"How’s the tea?"
"Not bad."
"This is premium Purple House Silver Needle, one pot costs thirty taels of silver."
"Whoa, the Sky Scale Guard is this wealthy?"
"The tea leaves were taken from your study."
"..."
Chen Mo sat beside Chen Zhuo, the two of them holding teacups, chatting casually without a hint of urgency.
Xu Lin saw himself being ignored, clenched his fist under his sleeve, but was helpless.
The paperwork for the arrest was personally approved by him, leaving no way back. Losing the initiative, he could only be led by the nose by Chen Mo.
"Cough, cough."
At this mont, Yan Peizhi cleared his throat and said, "We ca here to attend to so serious business today, it’s getting late, if we delay further, we might not be able to report back properly."
Xu Lin also suppressed his anger and said, "How about we bring out the suspect for interrogation first?"
"Alright."
Chen Mo put down his teacup and nodded, "Please follow ."
He stood up and walked out of the hall, followed by Chen Zhuo and the other three, proceeding toward the depths of the governnt office.
The continuous black walls seed like dark clouds, the atmosphere cold and murderous, passing through the iron gate carved with qilin patterns, they entered the dungeon, and the Prison Director swiftly ca forward.
"Mr. Chen, you are here."
Chen Mo instructed, "Bring the suspect Chu Heng to the interrogation room, the three gentlen want to personally interrogate."
The Prison Director saw the official robes on the three, his expression instantly stern, bowed his head, and said, "Yes, I will make arrangents imdiately."
Chen Mo led them through the corridor, the miserable wailing sounds from the cells on either side made one’s scalp tingle, Yan Peizhi and Xu Lin’s throats moved, suddenly regretting not bringing accompanying personnel.
Arrived at the interrogation room.
Surrounded by stone walls, empty and desolate, containing only a long table and a torture rack.
The prison guard brought four chairs, arranging pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, just as everyone seated, the sound of iron chains scraping the ground echoed from outside the door.
Two prison guards dragged a bloody and mutilated figure inside.
Upon seeing the person, Yan Peizhi and Xu Lin’s expressions imdiately stiffened.
The individual’s eyes were covered with black cloth, the original white prison attire already stained dark red, a thick layer of blood scabs crusted over, legs limp like mud, unable to stand, one arm twisted backward, fragnts of bone jutting from the joint.
With the head sagged without movent, already fallen into unconsciousness.
"Is this... the Princely Heir?!"
After being thrown into the Imperial Prison, Chu Heng was bound to receive "special treatnt."
Yet, it was unexpected to turn out so tragic!
As senior officials of the Ministry of Criminal Justice and the Ministry of Justice, they had seen many such scenes, but this was still a royal relative, blood of the Chu Family flowing within! Inevitably, there was a sense of fear!
The clattering sound reverberated.
The prison guard dragged Chu Heng to the torture rack’s side.
The iron nail piercing the scapula had a loop at its end, hung directly on the hook, then yanked the chain forcefully, the person lifted like cured at.
Then picked up a nearby bucket, pouring a full bucket of spirits over him.
The intense pain awoke Chu Heng instantly, body trembling violently as if sifting chaff, screaming miserably while furiously cursing, "You bastards! Scum! How dare you torture ? Once I’m out, I’ll tear you apart limb from limb! Dice you into a thousand pieces!"
"Tsk tsk, been here for several days, still so hostile, seems not well attended to." Chen Mo shook his head and remarked.
Upon hearing this voice, Chu Heng beca even more agitated, the chains trembling, tearing his muscles apart, blood gushing.
"Chen Mo!!"
His voice filled with deep-seated hatred, "What kind of thing are you? Isn’t it just relying on the Empress to back you up? If you have the guts, kill ! I want to see whether this land belongs to the Jiangs or the Chus!"
Chen Mo gestured, the prison guard tore away the blindfold cloth.
The sudden brightness left Chu Heng sowhat uncomfortable, squinting to adapt for a while, seeing clearly the few people seated in front, he was slightly stunned, then a cold smile appeared.
"Oh, everyone’s here, just as expected."
"Yan Peizhi, Xu Lin, what benefits did Chen Mo give you, that you connive with him, framing ?"
Facing those bloodshot eyes, Xu Lin sowhat unnaturally averted his gaze, while Yan Peizhi remained composed, calmly spoke, "Chu Heng, you recklessly took lives, committed nurous murders, furthermore suspected of colluding with the Demon Clan, plotting rebellion, do you acknowledge your cris?"
Chu Heng curled his lips, revealing broken teeth, expression extrely grim, "Do you really think I’m a pushover? If anything goes wrong with , none of you will escape unscathed!"
A lean cal is larger than a horse, let alone Prince Yu isn’t dead yet.
Yet, matters reached this point, no room for easing, Yan Peizhi slamd the table harshly, shouted, "Enough nonsense! The evidence is ironclad, how dare you quibble? If you confess voluntarily, there might still be a chance for leniency... Answer my question, do you acknowledge your cris?!"
Chu Heng sneered in disdain, "Save your energy, if you had evidence, would you still be wasting ti with here?"
The tone of Yan Peizhi faltered.
"Chen Mo already turned the Prince Mansion inside out, at most found a few sect disciple corpses, how does that prove I killed them?"
"Moreover, according to Da Yuan Law, as a royal, as long as rebellion is not confird, what can you do to ?"
Chu Heng’s narrowed eyes locked on Chen Mo, voice chilly, "I know, you want dead in prison, but walls have ears, the ans of the Chu Family are beyond your imagination! Once His Majesty investigates thoroughly, let’s see if that Death Exemption Token can still protect you!"
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