Wanjin Lady

"So, I don't want to think about the future. Right now, let's try to take one step at a time, see how far we can go, okay?"

"not good--"

Wei Zheng suddenly grabbed the back of her neck with such force that she couldn't break free. She fell to her knees, afraid of touching his wound. Wen Wan could only hold on to the armrest, but Wei Zheng's hot lips had already pressed down hard.

Wen Wan freed one hand to hold his neck and let him penetrate her teeth.

He kissed her fiercely and urgently, as if venting his anger.

Wen Wan felt the heat on his chest. The man's eyes were deep, like a man-eating beast. "There are rules in the army. Anyone who deserts the battlefield will be killed without mercy."

"Since you've chosen me, don't even think about retreating."

Wenwan pecked his lips, smiling like spring water, "But if you betray me——"

"Then I shall die without a burial place."

The young lady pressed the tip of her cold index finger against his soft lips. She smiled, her eyes flashing with a cold light, "You need to think it through. I am petty, vindictive, and jealous. If you betray me, I will personally send you to report to the King of Hell."

"Okay!" Wei Zheng agreed immediately, then stretched out his uninjured arm, pinched her jaw and moved closer.

The voice is sinister.

"Then explain first, what did you mean by 'try again'? Why, before me, you loved other men regardless of everything?"

Wen Wan's heart skipped a beat.

How should you answer when your current boyfriend asks you how many ex-boyfriends you have?

Wen Wan blinked and asked but no.

However, when the situation is unfavorable to you, you must not fall into the trap of self-proof. You have to shift the blame and throw the problem to the other party.

"In that case, if your aunt and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"

Wei Zheng's face froze. After thinking about it, he felt that this question was a bit... life-threatening.

He was silent.

Wen Wan was also silent.

The two of them stared at each other again.

The whole room was so quiet that one could even hear the sound of wind blowing through the trees outside.

Fortunately, Zhao Heng's hoarse voice sounded at the right time, "Madam! Madam! You are really smart. Someone actually came to break into the prison!"

As soon as Zhao Heng came in, he noticed that the atmosphere in the room was not right.

He thought about it with his clever little head, this time he called "Madam" and knocked on the door -

Why does the Marquis’s gaze give me a chill?
Wen Wan corrected him with a smile, "General Zhao, I have no status or position. How can I be your wife? Please don't ruin my reputation."

Zhao Heng: You two are so difficult to please!

I really don’t want to do this anymore!

Wei Zheng coughed softly and turned his wheelchair. When Zhao Heng looked at Wei Zheng's pale face, his heart ached.

His wise and powerful Marquis who can run and jump——

Wei Zheng knocked on the wheelchair armrest in dissatisfaction, "Tell me about the situation."

"My Lord, thank goodness my Lady..."

Zhao Heng caught a glimpse of Wen Wan's sinister gaze and quickly changed his words, "Manager Wen..." Oh no, the Marquis is unhappy again this time.

Zhao Heng wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Luckily, we transferred Mo Sufang and the others in time, leaving someone with a similar build to her in the cell to wait for them. Sure enough, a group of them broke into the prison last night, and not only were we intercepted, but we also followed the clues and arrested them all..."

Wei Zheng ruthlessly interrupted Zhao Heng's rambling, "Get to the point!"

"It just so happened that County Magistrate Tang...he recognized the mastermind behind this as his former colleague Wu Yan. Twenty years ago, this man was an aide to Princess Zhao Yingzhen. Fifteen years ago, after the chaos in Kyoto, the princess followed Prince Fu and fled, and Wu Yan also disappeared."

Wei Zheng and Wen Wan both changed color.

The person who could make Wu Yan risk his life to break the prison——

There is only one explanation: Mo Sufang is the eldest princess Zhao Yingzhen who escaped with her brother!

Wen Wan saw the veins popping up on the back of Wei Zheng's hand as he dug into the armrest. He turned the wheelchair and said, "Take me to see Mo Sufang!"

"Wait!" Wen Wan suddenly grabbed the hem of the man's clothes. Her heart was pounding, her chest heaving violently. She stared at Wei Zheng with trembling eyes, "I once saw a skeleton in the dense forest of the isolated island. This person's right arm was cut off. He was tortured during his lifetime. His fingers were deformed. He had a jade belt buckle on his waist that belonged to an official of the Chen Dynasty. Judging from his age... he should be forty years old this year..."

Wei Zheng's pupils shrank, and his fingers seemed to be embedded in the wooden handrail.

His voice trembled uncontrollably. "Where is that skeleton?"

Zhao Heng's eyelids twitched. "In the county government's autopsy room! The coroner is still investigating!"

Wei Zheng stood up suddenly, and felt a sharp pain in his knees, as if all his joints were broken.

He groaned in pain and fell weakly back into the wheelchair, his forehead instantly covered with sweat.

Wen Wan felt as if a knife had been cut into her heart. She pressed his shoulder and said, "Impatientness leads to confusion. Mo Sufang has committed too many evil deeds. The island is littered with nameless corpses. That skeleton may not be the Duke. Don't panic."

"I know."

Even so, the hand beneath the robe...couldn't stop shaking.

The group hurried to the morgue and finally found the skeleton. The coroner opened the autopsy report and said, "The deceased's bones number approximately thirty. The body is curled and the joints are misaligned, indicating that he was tortured. Both arms and legs have old injuries and the healing is twisted, indicating years of imprisonment and torture. The right arm is severed at the shoulder blade, and the broken bones are uneven, with intertwined granulations and calluses. It is likely that he was cut by a sharp blade and left untreated for a long time, causing the wound to fester."

"The dark blue color of the bones, the dried-up marrow cavity, and the loosening of the tooth roots are signs of long years of hunger and depletion of Qi and blood."

"This man suffered all kinds of torture in his lifetime, his limbs were mutilated, and his vital energy and blood were exhausted. This wasn't a one-day torture, but years of abuse!"

Wen Wan saw Wei Zheng's face turn pale, and her heart tightened. She urged the coroner, "Bring the deceased's clothes and personal belongings."

The coroner brought up the evidence, and on the tray was a fragment of clothing and a jade belt buckle.

Wei Zheng held the jade belt buckle in his hand and stared at it for a long time.

"Do you recognize this thing?"

Wei Zheng shook his head. "I was young during the Kyoto Rebellion and don't remember much. The fabric of this garment looks quite valuable, but this jade belt buckle was only worn by officials of the sixth rank and above during the Great Chen Dynasty. Perhaps... it wasn't... it wasn't my father."

At this moment, Wei Zheng could no longer tell whether he hoped that this skeleton was his father.

If so, how could my father rest in peace after suffering such humiliation and torture during his lifetime?

If not, where would my father be?

Wei Zheng placed the jade belt buckle back on the tray and turned his wheelchair. "I want to interrogate Mo Sufang."

Wen Wan ordered Zhao Heng to take people to protect the corpse, and then followed Wei Zheng in a carriage to another underground prison. The entrance and exit were all guarded by Wei Zheng's personal guards. The entrance and exit were strictly guarded, and not even a fly could fly out.

When Hou Ji came out, his hands were still stained with blood. He wiped his fingers with a handkerchief. He and County Magistrate Tang came out and happened to run into Wen Wan and her group.

"My lord, the interrogation has been conducted, and torture has been applied. Mo Sufang is a stubborn woman, and she is determined to die; I dare not use excessive torture on her." (End of Chapter)