Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

sit on the chair.

Xia Zhiyuan flipped through the cases handled by the Shadow Guard in recent days. He opened the book with his fingertips and saw that the handwriting was neat and the records were very detailed.

However, there is no record of the assassination of His Highness.

"Lord Zhiyuan."

The shadow guard standing nearby, holding the hilt of the knife, immediately noticed Xia Zhiyuan's scrutinizing look.

He clasped his hands together and bent over.

"This guy is very stubborn and refuses to say anything. We are just following orders... and we dare not ask him too many questions."

The man with messy hair, kneeling on the ground and wearing a dirty prisoner uniform, laughed with his head raised.

"You bunch of incompetent lackeys, don't you want to know...don't you want to know who wants to kill the little emperor?"

"I won't tell you..."

His face was already rotten and bloody, but... it was obvious that the prison guards were indeed afraid that he would die, so they asked a doctor to come and apply medicine on him.

"You...don't want to tell me?"

Xia Zhiyuan was not annoyed by his provocation.

Instead, he smiled and casually placed the booklet in his hand on the table.

He seems to not care at all.

"Yes, I am not afraid of being beaten. I wonder what you can do to me?"

"You witch...if you have the ability, use your magic to make me open my mouth and see if I will tell you what I am saying."

The fact that this mouth can speak so many words in one breath proves that this person is still very energetic.

"It's not necessary to deal with people like you."

“A waste of my energy.”

Xia Zhiyuan calmly picked up the brush and dipped some ink in the inkstone.

She opened a blank booklet and started writing.

"You are not a remnant of King Wen."

"But you kept in touch with them and knew their plan, which was to rescue Prince Wen."

"Is it right?"

When the man heard this, his smile immediately disappeared. He didn't understand why the woman in front of him asked him this question.

Didn’t that group of “ghost-seeing” people ask all these trivial questions a few days ago?

What's the point of asking again?

“So what if it is, so what if it’s not?”

As soon as he said this, the shadow guard beside him drew his sword. The inky black blade reflected a faint light under the fire in the prison.

The black iron mask looks like the imperial envoy from hell.

"Don't be disrespectful to adults!"

"My Lord asked you to answer honestly, so answer honestly!"

Xia Zhiyuan waved his hand.

"It doesn't matter. This is a done deal. I'm sure you've known about it these past few days, right?"

"Your Majesty, I have been very busy with official duties recently... I need to be busy with the selection of a crown prince."

As soon as she said this, everyone in the prison looked over.

Those who can be imprisoned here are all either rich or noble, and all of them once held great power, calling the wind and rain and dominating a region.

Those people held the prison bars with their hands and turned their ears outward, afraid that they might have heard something wrong.

I didn't hear the news from Xia Zhiyuan.

If it were someone else, they might not take it to heart, but the person sitting on the high platform is the one that His Majesty holds dear to his heart.

Choose a crown prince.

When other people submit memorials to His Majesty, their words may not carry as much weight as Xia Zhiyuan's.

Now, everyone in the world knows that Xia Zhiyuan is a goddess sent by heaven and not some witch.

With such a grand ceremony, if Your Majesty doesn't take action, who else can influence the Imperial Observatory?

Hearing this, the man's expression changed, but then returned to his original state.

"The little emperor is afraid of death..."

"Why, are you afraid that after she dies... there will be no one in the Zhao clan to inherit the throne?

As soon as he finished speaking, an inkstone fell down and ink splashed all over the man.

Xia Zhiyuan still had a smile on her face, but her fingers were trembling slightly.

"Death?"

"Can you try saying something again?"

She simply stood up and walked down the stairs. There was a bitter medicinal fragrance on Xia Zhiyuan's body, her pale face, and her swift and decisive methods.

It's really hard to associate it with.

"Do you really think I dare not cut your tongue?"

"I just told you about His Majesty's selection of a crown prince in order to tell you that I already know the person behind you."

"It's just that it will take time to kill him."

Xia Zhiyuan squatted down and wiped her cheeks with her snow-white rabbit fur.

The look in his eyes seemed to see through everything.

"Your Majesty has already chosen a candidate for the crown prince in mind, and guess who it is?"

"Is it your old employer?"

The ink slid down the man's cheek drop by drop. He stared at Xia Zhiyuan, as if only in this way could he stop his body from trembling, from crawling down, and from surrendering.

"Did you know how many groups of people the Shadow Guards intercepted in the past few days who were trying to assassinate you?"

Taking out his handkerchief, Xia Zhiyuan still moved gracefully and picked up the inkstone he had thrown away.

She looked at the broken corner with a bit of heartache, then made eye contact with the man.

Sure enough, when the man saw the scene he wanted to see, his throat moved.

I have already started to think about it.

Could it be that the person who assassinated him was... the prince!

Put the inkstone back.

Xia Zhiyuan took a slight step forward, turned his head to look at him again, his voice without any fluctuation.

"When the birds are gone, the good bows are hidden."

"When the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked."

The crisp sound of the inkstone also fell into the man's heart.

This kind of naked verbal coercion and inducement is much more powerful than torture.

These six words filled even the shadow guard standing beside him with fear.

Lord Zhiyuan is indeed worthy of his reputation. He is good at attacking people's minds. With just a few words, he can make this person's psychological defenses collapse like a fortress.

The man's forehead, back, and hair on his temples were all soaked with cold sweat.

His breathing became rapid. If this was really the case, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really wanted to take his life, then he...he might as well tell it out!

"me…"

He opened his mouth and dug his fingertips into the cracks in the floor. Scarlet blood soaked the stone tiles.

But still, I can’t tell.

"You have done such a wrong thing, of course, if you speak out now and turn yourself in, His Majesty and I will let you off."

"But it depends on your choice."

"I can plead with His Majesty and say a few good words for you, but you must tell me the truth."

"Otherwise, let alone your life... I can even find out the lives of your nine clans."

Xia Zhiyuan sat back in his chair.

It took only about an incense stick of time from the time she came in to the end of the interrogation. The prisoner, who had been stubborn for more than ten days, finally admitted his mistake.

Seeing this scene, the other stubborn prisoners felt a chill run down their spines.

If I were to use such a method on myself, I would probably not be able to hold out for even the duration of an incense stick.

"I...speak."

After making this decision, the man knew that he would not survive if he made such a big mistake.

However, the prince has already planned to take action against him.

He will not spare his family either.

His head hit the ground heavily.

He choked up and said, "I only ask, sir, to bless my family."