Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

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The Steward Hang was obviously very anxious and wanted to know what exactly happened in the prison of the Forbidden Palace.

As for Rong Ling, she remained silent. She did not even need to prick up her ears, she could use her Qi to strengthen her five senses and hear clearly what Liu Wei was doing in the room.

Rong Ling was even looking forward to Liu Wei giving him a daughter day and night. If she really gave birth to a daughter, then in the future, she would also become …

As a father, Rong Ling was most concerned about the education of her children.

Just when Liu Wei was thinking of ways to vent her anger, and vent out all the anger that she had endured for several months on Zhong Ziyu, Rong Ling, on the other hand, thought of a way further and further away.

He had even begun to consider whether or not he should invite the female mister to teach him well in the Prince's Mansion, especially since she might not be his daughter's child in the future.

He was now 18 years old and would be married next year. Counting the date of Liu Wei's production, and counting the days when his "daughter" would grow up to be an enlightened child when she was 5 years old, she was the right candidate for the position of a daughter of Master Su.

Steward Hang stood there and asked Rong Ling a question, but seeing that the imperial guard did not make a sound, the Steward Hang was displeased, and raised her voice: "I'm asking you, do you want to go in and take a look?"

Steward Hang's voice was too loud, Rong Ling was forced to come back to her senses.

His ice-cold gaze swept across the Steward Hang, but Rong Ling was asking, "Great Elder Su from the Han Lin Academy, do you recognize this eunuch?"

Steward Hang was stunned, after being stunned for a moment, she immediately recovered her wits and asked with a low voice: "What, the Han Lin Institution, Great Scholar Su, is there a different relationship between him and Prime Minister Liu? Could it be that the matter between the Master Liu and the Prime Minister is related to the Han Lin Institution, Great Scholar Su? "

Rong Ling did not know what the Steward Hang was talking about, but asked: "How is Great Scholar Su's character?"

In Han Lin Yuan's courtyard, Rong Ling had not interacted with him for long.

Steward Hang narrowed her eyes, her expression serious. "As expected, Great Scholar Su was implicated with prime minister?"

A cow's head doesn't fit in with a horse's mouth.

Rong Ling frowned, she did not want to ask Steward Hang anymore, she planned to ask about it herself when she gets back.

Seeing that the imperial guard did not say anything, Steward Hang only thought that she had guessed right and her expression became more serious.

It was at this moment that a miserable scream was heard from inside the room. "Ahh!"

Steward Hang felt his scalp go numb, she shivered, and when she recognized that it was not Liu Wei's voice, she knew that it was Xiang Yi's voice.

The Steward Hang began to spin around, and looked at Rong Ling again, asking for her opinion: "What is the Master Liu doing? Let's go in and take a look! "

Rong Ling did not say anything, but as Zhong Ziyu's screams grew louder and louder, he started to think again.

In the room, Liu Wei looked like she was about to die. Zhong Ziyu's current appearance, could only be described as seeking death, it was not an exaggeration to say that.

The most important thing was that Zhong Ziyu really wanted to faint.

However, Liu Wei did not let him faint. Instead, it gave Zhong Ziyu a strong will, and with this spirit, she watched herself be tortured to the point that she looked like a rag doll.

Zhong Ziyu's strength was not weak at all. After sprinkling half a bottle of Silver Scorpio powder, seeing that it was still not hot enough, Liu Wei could only sadly pick up the scalpel and prod around on Zhong Ziyu's body for a long time. She found a clean spot and stabbed at it with her blade.

Oh, this is the thigh. It's okay. If you can't cut the artery, you won't die.

That's right, after finishing the cut, there was still the other leg. Hmm, the two legs were equivalent to twenty slashes, enough time to kill half a quarter of an hour.

As Liu Wei played with it, she watched helplessly as her entire body was dyed red with blood.

Until, after an unknown amount of time had passed, he finally could not even muster up the last of his strength, and could not even make a sound. Only then, did Liu Wei's eyes lit up, and crawled up from the ground.

A jade pendant slipped out from Liu Wei's sleeves and Liu Wei casually dragged the dying Zhong Ziyu to a corner so that he could sit with his back against the wall. Then, she held the jade pendant and swung it in front of his eyes.

"It's so painful, you must be tired …"

Liu Wei's voice was intentionally softened, and his tone was soft. Each and every word landed in Zhong Ziyu's ears, passed through her ears, and changed into another kind of voice.

Zhong Ziyu felt that her brain was becoming more and more out of control.

As Liu Wei was asking a question, Zhong Ziyu didn't know what she had answered.

But Zhong Ziyu was clear that she did not even have the strength to open her mouth, so she probably did not say anything.

He probably didn't say anything.

Liu Wei looked at Zhong Ziyu with her sharp eyes, and after asking a few questions, she finally heard the other party's answer.

But Zhong Ziyu's answer was really not very creative. After thinking about it, there were only three words.

"Yue Dansheng..."

Liu Wei looked at the jade in her hand, patted her head and decided to start over.

"Are you sleepy? Are your eyelids heavy? Was he tired? If you are tired, close your eyes and rest well. Don't be afraid, don't struggle, and slowly relax yourself … "

Liu Wei said softly. When she was almost done, she asked: "Why did you want to kill Infanta Yuehai?"

Zhong Ziyu's eyes were tightly shut, her entire body was in a sorry state. Listening to Liu Wei's words, her mouth, continued to mutter those three words: "Yue … "Dan Cheng..."

Liu Wei frowned: "Are you saying that you killed Infanta Yuehai for a person called Yue Dansheng?"

Liu Wei moved closer to Zhong Ziyu's lips, and finally heard him say a different word. I... "I was wrong..."

Liu Wei felt that something was wrong. Yue Dansheng, that name sounded familiar.

Yue Dansheng, Yue Chongming.

It was as though they were the siblings.

And because he was extremely similar to Yue Chongming, he also entered this eye of desire.

Seeing that Zhong Ziyu was actually crying as she read Yue Dansheng's name, Liu Wei was silent for a moment, pulled up a chair, sat on the opposite side, and continued to ask with a bewitching voice: "Tell me, what did you do to let Yue Dansheng down …"

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