After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

"Stop whining." Wang Biao frowned, "I brought you here for the sake of the old lady. If anyone finds out, I will be in trouble."

Lin Zhiyu subconsciously wanted to wipe Lin Xiaolian's face with her sleeves, but saw that her sleeves were full of dirt, so she had to take them back.

Lin Xiaolian was taken out by Wang Biao's confidants, while Lin Zhiyu was taken to another dark room by Wang Biao.

She looked around. There were several unnamed iron utensils hanging on one side of the wall. There was a chair next to the door, and there was a teapot next to it, with wisps of steam coming out.

It seems that the evidence is almost collected and he is ready to be sentenced.

Not long after, He Chenghu and his men wandered in leisurely.

"Miss Lin, it's been a long time no see." He sat down on the Taishi chair and played with two walnuts in his hand.

What Lin Zhiyu didn't expect was that Fu Huai actually followed in and poured a cup of tea for He Chenghu beside him, not daring to look at him.

"Mr. He, this injury heals quite quickly." Lin Zhiyu said coldly, "This is Dali Temple, how could you be the one to interrogate me?"

He Chenghu paused while drinking tea.

That day, Lin Danger had his dead hand, so the injuries on his body were naturally not fully healed. If the movement range was slightly larger, there would be slight pulling pain in the joints.

Doesn't Lin Wei care about his sister? Today happens to be a time of old and new grudges, let’s forget them together!
He Chenghu took a sip of tea, frowned, raised his hand and threw the teacup in Lin Zhiyu's hand, pouring the hot tea on Lin Zhiyu's face.

"What kind of bad tea is this? Is your Dali Temple so poor?"

Fu Huai, who was next to him, was startled. He took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped He Chenghu's hands.

Wang Biao nodded and bowed and said: "The people below were negligent. Whatever tea you want to drink, I will ask someone to change it."

"never mind."

Seeing Lin Zhiyu's embarrassment, He Chenghu finally felt relieved: "Miss Lin, tell me, if you just obediently took the money to eliminate the disaster, how could you have happened today?"

Lin Zhiyu sensed something was wrong in this sentence: "Master He means that Zhang Shuangshuang is allergic and you did it to retaliate against me?"

He Chenghu raised his head suddenly and felt that he had let something slip.

That night, Zhang Xiuli sent someone to He's house to apologize, and they bumped into each other. The two hit it off, and that's what happened today.

"So what? No, so what? You are kneeling on the ground now, not me." He Chenghu narrowed his eyes, "Miss Lin, you should recognize the situation clearly."

As soon as he raised his hand, someone took a written confession and spread it in front of Lin Zhiyu.

"My Lord, I don't remember the faults of villains, and I have written a charge sheet for you. Miss Lin took the trouble to press her fingerprints, and that's it."

Lin Zhiyu scanned it briefly and said with a smile: "The whole story is fluent and the writing is excellent. It is a good story."

It not only describes the process of murdering Zhang Shuangshuang, but also mentions that she is willing to pay a thousand taels in compensation to comfort people's hearts.

If she confesses her crime, she will completely put herself in a passive position.

She is no longer the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Palace in name. If she pleads guilty, she will accept any punishment on her behalf.

Even if he and Zhou Zijin were engaged, killing or beheading him was not something He Chenghu could say.

Fu Huaidao: "Miss Lin, plead guilty. Without evidence, you can't overturn the case."

Wang Biao also said: "The King of Jin has gone to Yongzhou. Even if he wanted to, there is no way to rescue you."

When He Chenghu saw Lin Zhiyu's delay, a contemptuous smile escaped from his lips: "It's time for Miss Lin to loosen her iron bones."

Upon hearing this, the jailer immediately took out a rope and several small wooden sticks, strung into a "book" shape, and waved it in front of Lin Zhiyu.

"Do you admit guilt?" "I don't admit it."

Lin Zhiyu looked directly into He Chenghu's eyes without fear.

As soon as he finished speaking, two jailers, one on the left and one on the right, separated Lin Zhiyu's fingers and stuffed them into the gap of the box.

The shackles on her hands hadn't been released yet, but they hung heavily on Lin Zhiyu's slender wrists. She felt extremely painful if they stayed for a little longer.

He Chenghu said leisurely: "Miss Lin, let me ask you one last time, do you admit your guilt?"

In fact, it is not a bad idea to force Lin Zhiyu to press his fingerprints, but not all of his people are around. If word spreads, it will inevitably cause trouble.

He Chenghu also enjoyed watching Lin Zhiyu being tortured, so he had plenty of patience to wear out with her.

"I don't recognize it."

Lin Zhiyu was actually a little scared. The wooden stick was rough and the gaps were small. Just by clamping it on both sides of his fingers, there was constant pressure and pain.

But it’s not what she did, so she definitely can’t admit it!

"Go to punishment." He Chenghu said.

The guards on the left and right immediately tightened the ropes in their hands, and the ropes suddenly tightened. Lin Zhiyu felt that his finger bones were being crushed into pieces of paper, and the pain spread from the nerve endings to all the limbs.

She bit her lower lip, and beads of sweat formed on her head.

Just one minute makes people feel as long as a year.

The jailer relaxed, and Lin Zhiyu's hands suddenly relaxed. He leaned to the side and let out a long breath.

The white jade-like fingers were in terrible shape at this time. Not only had a layer of skin been worn away, but the thorns on the wood had penetrated into the skin. The fingers were faintly purple and swollen due to lack of blood circulation.

"That's good, it saves the ink pad."

He Chenghu put down the tea cup in his hand, shook his pot-bellied body, and squatted in front of Lin Zhiyu.

He squeezed Lin Zhiyu's hand and said softly: "It looks pretty good."

Lin Zhiyu could no longer find the energy to respond to him, so she could only give him a look of hatred.

"Such a beautiful hand, I'm afraid it will become useless if it continues like this. Miss Lin, please think about it again."

He Chenghu dug his nails into Lin Zhiyu's wound, causing her to cry out in pain, and tears from the physiological reflexes hung in the corners of her eyes.

"Don't you just want to destroy me?" Lin Zhiyu said weakly.

"Listen carefully, this is not because I am deliberately making things difficult, it is Miss Lin who is making things difficult for me."

He Chenghu stood up and said to the people around him.

"I heard that Miss Lin is a good painter. It's such a pity."

The jailers on both sides got the signal and used their hands again.

During this period, Lin Zhiyu couldn't bear it anymore. He fainted once and had someone splash water on him to wake him up.

Just as they were preparing to be punished for the third time, the door to the interrogation room was kicked open.

Lin Zhiyu lay on the ground, completely powerless, feeling that the entire ceiling was spinning.

In her daze, she saw Chu Nianshan holding the token: "From now on, the case of Lin's murder of the child will be transferred to the Ministry of Punishment, and Dali Temple has no right to interfere."