the ground in pain.
"ah!"
The girl was terrified after surviving the ordeal.
Mo Yan walked in with a group of guards and surrounded the old man.
He asked in a cold voice, "What excuse do you have now?"
Nanny Zhao covered her bleeding hand, looked at Ruan Mian with resentment, took out a pill from her sleeve and swallowed it.
Before anyone could stop her, the old woman spat out black blood from her mouth and died.
There is no evidence after death.
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