CHAPTER 119: CHAPTER 119: THE PRINCESS CAN REPRESENT THE EMPEROR

Feng Fuce looked coldly, and with a slight wave of his hand.

Chu Ping immediately straightened up.

He politely invited Qingmei.

"Sister palace Servant, this way please, our Marquis doesn’t like others present during interrogations."

"Leave the food box on the table in front, and divide it among our brothers."

Qingmei hugged the food box, looking at him with some caution.

"Why call me sister, you seem to be around my age."

"I’m not leaving, I won’t leave Princess for even a step!"

Just as Qingmei finished speaking, two Xiu Luo Envoys wearing evil ghost masks, lifted her shoulders from both sides.

They took her away directly.

Qingmei’s feet dangled in the air, kicking back and forth, continuously looking back.

"Princess! Princess!"

Bai Zhi’er knew Qingmei would not be harmed.

The big bad brother wasn’t that ruthless yet.

She waved her little hand, her soft voice like milk: "Sister Qingmei, don’t worry, I’ll come find you soon!"

Upon finishing her words, the little one looked back, gazing at Yu Zhun, who was barely breathing on the rack.

"Brother Fu Ce, have you interrogated him?" Bai Zhi’er blinked her pearl-like big eyes, looking at Feng Fuce.

His skin was pale and cold, with half of his face hidden in the shadows of the flickering candlelight in the dungeon.

"I asked him, he said someone instructed him to assassinate, but, he insists on seeing the Emperor before revealing who it was."

Feng Fuce replied indifferently.

Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes: "Hmm... so, he probably doesn’t trust you!"

The little one puffed her cheeks and muttered softly: "He probably sees Brother Ce as a big bad guy too."

Feng Fuce chuckled: "If it weren’t for a certain little rascal insisting on interrogating personally, I would have already used torture to force the truth out."

Bai Zhi’er’s bright black eyes lifted, giving him a fierce little glare.

At this moment, on the rack, the barely alive Yu Zhun woke up from his coma.

"It was... it was Princess..." Though his messy hair obscured his vision.

Yu Zhun still recognized the petite and exquisite figure before him as Princess Cui Cuo.

Bai Zhi’er tilted her little head, her eyes bright and clear.

"I heard you want to see father to tell the truth, I can represent him, just tell me."

"Who instructed you to assassinate?"

Yu Zhun was silent for a moment.

His muddled gaze fixed on Bai Zhi’er.

As if pondering how reliable this three-year-old princess really was!

Bai Zhi’er’s voice sounded full of innocence, yet her words carried a persuasive tone.

"Only by confessing everything will you have the chance to protect your innocent family."

"But if you say nothing, wouldn’t it be harming yourself and them too?"

"I can promise you with my favorite diced meat rice, as long as you speak, I will plead with father for you!"

Yu Zhun’s eyes flickered with unease.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth.

"I come from a poor family, barely passed the exams, and became Chief of the Secretariat in the Ministry."

"Last month, my mother and wife both contracted strange illnesses, each week, they would convulse and shake, foaming at the mouth, needing medicine to ease it."

"And a medicinal ingredient of lotus seed is extremely expensive, leading to dwindled family savings due to repeated treatments."

"Desperate, a certain official found me, asked me to do something for him."

"And gave me a generous reward, a silver note of five hundred taels, and a land deed for a house."

"To save my mother and wife’s lives, I agreed."

"That official was Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Zheng Jin..."