Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 212 Cold Heart 1
ten years.It has been ten years since the tragedy of that year.

In ten years, he finally met someone who he wanted to protect wholeheartedly.

But why, he still couldn't protect her.

Ling Junxing caressed the girl's cheek with his hand, and murmured: "If you die."

He hadn't slept for several days, and his voice was hoarse and rough.

He said softly: "I will let them, one by one, be buried with you."

He wanted to find out the murderers hiding in the dark corners one by one.

He wanted those people to taste the most horrific torture and the most heart-piercing pain in the world.

He wants those people to watch their family members, close relatives, die miserably in front of him.

If he wanted those people, his life would be worse than death.

When Ling Junxing slowly stepped into the dark dungeon, his steps didn't seem heavy.

But the moment he stepped in, the old woman lying on the ground with disheveled hair suddenly trembled, and suddenly raised her head, a fright flashed in her eyes.

The murderous intent on the visitor was extremely cold and severe, as if he was the King Shura from hell, even though he just glanced at her coldly, the woman already felt as if she was being tortured indefinitely.

That gaze, as sharp and cold as a cold sharp blade, gave people the illusion that they could really kill people.

Wei Wuji hung a dim lantern on the wall, illuminating everything in this gloomy prison.

The dark prison is the place where Ancheng detains serious criminals or extremely vicious criminals.

Living deep underground, the ground and walls seep water all the year round, making it extremely cold.

The other party was an old woman, Wei Wuji did not torture her, but ordered her to be imprisoned here.

However, the night passed, but the other party could bear it, and insisted that the poisoning of the empress had nothing to do with her.

Ling Junxing lowered his eyes condescendingly, looking at the old woman with gray hair on the temples.

That gaze was like a god watching a humble ant.

"I met you. Ten years ago." The emperor's voice was calm.

The woman's body trembled, she hung her head and said nothing.

Ten years ago, the first prince Ling Chengji went to Luocheng to participate in the Four Kingdoms Alliance, and took a short rest in Ancheng.

When the guard of Ancheng escorted Ling Chengji to Luocheng, the woman knelt down and begged with tears, hoping that she could go to Luocheng with the army to pay homage to her husband and son who died in Luocheng that year with no bones left.

"I can't let my husband and son return to their hometown in life. After death, I will also go to the place where they died in battle to pay homage, so that their souls can rest in peace."

The guard of Ancheng naturally refused.

A soldier named Zhou Xin also knelt down to plead for mercy, saying that the old woman's husband and son both died on the battlefield.However, Luocheng is the land of Great Qin, so it is easy to not allow Ling people to enter the city. This time, the old lady just wanted to go to Luocheng with the army to worship the dead.

The woman cried miserably, Miss Zhong couldn't bear it, she begged the first prince, and the first prince agreed, agreeing for the woman to accompany Luo City as a servant.

This matter is but a very small episode.When the Los Angeles Incident happened, no one paid attention to the old lady.

The old woman took advantage of the chaos to follow the soldier named Zhou Xin, and returned to Ancheng, where she has remained ever since.

"Ten years ago, the poisoning symptoms of Qin Shi'an, the eldest son of Emperor Qin, were exactly the same as the empress's symptoms today. They were all written by you?"

The emperor's tone was flat, although he was asking, but the tone seemed to be stating a clear fact.

"Where is the antidote. Who ordered you to do this."

Lord Ling's gaze, which was as cold as a winter's pool, fell on the old woman, and said word by word: "Make these two points clear, and I will spare you."

The old woman shrank her body and lay on the watery ground without raising her head or opening her mouth.

"I heard that Zhou Xin, the former centurion of Ancheng, settled in Ancheng after retiring from the army due to disability. He is about the same age as your son, regards you as his mother, and will take you to Zhou's house regularly. Zhou Xin's son, call you Granny."

Ling Junxing looked indifferent, and said indifferently, "I also heard that the child fell ill and had a high fever the year before last, and you took care of it for two days and two nights."

The old woman's face changed slightly, but she just lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Ling Junxing waved his hand: "Bring it in."

The sound of iron chains rattled, and a man whose clothes were torn and covered in blood was pushed in by Jueying.

The man was wearing heavy iron shackles on his hands and feet, obviously he had been severely tortured, from head to toe, he looked like a bloody man.

His eyes fell on the woman in the corner, and there was a sudden hatred in his eyes: "Wen Shi, I, Zhou Xin, have treated you well!!! Who would have thought that you would hide so deeply that you committed the crime of killing yourself?" That’s all for the serious crime, why bother to drag my Zhou family to death without a place to bury!!!”

The woman lowered her head, and her disheveled white hair trembled invisibly.

Zhou Xin staggered forward a few steps, and the shackles dragged him to the ground.

He simply knelt and crawled forward to the woman, almost gnashing his teeth and staring at the woman hatefully, wishing to dig out a few blood holes in the woman's body with his eyes.

He snapped:

"When you wanted to stay in the military camp, who helped you go to your boss to plead for mercy; after you stayed in the military camp, who took care of you? Who took you home and honored you like a biological mother?"

"My daughter-in-law makes new clothes for you every now and then, and my son has delicious snacks and candies, so remember to keep them for you. How can our Zhou family feel sorry for you? Are you going to hurt us like this??"

As Zhou Xin talked, he couldn't help but burst into tears, "Wen, I beg you, you hand over the antidote, at least, so that my Zhou family can keep some incense, that child is only nine years old, nine years old ah!!!"

While crying, he kowtowed vigorously to Wen's, making a loud bang, and the water on the ground was splashed by him, and the splash was already stained red by the blood on his forehead.

The woman's withered hands finally trembled, she raised her head tremblingly, and glanced at Zhou Xin who was crying blood and tears, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she closed her eyes in the end and said nothing.

"What are you talking about? Why on earth did you want to kill the empress? Why did you want to kill the first prince? What good does it do you?"

Her silence angered Zhou Xin, the chains rattled and rattled, Zhou Xin nearly collapsed and crawled up to the woman, grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed hard.

He shouted almost hoarsely: "Where did you hide the antidote?? Talk, talk!!!"

The woman let him push and push, but said nothing.

"Crazy, you crazy!!!"

Zhou Xin rushed over with a ferocious face, and grabbed the woman's neck fiercely: "I killed you, I will kill you!!! Even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go!!!!"

Wei Wuji took a few steps forward and pulled Zhou Xin back.

(End of this chapter)