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Jia Jingtian narrowed his eyes, thinking that he might have found Zhao Zhuo's weakness. After a while, he slowly spoke.

"Scared?"

Jia Jingtian's sudden voice made Zhao Zhuo's trembling body tremble even more violently. He stared at the thing in Jia Jingtian's hand, and those childhood memories came to him uncontrollably.

Jia Jingtian curled the corners of his mouth and clapped the whip in his hand.

"Then I'll give you another chance. If you answer the questions I asked just now, I can let you live."

Zhao Zhuo suddenly raised his head and spoke hesitantly.

"Can you really let me live?"

"I am the Dali Temple Minister. I have this ability. You don't have to question it."

Jia Jingtian's words made Zhao Zhuo hesitate. He was sure that Qin Yanwei was not dead. If he was summoned back by the lord for questioning because of such a big mistake, he would definitely be killed.

If he could get the protection of the Dali Temple Minister, he could at least survive. Although Jia Jingtian looked intimidating, he was actually very easy to talk to. With this comparison, it was obvious which choice would be beneficial to him.

"I……"

Zhao Zhuo wavered, but just as Jia Jingtian was looking at him expectantly, a face appeared at the door of the dungeon, causing his eyes to freeze instantly.

Then he quickly lowered his head.

Jia Jingtian thought that Zhao Zhuo was still hesitating, so he waited patiently for a long time, but the person in front of him still showed no sign of speaking again.

"Zhao Zhuo, do you understand your current situation?"

"Do you think you can avoid responsibility by evading it?"

"Zhao Zhuo..."

Just as Jia Jingtian was about to say something harsh, one of his men came over to the door.

"Chief Jia, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince and Madam Xiao are waiting for you in the main hall."

Jia Jingtian paused what he was about to say, glanced at Zhao Zhuo who was pretending to be stupid and not saying anything in front of him, and sighed heavily.

It's not a solution to keep wasting time like this. It would be a good idea to discuss countermeasures with Mu Gu and Xiao Ruge first.

Thinking of this, Jia Jingtian turned and walked towards the exit of the dungeon.

The subordinate who came to deliver the message, after pretending to follow Jia Jingtian for a few steps, turned back quietly and walked into the depths of the dungeon.

"Zhao Zhuo."

Zhao Zhuo trembled when he heard the voice, then raised his head tremblingly and saw the person who had just winked at him at the dungeon door.

He recognized this man; he was his master's confidant, An Yishou.

Logically, he shouldn't know this person. A few years ago, An Yishou was arranged by the master to lurk in the Dali Temple in case of emergency. No one could know An Yishou's true identity. At that time, he saw with his own eyes that someone who had seen An Yishou's face was killed by the master.

Even if he had seen An Yishou and knew his face, for the sake of his life he could never say that he knew him.

But since An Yishou was arranged by his master to live in the Dali Temple, which was fraught with dangers and many experts, he must have extraordinary abilities.

Therefore, An Yishou had to doubt Zhao Zhuo's reaction, and then murderous intent surged in his eyes.

"Zhao Zhuo, do you know me?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo hurriedly lowered his head and remained silent.

Zhao Zhuo's reaction was very strange when he stood at the door of the dungeon just now, but now it seemed like the reaction he would have when he saw the Dali Temple's Sizhi.

An Yishou actually didn't know Zhao Zhuo. After all, there were so many small minions like him who had a little kung fu skills in Kyoto. How could he know every one of them?

The only reason he came here was entirely because of the order from his master, who said that the Dali Temple had arrested a man today who knew a lot about what his master had done, and he wanted to find out whether he had told the truth.

Originally, An Yishou planned to kill this man after testing him, but his master ordered that if he had not confessed, he should be kept for the time being as he still had value.

So An Yishou found the dungeon and took the opportunity to send Jia Jingtian away.

"Have you told Chief Jia the question he asked you just now?"

Zhao Zhuo's heart trembled violently. He had indeed been shaken and was planning to confess everything. However, An Yishou showed up at the last moment, and he had to swallow back all the words that came to his lips.

He didn't want to die yet, at least he didn't want to die so soon, dying in this dark dungeon with no one to collect his body.

Zhao Zhuo shook his head violently, and his voice became halting due to fear.

"He...he asked...I didn't say a word..."

An Yishou pinched the man's chin and lifted him up to look at him. Although Zhao Zhuo's eyes were evasive, he could tell that he was not lying. No one dared to lie under his fierce eyes.

Zhao Zhuo, this coward, doesn't even have the courage to do that.

An Yishou snorted and let go of his hand.

"I'm afraid you don't dare to say it. Now you know who I am?"

As soon as An Yishou's hand loosened, Zhao Zhuo lowered his head abruptly, and after hearing An Yishou's words, he just nodded slowly.

An Yishou couldn't help but frown as he looked at the cowardly man in front of him. He really couldn't understand what his master was thinking about this case. Did he have no one else to use? Why did he have to find such a crooked person to work for him?

But now that things have come to this, there is no point in him thinking or saying more.

"How's your memory?"

"Just barely."

An Yishou snorted, his eyes revealing undisguised disdain.

"I'll tell you the names below, and you can remember as many as you can."

"If Jia Jingtian asks you again who the mastermind is, you should say it is Xia Shijin, the Minister of Rites, and if he is the accomplice, just say these names."

An Yishou reported several official positions and names, and then gave some specific instructions.

"Remember, don't confess these things too easily. Just endure the punishment as long as you can. Once the matter is settled, the master will find a way to rescue you and give you a sum of money to let you go far away."

Hearing the latter sentence, Zhao Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up. This was more than just a temptation, it was a huge temptation. He dreamed of taking a sum of money and escaping from Kyoto, no longer living on the edge of a knife, and just living his own life.

Zhao Zhuo gritted his teeth and then raised his head.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Although An Yishou nodded calmly, he was laughing in his heart at how stupid Zhao Zhuo was. He had followed his master for so long but still didn't know his master's style of doing things. If he didn't have a little value, he would have been killed and fed to the dogs long ago.

But now it has changed from killing immediately to killing slowly.

Zhao Zhuo is just a discarded pawn.

However, using this abandoned pawn can just help the master to remain standing in the palace, so it can be regarded as a valuable abandoned pawn.

After An Yishou gave his orders, he said no more. The longer he stayed in this place, the greater the risk. What he had to do was to hide in the Dali Temple again and wait for the next opening.