Reborn to abuse the scumbag, the demon queen destroyed her ex-husband's entire family

Xiao Ruge looked at Mu Gu in front of her, her eyes full of anxiety. She used all her strength to speak every word. Mu Gu was really afraid of losing her.

Xiao Ruge suddenly realized that her wishful thinking and reckless actions did not seem fair to Mu Gu. She was no longer the Xiao Ruge who was alone and could not care about her life and death. She had people she cared about and people who could not lose her.

She curled her lips and looked at the person in front of her with guilt. She felt that no matter how many times she said sorry, it would be useless. She could only use this silent way to silently promise Mu Gu. The latter seemed to feel Xiao Ruge's guilt. He sighed softly, sat back next to Xiao Ruge, took her hand and patted it gently, telling Xiao Ruge in this way that he was no longer angry with her.

But the more Xiao Ruge acted like this, the more Mu Gu felt that he should tell Xiao Ruge clearly about the things he wanted to hide from him, instead of keeping it secret and dragging it out. Mu Gu turned his head to look at Xiao Ruge, whose pitiful look on her face had disappeared and was completely replaced by happiness. He didn't know how to start the conversation for a moment.

Mu Gu took a deep breath and seemed to have made up his mind.

"Xiao Yu'er, I want to sue..."

Before Mu Gu could finish his words, the driver outside shouted inside.

"Seventh Prince, we have arrived at the Dali Temple!"

The words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back because of this sound, but Xiao Ruge still looked at him seriously, as if she was really waiting for her next words. Seeing that Mu Gu held back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, she couldn't help but feel curious.

"What do you want to tell me?"

Mu Gu glanced at Xiao Ruge quickly and then stood up.

"Nothing, let's go in and do the business first, I'll tell you the rest later."

Hearing this, Xiao Ruge nodded slowly. Although she still felt it was a bit strange, after all, the two of them had plenty of time to spend together, so there was no need to rush. The more important thing right now was to interrogate the captured person, so she responded and came down, then stood up and got out of the car with Mu Gu.

……

The one who came out to greet them was Jia Yunsheng who had recovered from his coma. Inside the huge Dali Temple, everyone else had gone to the streets to appease the people because of the assassination that occurred during the street parade, so only Jia Yunsheng who had just woken up was left.

Jia Yunsheng was indeed a remarkable man. Unexpectedly, in just one morning, he had become full of energy. When he saw Mu Gu and Xiao Ruge coming in, he immediately stepped forward and saluted.

"Meet His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, and meet Madam Xiao."

Mu Gu nodded slightly, then asked.

"Nothing serious?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Yunsheng quickly shook his head and patted his chest to indicate that he had recovered as normal. He leaned over to look behind them and saw that Jia Yunshui was not catching up, so he began to ask.

"Your Highness, the Seventh Prince, didn't Yunshui come back with you? The boss hurried to interrogate the prisoner as soon as he came back, and I didn't even have time to ask."

Upon hearing this, Mu Gu turned his head and looked at Xiao Ruge, and at the same time looked at Jia Yunsheng's clear eyes. It was obvious that Jia Yunsheng didn't know what had just happened on the streets of Kyoto.

After thinking it over for a while, Mu Gu decided to tell Jia Yunshui the truth.

"In today's operation, someone was captured, Young Master Yunshui. He... was injured."

In fact, Mu Gu did not know the extent of Jia Yunshui's injuries from the stab. He only knew that as soon as the killer ran away, Jia Jingtian ordered people to pull the parade car back. Now they should probably take the person to the mansion and call a doctor for treatment. They would have to wait until they went to Jia Jingtian's mansion to find out the true situation.

The expression on Jia Yunsheng's face froze for a moment, and then he forced a smile.

"How is it possible? Your Highness the Seventh Prince, please stop joking. Yunshui is so skilled, how could anyone get inside him?"

Mu Gu didn't say anything, so Jia Yunsheng turned his gaze to Xiao Ruge. It was impossible for him to believe that Jia Yunshui would be injured, so seriously that he couldn't return to the Dali Temple.

But Xiao Ruge's face was full of seriousness, and after a long time, she slowly opened her lips.

"We are not joking. Yunshui was indeed injured. He became a stand-in for "Qin Yanwei". The one who was paraded and assassinated today was Shaoqing Yunshui..."

Jia Yunsheng stood there in a daze for a moment, then rushed out of the Dali Temple gate.

Mu Gu and Xiao Ruge naturally knew that Jia Yunsheng would be restless when he learned that Jia Yunshui was injured.

"Let's go and see what's going on with Chief Jia."

Mu Gu's words pulled Xiao Ruge back to her senses, and then Xiao Ruge nodded, and the two of them walked through the unusually empty Dali Temple into the dungeon.

……

Before Mu Gu and Xiao Ruge arrived at the Dali Temple, Jia Jingtian had been watching this man for a long time and asked him questions in a nice way. Apart from knowing that this man's name was Zhao Zhuo and that he lived in the west city of Kyoto, he either knew nothing about the rest of the questions or remained silent. This made Jia Jingtian very confused and his patience was gradually running out.

"I'll ask you one last time, were you the one who killed Qin Yanwei in Zuiyunlou three days ago?"

"..."

"Did anyone instruct you to kill someone on the street today?"

"..."

"Who is the person behind you?"

"..."

Jia Jingtian was now completely impatient and his brows were tightly furrowed.

In fact, he did not really advocate torture. After all, if something could be done with words, why bother with so much effort? But for such stubborn guys, sometimes he had to admit that this method would be more effective.

"Okay, don't say anything, then you won't regret it."

Jia Jingtian's voice was freezing cold, and then he turned around and pulled out a horsewhip that was on the table. He raised his hand and swung it, and a loud bang hit the table. Zhao Zhuo, who was tied to the rack, trembled violently in fear, and looked at Jia Jingtian walking towards him step by step with horror in his eyes.

Once upon a time, when Zhao Zhuo was still a little beggar on the street, he was often looked down upon by dignitaries. Sometimes when he was extremely hungry, he would think of stealing some valuables to exchange for some food.

But Zhao Zhuo was so thin and small at that time, and if he was caught, he would inevitably be beaten without regard for his life or death. The most commonly used weapon in the rich families was the horsewhip that they could easily get, and they would hit such a small child hard.

The pain of his skin being torn apart was a shadow of his life, so much so that later on, he would rather travel on foot than ride a horse with a whip. Seeing this thing, he felt a chill in his heart.

As the Minister of Dali Temple, Jia Jingtian could naturally clearly sense the emotional changes of these prisoners. He soon discovered that Zhao Zhuo seemed to be very afraid of what he had in his hand.