Chapter 463 Immediately inform my brother of Duoduo’s whereabouts!
"Woo! Woo!" Yin Dayin Er struggled violently upon hearing this, their eyes filled with fear.
An Yi waved his hand indifferently, and two secret guards immediately stepped forward, roughly pulled off the dirty rag on the table next to them, and stuffed it into their mouths.
Then, the two men were pinned to the cold, hard ground. Another secret guard picked up a heavy wooden torture board and mercilessly whipped their buttocks and thighs.
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
The dull and loud sound of the blows echoed in the silent backstage of the theater, accompanied by suppressed groans of pain and body spasms caused by severe pain.
Every time the board fell, the other people in the Baihua Theater trembled and turned pale.
The steward cried out in tears, "Princess! Regent Princess! You're forcing me to confess! We at the Baihua Theater are innocent. We rely on these magic tricks to make a living. We really didn't do it! It's unfair!"
Lan Xiyue tilted her head slightly and delicately scratched her ear with her pinky finger, as if to shoo away annoying flies. However, the cold glint in her eyes grew deeper and sharper.
If she had only been shrouded in suspicion before, then the faint, almost imperceptible smell of drugs in the box was like a huge rock thrown into stagnant water, completely confirming her guess - behind this "miracle of resurrection", there was indeed a dirty business that could not be seen in the light of day!
At this moment, Yin Er, who was relatively thin, was the first to collapse.
The intense pain made him cry and his body twitched violently like a fish out of water. He let out a deathly sob in his throat and stared desperately in the direction of An Yi with a dazed look in his eyes.
An Yi raised his hand to signal, and the sound of the board stopped abruptly.
The secret guard roughly pulled the rag out of his mouth.
An Yi looked down at him, his eyes full of disdain: "What? Can't you bear it after just a few strokes? Tell me!"
Yin Er gasped for breath, his face smeared with sweat and tears. He wailed intermittently, "It was…it was…those…living people…who were cooperating with the performance…the guests…were all…made unconscious by the drugs we…had hidden in the box beforehand…and then…we hired someone…to send them out of the city…that very night…"
"What?!" The manager was struck by lightning, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell down, "Yin Er! You, you, dare...!" He pointed at the two of them, his fingers shaking like fallen leaves in the wind.
Lan Xiyue's eyes flashed with coldness, and her voice was like a poisoned ice cone: "Where did you send it to?!"
Yin Er curled up in pain, panting for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a sound: "Send... send... to... the brothel... in Guanzhi County..."
"You bastard!" An Yi shouted angrily, raised his foot and kicked Yin Er hard in the waist, kicking him to roll twice.
An Yi then turned to Lan Xiyue and spoke rapidly, "Princess! Guanzhi County isn't far from the capital, and normally a horse can reach it in two days. But now the heavy snow has blocked the roads, making it difficult for carriages to travel. It will take at least a day and a night. Miss Qian and the others are most likely still on the road, resting at some place, and haven't arrived at Guanzhi County yet!"
Lan Xiyue's voice was icy cold, each word sharp as a knife: "Where will you rest on your way?!"
Now that Yin Er had spoken, he knew there was no chance of success, so he simply revealed everything: "East... thirty miles east of the suburbs... on the official road... there's a 'farmer'... that's... our people... specifically... specifically to pick them up..."
Lan Xiyue pressed on, "Tell me! Who is the boss behind you?!"
The steward awoke as if from a dream, kowtowed repeatedly, his voice filled with tears and extreme fear: "Princess! Regent Princess! Please understand! This... this really has nothing to do with the Baihua Theater! This is all the work of these two heartless bastards! The rest of us, including me, know nothing about it! The boss... the boss doesn't care about these mundane affairs of the theater!"
Yin Er struggled, and with his last bit of strength, he croaked, "The boss... is... is the second master of the Mu Mansion... Mu Yong..."
"Shut up!" The manager pointed at Yin Da and Yin Er in frustration, cursing, "You two ungrateful, ungrateful bastards! If the boss hadn't taken pity on you freezing in the snow ten years ago and taken you in, fed you, and taught you skills, you would have already become food for stray dogs in the mass grave! Now you've done such a heartless thing, and you still dare to slander the boss?! The boss is a clean man and has long since stopped caring about these mundane affairs of the building!"
Lan Xiyue ignored the steward's cries. She abruptly stood up, her wide skirt stirring a gust of cold air. Her voice was firm and decisive, unquestionable: "Take Yin Da and Yin Er to the dungeon of the Regent's Palace and keep them under strict guard! No one from the Baihua Theater is allowed to leave without permission. They must be closely guarded by the secret guards! Everything will be decided after I find Duoduo! An Yi, go!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed out of the Baihua Theater like a flash of purple lightning, carrying a biting chill.
An Yi followed closely behind.
As soon as she stepped onto the footstool in front of the carriage, Lan Xiyue paused and, without even turning her head, ordered in a cold voice, "Inform my brother of Duoduo's whereabouts immediately!"
"Yes, sir!" In the shadow behind her, a blurry figure appeared and disappeared silently, as fast as a ghost.
Lan Xiyue got into the carriage nimbly.
An Yi flipped over and jumped onto the axle, shaking the reins violently.
"drive!"
The steed neighed loudly, its hooves flying. The heavy carriage was like an arrow shot from a bow, crushing the thick snow on the street, stirring up a cloud of snow and fog, and galloping towards the city gate. In an instant, it merged into the deep night of the imperial city filled with wind and snow.
The night was as dark as ink, and the thick snow made the streets of the imperial city seem even more empty and silent.
A carriage tore through the frozen paleness and galloped madly through the empty streets.
The heavy iron-clad wheels rolled over the thick snow, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound, and every time they rolled over, it seemed as if they were about to sink into the endless white abyss.
This sound mixed with the rapid and dense drumbeats of horse hooves, which hit the frozen road surface. In the silence of the snowy night where you could hear the rustling of falling snow, it seemed particularly harsh and startling.
Inside the carriage, Lan Xiyue sat upright like a pine tree, her back straight, like a jade sculpture.
The violent turbulence caused her body to shake uncontrollably and hit the wall of the car, but she seemed unaware of it and simply concentrated all her strength on her fingertips.
The hands resting on the knees clenched quietly, the knuckles turned blue and white due to excessive force, and the trimmed and rounded nails dug deep into the soft palms, leaving crescent-shaped indentations that almost drew blood.
A corner of the car curtain was suddenly lifted by a biting cold wind, and cold snow particles mixed with biting chill instantly poured in, like countless tiny ice needles, fiercely hitting her pale cheek, bringing sharp pain like a knife.
A few snowflakes even stuck to her long, cold eyelashes, but she didn't even tremble. All her senses seemed to be closed, leaving only the burning fire in her heart that was about to burn her out.
Duoduo! The cry in my heart is silent but deafening. You must hold on! Please...please don't get into trouble!
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