The assassin had woken up, but was given the bone-softening powder by Mu Nan, so he had no strength at all. He couldn't even bite his tongue to commit suicide. Mu Fengqie was quite satisfied with this result.
"Who is the person behind you?"
The assassin snorted and turned his head away, ignoring the two of them. Jing Xunchè laughed directly at his attitude.
"I just like tough guys like you. There are all kinds of things in my dungeon. I'm just wondering how many torture instruments you can withstand." As Jing Xunchè said, he ordered his men to take the assassin out and put him on the cross outside.
"Humph! You scoundrel. Do you think I'm afraid of you? Aren't they just the same old things? Whip, branding iron, clubbing..." They had been trained for these things before they came, so he wasn't afraid at all.
Jing Xunchè smiled after hearing the assassin's words. "Who said I only have these things here?" Jing Xunchè slowly took out an iron chain from the wall.
"Qie'er, you'd better go out first." What was going to happen next was too bloody. He was afraid Qie'er would be scared if she stayed here.
Mu Fengqie nodded. "I'll call Mu Nan in to help you." Then she turned around and went out. Soon, Mu Nan came in expressionlessly.
"My lord."
Jing Xunchè nodded. "Do as I say. Do it boldly. Don't worry about this man. He won't die."
"Yes." Mu Nan took the iron chain from Jing Xunchè. Only on closer inspection did he find that there were some tiny hooks at the other end of the iron chain. Mu Nan shivered at the sight.
He only knew there was a dungeon in the Marquis's Mansion, but he didn't know the things in it were so terrifying.
"Let me explain this iron chain to you first." Jing Xunchè looked at the indifferent assassin and began to explain it to him slowly. With each word he said, the assassin's face grew paler.
"The most important thing about this iron chain is these hooks. If I use it to beat you, each strike will hook off several pieces of flesh. But don't worry, you won't die." Jing Xunchè was quite satisfied with the assassin's reaction.
After hearing Jing Xunchè's words, the assassin was like a man fished out of the water, sweating constantly. This was equivalent to the torture of a thousand cuts, and it was even more terrifying.
The assassin swallowed hard and was thinking about whether to beg for mercy when Jing Xunchè spoke. "Go and gag his mouth. In case Qie'er hears it and gets scared, she'll have nightmares at night."
Mu Nan's mouth twitched after hearing this. My lord, aren't you afraid that I'll have nightmares at night? Sure enough, men will change. My lord doesn't care about me anymore.
Although he thought so, Mu Nan's actions were still very fast. Seeing a piece of cloth on the table, he picked it up without thinking and stuffed it into the assassin's mouth.
But Mu Nan regretted it after picking up the cloth because he felt that the cloth in his hand was sticky and extremely disgusting. He quickly stuffed it into the assassin's mouth and wiped his hand on the assassin's clothes.
"Start." Jing Xunchè said calmly. If this method didn't work, he had other methods. There would always be one that would make him talk.
After that, only the sound of whips and the sound of hooks hooking off flesh could be heard in the dungeon.
Before even ten whips had been whipped, the assassin couldn't stand it anymore and began to shake his head and beg for mercy. If it was just an iron chain, he could definitely withstand it, but there were hooks on this iron chain.
This man had been targeting one place on him. Even the most stubborn person couldn't stand it. This man was simply a devil.
"Stop." Jing Xunchè looked at the begging assassin and shook his head boredly. He thought the assassin was so tough. But after just a few whips, he couldn't stand it.
"Speak. Who sent you?"
The assassin took a breath and said weakly, "My master is Lord Zheng."
"Hmm?" The Lord Zheng from yesterday? It seemed that this man's days were really numbered. If there was an assassination here, Yuan Yuhan should also be in trouble, right?
"Did any of you go to the Regent's place?"
The assassin shook his head. "No. My master said that the Regent is from the royal family, so there must be a lot of secret guards. If we went to assassinate him, we wouldn't have much chance of winning."
This was the truth and exactly what his master had said, but Jing Xunchè felt uncomfortable after hearing it.
What did that mean? Just because Yuan Yuhan was a prince and had a lot of secret guards, they wouldn't kill him? Did he look so easy to bully?
Mu Nan looked at Jing Xunchè's darkened face and twitched his mouth. This Lord Zheng must have got it wrong. Their master was the one who was hard to deal with.
"This man is useless. Get rid of him." There was no use keeping him.
Mu Nan understood what Jing Xunchè meant. After Jing Xunchè went out, he picked up a handy knife on the table and walked towards the assassin. The assassin looked at Mu Nan in horror.
Why was this happening? He had already confessed honestly. Why did they still want to kill him?
Mu Nan wiped the blood off the knife and then went out. Then two people came in, quietly took the assassin out through the back door, and threw him into the mass grave.
"How about it? Did you find out?" Mu Fengqie looked Jing Xunchè up and down after he came out. His clothes weren't even wrinkled.
"It was sent by Lord Zheng." Jing Xunchè smiled and pulled Mu Fengqie into his arms. Well, Qie'er still smelled good. The dungeon smelled of mildew. It was so disgusting.
Lord Zheng? Was this his revenge? Mu Fengqie couldn't think of any other reason.
"Sort of. After all, I took 500 taels of gold from him." Jing Xunchè said carelessly.
"What are you going to do then?" They couldn't just let him go like this, could they?
Jing Xunchè indicated that it was absolutely impossible to let it go like this. Otherwise, where would he, the Marquis, put his face?
The next day when they were in court, Jing Xunchè looked at Lord Zheng with concern. "Lord Zheng, did you sleep well last night?"
Lord Zheng stared at Jing Xunchè fiercely. He just knew that what happened last night must have been done by Jing Xunchè, but he had no evidence.
The people he sent out last night must have failed their mission.
"Thank you, Marquis, for your concern. I slept very well last night." Lord Zheng almost gritted his teeth when he said this.
Slept well? How could it be! Last night he was waiting for news in his study, but in the end, instead of getting the news, he heard that a large area of his mansion had collapsed.
He almost got buried in the study. Now his mansion was in ruins. The loss was extremely heavy!
"Oh. That's good. I was still worried that Lord Zheng wouldn't be able to sleep because of the 1,000 taels of gold. It seems I was overthinking." After adding fuel to the fire, Jing Xunchè left.