Mo Jingli smiled coldly and said, "What do you think they know?"
Mo Xiuyao leisurely leaned into the chair. As he played with Ye Li's slender hand, he said with a smile, "Jingli, you've suffered at the hands of these people, but you still don't remember. Do you think that … because you have something on them, they will be obedient and obedient to you? You think that when they work for you, they won't keep something for themselves? "
Mo Jingli's expression froze. He swept his gaze across the people on the ground. Many people uncomfortably avoided his gaze. Mo Jingli's heart sank.
In the hall, Mo Xiuyao clapped his hands and said, "Now, who will tell I the whereabouts of the Little Prince of Nan Zhao?"
The hall was silent for a moment. Finally, a person climbed up shakily. "Prince … Prince, have mercy. This official … this official will speak … ah?! "Before he finished speaking, he was kicked out by Mo Jingli who was standing to the side. The person who spoke was just a scholar who didn't have the strength to truss a chicken. Even though Mo Jingli wasn't a top expert, his martial arts weren't weak either. Kicking him was like playing around. He raised his leg and sent the person flying. He crashed into a nearby pillar and spat out a mouthful of blood. Mo Jingli smiled coldly and said, "Idiot! You think that if you speak, Mo Xiuyao will let you go?! "
Mo Xiuyao shrugged and showed a rare sincerity. "I can let you die more comfortably." In other words, whether they spoke or not, they would die. It was just a matter of how they died.
Therefore, the restless crowd fell silent again.
Mo Xiuyao wasn't in a hurry. He slowly stood and walked down the hall. His unhurried footsteps gave people an indescribable feeling of pressure. Even the aggressive Mo Jingli couldn't help but take two steps back. When he realized his actions, Mo Jingli's face turned green and purple.
"Official Zhao?" Mo Xiuyao walked in front of Zhao Zhefang and said with a smile.
"Prince … Prince?" Zhao Zhefang's face was pale as he replied in a trembling voice.
"Where is the Little Prince of Nan Zhao?" Mo Xiuyao asked. Zhao Zhefang shook his head and said, "This official … this official doesn't know."
"Don't know?" Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows unhappily and said, "Then what do you know?" Zhao Zhefang's gaze. He didn't dare meet Mo's eyes. He begged, "This official … this official doesn't know anything....... Prince's's have mercy! This official was muddle-headed and won't dare again, won't dare again. " Mo Xiuyao looked at him with a lowered brow. He sighed and said coolly, "Throw the entire Zhao Family into prison. Choose a day to execute them. "Finishing, Mo Xiuyao didn't look at Zhao Zhefang as though he had no interest in him.
Everyone on the ground stilled. They clearly hadn't thought that Prince Ding's interrogation would be so clean and efficient. Or rather, Prince Ding didn't care about the result at all.
"No! Your Highness, this old official knows his mistake. Your Highness, please spare my life … "Zhao Zhefang cried. Seeing that Mo Xiuyao didn't even spare him a glance, he turned his gaze to Ye Li, who was sitting in the main hall," Your Highness, this old official was wrong. Wang Fei, please have mercy on this official and his family. They are all innocent. Wang Fei, please have mercy on them! " Ye Li sighed slightly. She looked sideways at Master Qingyun and smiled faintly, "Grandfather, this place is chaotic. Let Fifth Younger Brother accompany you back to your room to rest."
Master Qingyun was old and didn't want to see too much blood. But he knew that today's situation wouldn't end so easily. He sighed deeply and nodded, "Qing Yan, come with me."
Fifth Young Master Xu, who had been watching the show with wide eyes, looked at Ye Li with grievance. But he couldn't disobey his grandfather's orders. He could only help Master Qingyun out. When Master Qingyun's figure disappeared from the back of the hall, Ye Li turned her head to look at Zhao Zhefang who was still begging. She asked coolly, "Official Zhao said that your family is innocent. Do you know how many people would have died if your plan had succeeded? When Official Zhao did this, did he think for a moment that these people were innocent? I'm afraid you were thinking more about the benefits you would receive if you succeeded, right? "
Zhao Zhefang was speechless. Ye Li took out a thin piece of paper from her sleeve and smiled faintly, "This fei has something here. Official Zhao should take a look." Ye Li's bodyguard came forward to take the paper. Ye Li waved her hand and stood up. She walked down the hall steps and personally handed the paper to Zhao Zhefang.
Zhao Zhefang couldn't help but tremble when he saw it. Ye Li only gave him a thin piece of paper, but he recognized that it was from a book he had hidden in a secret compartment in his study. And the things recorded in that book were things that he couldn't reveal to outsiders.
Once the things in that book were made public, even if Prince Ding spared his life, he wouldn't be able to live. "I … I'll talk. Young … Shizi, the Young Shizi has been captured. He's hidden in … hidden in one of my side courtyards outside the city. The Young Prince of Nanzhao … this official really doesn't know where he is … "
As soon as this was said, everyone was shocked. Although the Young Shizi of the Prince Ding Mansion didn't appear all day, which had already caused many people to speculate, they didn't expect that he was really captured by Mo Jingli.
Hearing Zhao Zhefang's words, Mo Jingli didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed loudly, "Zhao Zhefang, do you think Mo Yuchen is still in your side courtyard? Do you really think zhen will believe you so much? " Zhao Zhefang was silent. Mo Jingli was suspicious. It wasn't impossible for him to send someone to secretly take Mo Xiaobao away after he transferred him.
"How is it? Mo Xiuyao, did you win this round or zhen? "Looking at Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li, Mo Jingli sneered.
Mo Xiuyao held Ye Li's hand and looked at Mo Jingli indifferently. Mo Jingli also knew that he couldn't take advantage of Mo Xiuyao here today. He stared hatefully at Mo Xiuyao and said, "Get out of here, let zhen out. Otherwise … just wait to collect your son's corpse? "
Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "I had someone bring a message to you before. Now it seems that you didn't hear it?"
Mo Jingli was stunned and finally remembered what Mo Xiuyao meant. He sneered and said, "If zhen can't even live, why should zhen care about him?" Mo Xiuyao frowned and finally nodded, "Fine, I said … the longer you live, the more painful it will be. Since you don't believe me, then go out. I promise that in the 15 minutes after you leave the Prince Ding Mansion, no one will do anything to you. "
Mo Jingli stared at Mo Xiuyao cautiously, clearly not believing his promise. Mo Xiuyao didn't mind and pulled Ye Li back to the main hall.
"You're really not afraid that I'll kill your son?" Mo Jingli asked. He didn't believe that Mo Xiuyao would let him go so easily. Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and said, "You can try."
"You think I don't dare?!" Mo Jingli gritted his teeth and said. Mo Xiuyao's expression was indifferent, "I said that you can try." Whether or not he could kill him.
Mo Jingli hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he abandoned his poisoned subordinates and rushed out. Mo Xiuyao didn't care about his departure. With a wave of his hand, people immediately came to clean up the main hall and brought in fresh fruits, pastries, and wine. The men in black who came with Mo Jingli and the people who betrayed the Prince Ding Mansion with Mo Jingli were naturally moved out as well. In less than 15 minutes, the main hall returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
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