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The successive twists and turns made Murong Xiao shocked and angry, and a frightening chill emanated from his body, as if the world was about to be destroyed in the next moment.

He was probably extremely angry. This anger could no longer be expressed in words, but his voice became surprisingly calm.

"Where did this sword come from?" He stared at the Zhaoxi sword in A'ao's hand and asked in a conversational tone.

Chu Zhao reached out and took the sword from Ah Ao's hand and said, "I picked it up accidentally when I was looking for medicinal herbs in the mountains."

"Ha!" Murong Xiao sneered, obviously not believing her nonsense.

Chu Zhao didn't expect him to believe it, he just casually mentioned the source to deal with it.

Anyway, Murong Xiao wouldn't believe anything she said now.

"Bring it here." Murong Xiao still stretched out his hand to her calmly.

Chu Zhao hesitated for a moment and then handed the sword to him.

It was impossible not to give. No matter how powerful the Zhaoxi sword was, it could not defeat Murong Xiao and Manfu's guards. Refusal to cooperate would only make the situation more tense.

Murong Xiao took the sword and swung it twice casually. The sword energy pierced the air and sent a chill. He knew that this was a peerless sword.

How could such a good sword be randomly picked up in the mountains?

His eyes suddenly narrowed, and the tip of the sword was aimed at A'ao's throat.

"Beiyuan, take the people away!"

"Yes." Beiyuan stepped forward and grabbed A'ao's hands behind his back, "Your Majesty, where are you taking him?"

"Dungeon." Murong Xiao said lightly, looking at Ah Ao with a mocking look on his face, "A'ao, you are so proud, right? I want to see if there are any bones in the world that can be broken constantly!"

"No!" Chu Zhao hurriedly stopped him, "Why would the prince embarrass a slave? If anything happens, just come to me."

"Don't worry." Murong Xiao said coldly, "Wait until I break this adulterer's bones into pieces inch by inch, and then I will settle the accounts with you."

Chu Zhao was finally irritated, frowned and said in a deep voice: "A'ao has nothing to do with me. I wanted to learn some swordsmanship for self-defense, so I asked him to come over and teach me a few moves. He was rude to the prince because he was afraid that the prince would hurt me. , he lost his sense of control in a moment of impatience. If the prince wants to punish him to death because of this, it would really be disrespectful of the king."

"The magnanimity of a king?" Murong Xiao sneered, "I have lost all my face, so what's the use of magnanimity? No matter how eloquent you are, this bitch will definitely die tonight."

"How dare you!" Chu Zhao was so angry that he called out his name directly, "Murong Xiao, I don't want to waste words with you. If you don't listen to me and insist on going your own way, don't blame me for not giving you a chance when you regret it."

As Murong Xiao grew up, no woman had ever dared to threaten him by mentioning his name like this, and he immediately became furious.

"Okay, the princess is really capable. She dares to openly threaten me. I'm waiting to see how you can make me regret it!"

With a sullen face, he lifted Chu Zhao's chin with the tip of the Zhaoxi sword, stared at her for a moment, put away the sword, shook his head at Beiyuan, turned around and strode away.

Beiyuan held Aao and followed.

Chu Zhao stood still and watched the three people quickly disappear outside the courtyard gate.

After a while, Qingyu, Hongxiao and Ziluo came over tremblingly and called her in a trembling voice: "Princess."

The three girls had been awakened a long time ago, but they didn't dare to come near and hid in the corridor to peek from a distance.

"Princess, what should I do? Will the prince really beat A'ao to death?" Zi Luo was timid and was the first to ask Chu Zhao.

Chu Zhao came back to his senses and calmed down before saying warmly: "Don't worry, I will find a way."

"What else can we do now?" Hongxiao was very worried. "Otherwise, the princess should go and beg the old lady. The old lady still needs you now, and she should be able to help you persuade the prince."

"No, it's so late, don't disturb the old lady." Chu Zhao said, "You go to bed first, I will sit here for a while."

"How can the slaves sleep when such a big thing happened?" Qingyu said, "Let us stay here with the princess!"

Chu Zhao said nothing.

Qingyu took it as her acquiescence, went into the room and made a pot of hot tea, and brought Chu Zhao a thick coat to put on.

The four people sat in a circle around the stone table, watching the moon gradually moving westward in silence.

In the dungeon, A'ao was hung on the torture pillar with his hands tied. Murong Xiao stood opposite him, holding a long whip soaked in water and looking at him leisurely.

"I don't want to pursue what happened tonight. I only have one thing to ask you. Did the princess stay with you for a month after she left the palace? Where did you originally plan to go? Why did you suddenly come back?"

He had never really believed Chu Zhao's previous remarks, and people had been secretly investigating him during this period. It was only because Chu Zhao had been doing things that were beneficial to him since he came back that he turned a blind eye and was not anxious. To pursue.

But now, that woman has become so arrogant and lawless that no matter how useful she is to him, he cannot let her do whatever she wants.

Doesn't she like this horse slave? He wants to see if she chooses to save herself or the horse slave in the face of life and death.

And this hateful slave, he clearly bought him from the horse dealer, but he dared to point a sword at him for that woman.

Ah!

Loyal, right?

Would rather die than surrender, right?

Then he would tear down his pride and see how much he weighed!

"You are just a dog that I bought. I don't have the patience to waste time with a dog. If you don't speak again, I will never let you speak." Murong Xiao said coldly.

Aao pursed his lips tightly and remained silent, his eyes were stubborn and firm, and there was no trace of fear even in the face of absolute royal power.

Murong Xiao narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and lashed out with a whip.

With a "pop" sound, Aao's clothes tore apart, leaving a bloody whip mark on his waist and ribs.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Murong Xiao no longer showed any mercy, raised his hand and "snapped" and whipped him a few more times.

Aao's body soon became bloody and bloody.

Seeing that he still refused to beg for mercy, Murong Xiao wanted to suppress his arrogance even more. He threw the whip and ordered Beiyuan to bring over all the torture instruments used to interrogate criminals.

Beiyuan knew that the prince was really angry tonight, so he did not dare to neglect at the moment and hurriedly went to move the torture instruments himself.

Murong Xiao took the opportunity to sit on the chair and rest his breath, and used his fingers to turn the black iron ring.

Suddenly, his body stiffened and he hurriedly raised his hand in front of his eyes. Then he was shocked to find that the black iron ring that had been on his left index finger since his father's death was missing.

Murong Xiao's expression suddenly changed, he stood up suddenly, and shouted to Beiyuan, "Hurry, my king's ring finger is missing, take someone to find it quickly."

Beiyuan was shocked when he heard this, and the splint in his hand fell to the ground with a crash.

That mysterious iron finger was said to have been given by Emperor Xihe to the first generation of King Jingnan. There was some mystery hidden in it.

When the old prince passed away, he repeatedly told him that even if he lost his life, he could not lose his finger.

But now, the prince actually lost the ring.

How can this be good?