"Prince."
A Jin looked strangely at Mo Xiuyao who was staring at the book. A Jin had followed the Prince since childhood. Even though he was slow, he could tell when the Prince was thinking and when he was lost in thought. Mo Xiuyao's eyes flashed and he raised his head to look at him. "Is something the matter?" A Jin rubbed the back of his head with some annoyance and said, "Prince … do you want to go see Wang Fei?"
Mo Xiuyao casually put the book back on the table. Looking at A Jin's uneasy state, he smiled faintly and said, "Did Chief Steward Mo tell you to ask, or did you ask Nurse Sun?"
A Jin's eyes widened. Uncle and Nurse Sun had both mentioned that he should mention Wang Fei in front of the Prince and find a chance for the Prince and Wang Fei to spend more time together. But he didn't know how to find a chance. So when he saw the Prince in a daze, which was rare, he thought that since he had nothing to do, he could ask the Prince if he wanted to go see Wang Fei, right? Looking at A Jin's puzzled state, Mo Xiuyao shook his head and said with a smile, "Alright, don't think about it. What is Li doing right now? "
"She seems to be organizing the things she brought from the Ye family."
"Then don't go now. Let's wait until she forgets. Where are the guests from last night? "
A hint of annoyance flashed through A Jin's eyes. He said, "They're still in the dungeon."
"Let's go see."
In the dark dungeon, the flickering light of the fire projected the shadows of the people in the room onto the walls, swaying slightly with the light. It made the already gloomy dungeon even more mysterious. Feng Zhiyao was still dressed in his arrogant and grand red brocade robe. He lazily lay on the only chair in the dungeon and listened with satisfaction to the endless wails. Compared to the boredom of the past few years, he was very satisfied with the busy days of the past few days.
"Speak, why did you break into the Prince Ding Mansion at night?"
In the center of the room, a black-clothed man was chained to a rack. His body was already riddled with scars, and he was glaring fiercely at him. "Feng Zhiyao, you're Prince Ding's man!"
"Oh? You know me? Looks like you're from Da Chu State? " Feng Zhiyao blinked his almond-shaped eyes. His interest was piqued. He sat up straight and looked at the person in front of him. "Where did you come from? In the palace, is our Emperor still the one from Zhangde Palace? Or which mansion did you come from? "
"Hmph!" Half of the men of sacrifice were unyielding. Torture and torture had not been able to make him confess. Naturally, Feng Zhiyao would not be able to make him talk with just a few words.
Feng Zhiyao narrowed his eyes in displeasure. "This young master wants to see if your bones are harder than this young master's torture tool! Continue! "
Swish —!
The ferocious barbed whip continued to create more scars on the man's body. Feng Zhiyao stared gloomily at the scene in front of him.
The sound of the wheelchair turning came from afar. Feng Zhiyao turned around and saw Mo Xiuyao walking towards him. He stood up and smiled. "Why are you here at this time instead of accompanying the bride?" Mo Xiuyao did not answer. He raised his eyebrows and looked at him. "Confessed?" Feng Zhiyao helplessly pulled over the file that was placed at the side. "Last night, we caught four groups of seven people. One of them was from the Northern Tribes, one from the Southern Zhao. Two of them wanted to take advantage of the situation and three of them refused to confess. The one from the Northern Tribes wanted to snatch the bride and make the Ding Mansion look bad. The one from the Southern Zhao only wanted to scout the terrain to see if there was a chance to get the Cloud Embracing Sword. The other two wanted to take the opportunity to steal something. As for this one … he was the first to be caught and also the one with the best martial arts. I suspect that he's here to assassinate, but the target of the assassination is unknown. He shouldn't be here to assassinate you. " When Mo Xiuyao accompanied the bride back to the bridal chamber, this fellow was ambushed at the banquet area and was caught by the secret guards. So the target of the assassination should definitely be one of the guests present.
"Someone from the Da Chu State?" Mo Xiuyao turned to the hanging man in black and asked.
Feng Zhiyao rubbed his chin. "He knows me. He must be someone from the Da Chu State." Young Master Feng San was very famous, but it was only limited to the Da Chu State and it was only limited to the capital. After all, a dandy young master who was expelled from the Feng Family and did not have the right to inherit would not attract the interest of outsiders.
"Continue. If you can't get anything out of him, just kill him." Mo Xiuyao said lightly. "Where is Yelu Ping?" Feng Zhiyao gestured towards the room beside him and ignored Mo Xiuyao. Instead, he stared at the black clothed man in front of him with interest and laughed. The black clothed man instinctively felt cold. He obviously knew that if he was caught, there was no way out. However, when he heard Prince Ding casually say to kill him if he couldn't get anything out of him, as if he was saying that the weather was good today, his heart couldn't help but tremble. Prince Ding was definitely not a crippled and useless piece of trash like what outsiders thought!
Feng Zhiyao looked at him with a smile. "Actually, to this young master, it doesn't matter if you talk or not. You're going to die anyway, right? If you talk, this young master will give you a quick death. It's fine if you don't talk. You can try out this young master's new toy. These two years have been boring to death. "A trace of fear flashed through the man's eyes, but he still refused to talk. Feng Zhiyao didn't mind. He waved his hand and signaled for the people beside him to do it. Then, he swaggered towards Mo Xiuyao's room.
The other room was obviously much more comfortable than the previous one. At least, the entire room was dry and quiet. There wasn't any smell or blood. There was only a metal fence that divided the entire room into two halves. The Prince of the Northern Tribes, who was still spouting nonsense last night, was now on the other side of the fence. He grabbed onto the fence and glared at Mo Xiuyao. "Mo Xiuyao, you cripple. How dare you send people to capture I!"
"Oh? I thought that the Prince of the Northern Tribes had entered a place that he shouldn't have and was captured by I? " Mo Xiuyao looked at him with a warm and cold smile. "However, the Prince of the Northern Tribes can rest assured. Even if it's because of the diplomatic relations between our two countries, I will definitely not harm the Prince."
Meeting his cold gaze, Yelu Ping couldn't help but tremble. He grabbed onto the fence and shook it even more angrily. "Won't harm I? Then why did you lock I up here? I will definitely report this to your Emperor! I'll chop off your head! " Mo Xiuyao's lips curled. "There are some urgent matters in the Northern Tribes. In fact, the Northern Tribes envoy had already sent a letter to His Majesty to bid farewell. He left the capital in the morning."
Yelu Ping was stunned. "How is that possible? I's still here, who dares to leave! "
"The Prince of the Northern Tribes need not worry about not being able to return to your country. Later, I will personally send someone to send you back to the Northern Tribes. Hand it over to … the Crown Prince. "
Hearing this, Yelu Ping's expression turned ugly. He was a bit of a hooligan, but he wasn't a fool. The Crown Prince didn't get along with his brother Yelu Ye. The two of them had been fighting for many years. If he landed in the Crown Prince's hands, then … seventh brother would definitely kill him!
"Mo Xiuyao, you despicable person! My seventh brother won't let you off! "
Mo Xiuyao laughed coldly. He raised his head and stared at him. "Yelu Ye dared to send you to provoke I, so he should be mentally prepared to make sure that you won't be able to return. Or, what happened yesterday was the King of the Northern Tribes' idea? Then it seems like he doesn't really want you as his son? "Yelu Ping seemed to have thought of something and his face turned pale. He glared fiercely at Mo Xiuyao. "You're talking nonsense! Seventh brother would never do that … "His tone was obviously lacking in confidence. He was stupid, but he wasn't stupid. He had been mocked since he was young. Even his seventh brother often scolded him for being stupid. Even his father didn't like him. Could it be that …
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