Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 405 Miss Sick VS Dude (43)

Chu Jin followed the leading eunuch all the way to the Palace of Qinzheng.

"Master Chu, please!"

The father-in-law waved the whisk in his hand, signaling him to go in alone, and he would not go in by himself.

Chu Jin took a breath and walked in pretending to be calm.

Compared with the majestic and heroic appearance of the previous few days, the emperor's mental state today is extremely haggard. His eyes are black and blue, as if he has not closed his eyes for several days, and he has aged ten years.

Chu Jin didn't dare to look too much, she lowered her head slightly, and bowed to salute.

"Get up!"

There was no emotion in the emperor's voice.

"Yes."

Chu Jin stood up and stepped aside.

"You, come forward."

The emperor said suddenly.

Chu Jin froze for half a second, then stepped forward.

The emperor carefully observed his eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly sneered: "You are born with a good skin."

These words are full of resentment, and they really shouldn't be said by a monarch.

Chu Jin didn't talk to him, and wanted to say something, but the emperor refused to let him go.

"It's no wonder that sick man in Nanfu wants to live and die for you?"

There was no one around, and the emperor didn't bother to make excuses and directly expose his true nature.

Chu Jin remained silent.

"Speak!"

After the emperor vented his anger, he calmed down.

"Who is that person behind you?"

How can there be such a coincidence, one by one, one by one?
That person didn't say it sooner or later, but he wanted to say it when Chu Jin's life was at stake.

All kinds of evidence suggest that that person is someone Chu Jin knew.

Chu Jin thought of the things that Nan's father gave him that day, and his heart suddenly dawned.

"Your Majesty, I don't know."

"You don't know?"

The emperor curled his lips into a sneer: "This matter is rumored all over the imperial city, and you don't know it?"

"Do you think I will believe your lies?"

For this matter, he has not really rested for several days.

Closing his eyes every day is because he killed those people in the past and asked him to pay for his life.

The culprit of all this is the person in front of him, but this person refuses to say anything.

"Chu Jin, you don't want to see the whole Chu Jiahui in your hands, do you?"

The emperor narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

"Even if you don't tell me now, I will still have a way to know who that person is in the future? What will happen then? It won't be as simple as it is now."

"Return to Your Majesty, I really don't know."

Chu Jin repeated that sentence over and over.

" "Okay, okay." "

The emperor said hello three times in a row, and then said: "Isn't the eighth prince missing a companion? I think you are very good. From now on, the eighth prince will leave it to you."

"how?"

"I think..."

Chu Jin carefully considered his words, thinking about how to speak so that the emperor could dispel the idea.

No matter how bad the eighth prince is, he is still a prince. He, a dude who doesn't understand anything, teaches him poetry and books.

Chu Jin found it incredible.

But no matter how surprised he was, he couldn't say no to it, so he could only bite the bullet and agree.

"okay."

The emperor waved his hand: "Go down!"

Looking at this posture, Chu Jin will not say it for a while.

He should think of other ways too.

It's not that he didn't think about extorting a confession by torture, but he was worried that this idea could only be shelved temporarily in order to arouse the anger of the people on the other end.

"Yes."

Hearing this, the father-in-law hurriedly invited Chu Jin out politely.

It wasn't until she walked out of the Palace of Qinzheng that Chu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and the nerves that had been tense before quietly relaxed.

In any case, he managed to escape.

Chu Jin spread out her palms, and there was a dense pile of sweat there.

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(End of this chapter)