Seeing Ning Huaizhao coming down, the two of them began to beg for mercy: "Your Majesty, please spare your life, Your Majesty, we really don't know the identity of the little princess. Someone gave us money to go to that boat painting."

Ning Huaizhao was so noisy by them that he couldn't help but frown. He looked up and both of them fell silent. No one dared to look directly into those lake-blue eyes.

Ning Huaizhao raised his feet and sat on a chair not far away. The light was dim and his face could not be clearly illuminated. It was immersed in shadow. It was really scary to look at it.

"Tell me, who ordered you?"

Ning Huaizhao leaned lazily on the chair, lowered his eyes, and brushed the jade pendant around his waist with his thumb.

"Your Majesty, our brothers are just gangsters on the street. A woman found us. She took a bag of silver and said that someone had stolen their lady's sweetheart. She asked us to teach her a lesson, and there would be benefits later."

"Yes, yes, your lord, it is clear that we were really deceived by others, thinking that she was a slutty woman."

Ning Huaizhao raised his eyes fiercely, with layers of ice walls erected in his eyes, and a fierce murderous intention arose in his eyes.

He casually picked up the arrow next to him. He didn't even use the bow and arrow. It seemed like he was just throwing it casually, but the arrow actually pierced the man's palm.

Suddenly, screams started, which sounded particularly miserable and terrifying in the dungeon.

When another person saw this scene, his face was full of fear, and his facial features were a little distorted. He started begging for mercy again, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty, please spare my life... I am just greedy for money for a while. I will definitely change my ways. I hope...

The prince can give me a chance..."

Ning Huaizhao chuckled softly, his eyes falling on the man. Although his voice was slow, it made people get goosebumps inexplicably.

"Tell me what that woman looks like. If you find her, maybe I can consider giving you a chance to live."

The man was startled and grimaced: "She...she is wearing a veil. We really don't know what she looks like."

"Then what use are you alive to me, huh?"

Ning Huaizhao's tone was slow, word for word, and it sounded plain and gentle, but it seemed as if every word was carrying a sword.

The two men were so frightened that their faces turned pale, as if they had been painted with white paint, and they tried hard to think of any other clues they could come up with.

The emergency situation really reminded the man of something, and he quickly said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I just remembered, that man has a red mole between his right eyebrows."

Ning Huaizhao glanced at Qiu Feng, who cupped his hands and said, "I will send someone to investigate immediately."

Watching the autumn wind go out, Ning Huaizhao stood up, with his hands behind his back, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and he looked like a jade young man shining brightly in the wind and the moon. He said in a light voice: "Let's chop it into pieces, with a thousand cuts, until you die."

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Hearing this, one of the men was so frightened that he fainted on the spot. The other man could still beg for mercy, but his voice was already out of tune: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, you promised to spare my life..."

Ning Huaizhao stopped and turned his head to take a look.

The tall and handsome man suddenly looked back, his features as picturesque as the distant mountains and rivers in splashed ink.

But in this dark dungeon, the candles flickered on and off, and the lamps made a "sizzling" sound from time to time. When they fell on his face, he looked particularly gloomy, like a Shura crawling up from the ground in the dark night.

Ning Huaizhao raised his lips, and his deep voice sounded in the dungeon in an unhurried voice: "I only said that I would give you a chance, but I did not promise to keep you alive."

"Since you asked for it, I will cut you off twice. This is the greatest favor I can give you."

After finishing speaking, Ning Huaizhao pursed his lips, his eyes were filled with coldness, and his ears were filled with the little girl's aggrieved cry.

Ignoring the cries behind him, Ning Huaizhao walked out of the dungeon.

He wanted to go to the courtyard where Chi Wanyue was, but he remembered that he had just come out of the dungeon and was contaminated by the strong murderous and bloody smell there, so he turned around and returned to his dormitory.

After bathing and changing clothes, Ning Huaizhao went to the yard where Chi Wanyue was.

Seeing him coming, the guard quickly raised his hand and said, "Your Majesty."

Ning Huaizhao glanced at the room. It was quiet and there was no movement.

The guard saw his gaze and said quickly: "Your Majesty, I didn't hear any sound. The princess never called anyone. I don't know if something happened. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Ning Huaizhao pursed his lips, feeling something strange. According to Chi Wanyue's temperament, if he had sorted things out, he would definitely ask him even if he didn't go to him.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Little princess."

There was silence in the room for a few seconds before Chi Wanyue's voice came out from inside, soft and sweet: "I'm fine, Azhao, don't worry."

Ning Huaizhao frowned. The voice sounded lifeless. Why was it like a flower that had been beaten by frost?

"In this case, little princess, please rest first. I will send someone to inform the old marquis."

"Okay, thank you very much, Azhao."

Ning Huaizhao frowned and wanted to say something, but considering the differences between men and women, and the fact that Chi Wanyue encountered such a disaster today, it was better to let her be alone.

"Well, rest early."

After Ning Huaizhao said this, he turned around and prepared to leave without hearing any more noise from inside.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest.

Ning Huaizhao's eyes widened, and he suddenly turned around. His tone of voice was not as calm as usual, but instead a little higher: "Chi Wanyue."

There was no sound inside. Ning Huaizhao lost his patience and pushed the door open and entered.

The light and shadow in the room swayed, and the breeze blew the curtains through the windows, like a dancer swaying her waist.

Ning Huaizhao's eyes wandered around, and there was no figure of Chi Wanyue wherever he went.

"Chi Wanyue!"

Ning Huaizhao shouted again, but there was no response. He no longer cared about the defense between men and women, raised his feet and went behind the screen.

Chi Wanyue was soaking in the tub, with her head submerged in the water. A layer of rose petals lay flat on the water, with only a hole broken by the top of her hair.

Ning Huaizhao's eyes flashed with a chill, he raised his hand and swept the clothes on the screen, wrapped Chi Wanyue and took her out of the water.

Chi Wanyue raised her eyes and saw Ning Huaizhao's sullen face: "Are you seeking death?"

Not hearing her answer, Ning Huaizhao seemed to be even angrier: "Instead of thinking too hard, it would be better to use your scimitar to cut the thief into pieces. Aren't you usually very powerful with your teeth and claws? Are you so willing to risk your life?"

Chi Wanyue looked at him without blinking, her eyes so bright that they seemed to contain the Milky Way in the sky.

She just sank into the water, just to calm down and think about who did this.

After finally being resurrected, she would not waste her life like this.

But since Ning Huaizhao misunderstood, it would be a pity not to take advantage of it.


Chapter completed!