Xie Shizi's shameless daily life

Duan Jingheng frowned and put down the teacup in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Seeing how stubborn you are, I am reluctant to see you die."

Duan Jingheng looked around the cell and finally fixed his eyes on a dusty scraper placed in the corner. The scraper was stacked like a washboard. It was different from a washboard in two ways: first, its edges were all sharp blades, and second, the board was covered with tiny holes.

Upon seeing this, the officer at the side immediately stepped forward and took the scraper. Together with the people around them, they put the scraper on the prickly-headed man and pressed it hard, scraping from the shoulder to the waist.

The shrill screams seemed to break through the prison and overflow.

Amid the screams, the officer guarding the gate walked towards Duan Jingheng with gritted teeth.

"Sir, there is a man named Xie Jin outside the door who wants to see you."

Duan Jingheng paused, as if he didn't understand why Xie Jin came here to find him, but then he thought that it might be related to the poisoning of the people in Mi County, so he didn't delay any longer and got up and walked out.

Duan Jingheng walked to the prison gate and saw Xie Jin standing in front of the prison gate from a distance. He paused for a moment, then walked towards Xie Jin with a smile on his face: "Prince, how come you have time to come?"

Before he could finish his words, Duan Jingheng staggered back two steps, and the left side of his cheek quickly became red and swollen.

Duan Jingheng's smile faded: "What do you mean, my lord?"

Xie Jin rubbed the wrist of the hand that had just punched, and said nonchalantly: "My fist always doesn't obey me, and I love to hit those two-faced villains!"

After saying this, he looked at Duan Jingheng with a half-smile in his eyes: "Master Duan, are you okay?"

Duan Jingheng's eyes turned cold, but he smiled: "No problem!"

Xie Jin's expression darkened. He stared at Duan Jingheng coldly: "Master Duan, if you get close to Shu'er again in the future, my fist will still not obey me!"

The smile on Duan Jingheng's face faded: "Whether I get close to Zhao Shu or not, what does it have to do with the prince?"

Xie Jin's expression was gloomy: "I will only say what I just said once. If you get close to Shu'er again," Xie Jin's face was full of viciousness: "You, try, try!"

Duan Jingheng pursed his lips tightly and looked at him without saying a word.

Xie Jin's warning was enough. He didn't want to get entangled with Duan Jingheng anymore, so he turned and left.

After the man walked away, the officer who dared not make a sound came forward in a panic and said in a low and indignant voice: "Sir, are you okay? Sir, as long as you give the order, I will immediately take my brothers to capture this man!"

Duan Jingheng turned his head and looked at him steadily: "He is the eldest son of Duke Xian, the Xie prince who has fought on the battlefield for many years to protect the border, and he is also the infantry commander appointed by the emperor himself."

Duan Jingheng's tone was very calm, but every word he uttered was so shocking!
The officer standing by stayed where he was, and Duan Jingheng turned around and went back to the prison.

The officer stared blankly in the direction where Xie Jin left, and couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that he didn't impulsively rush forward to arrest the man, otherwise he would have become a victim of the fight between the two big men!
Duan Jingheng returned to the prison, looked at the tortured and dying man, and said calmly: "Do you want to say it?"

The prickly-haired man raised his head with difficulty and looked at him, then lowered his head again.

Duan Jingheng smiled faintly and nodded with a hint of appreciation: "It's a tough nut to crack, but I don't know how long it will last."

It was dawn when Duan Jingheng walked out of the prison. An officer beside him handed him a handkerchief. Duan Jingheng took it and wiped the blood off his hands with the handkerchief. He looked at the hazy lines in the sky and said calmly, "No matter how tough a person is, once he enters the prison under my jurisdiction, I can soften him no matter how tough he is."

The officer's heart skipped a beat when he thought of the thorny man in the prison who looked like a man no longer human. He quickly agreed with a smile, "Your Excellency is very capable. I admire you."

Duan Jingheng held the blood-stained handkerchief and handed it to the side. The officer immediately bent over and took the handkerchief with his palms facing up.

Duan Jingheng strolled towards the Duan Mansion.

Zhao Shu rested for a night and felt much more energetic when she woke up the next day.

Zhao Shu pushed open the door, put her hands on the two sachets in her arms, tilted her head to look at the yard next door, and after a while, she walked out of the yard.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Shu stood outside Xie Jin's yard. She raised her hand and knocked on the door, but after just one knock, the door was opened from the inside.

The two people inside and outside the door looked at each other, "Why did you get up so early?/Why are you here?"

The two spoke at the same time, and then fell silent at the same time. After a while, Xie Jin stepped aside to let someone in. Zhao Shu walked past him with her head down, and a faint fragrance drifted into Xie Jin's nose along with the morning cool air.

The two sat down on the stone bench in the yard, and Zhao Shu took out two sachets from her sleeve and handed them to Xie Jin sitting opposite her.

Xie Jin reached out to take it, then put the sachet in front of his nose and sniffed it, with a look of contentment and comfort on his face: "This is the smell."

Zhao Shu found it a little funny. The scent of this sachet was made by her herself and she usually used it herself. He had never used it before, but he kept saying that it was this scent, as if he had used it before.

Zhao Shu: "You've never used a sachet with this kind of smell, why are you talking about it so much?"

Xie Jin glanced at her sideways: "Although I haven't used it, I have smelled it."

Zhao Shu became even more curious. This scented sachet was made by her alone. Where did he smell it? "Where did you smell it?"

Xie Jin glanced at her and said vaguely, "On the people around him."

Zhao Shu paused and nodded: "Oh."

The first thing Duan Jingheng did after returning to his mansion and taking a bath was to look for Zhao Shu. When he arrived at her yard, the maid beside her told him that Zhao Shu had gone to the next yard. He stood in the yard for a while with a frown on his face, then walked towards the next yard.

Xie Jin inadvertently caught a glimpse of the figure at the door. He paused, then leaned towards Zhao Shu, getting close to her.

Zhao Shu was puzzled by Xie Jin's sudden approach and moved back a little uncomfortably.

Zhao Shu said awkwardly, "Why are you getting so close? Move closer."

Xie Jin nodded in agreement, but his body leaned a little towards her.

Seeing that handsome face was about to move closer to hers, Zhao Shu quickly put her hand on his shoulder to stop him from moving forward.

Xie Jin looked at her with a smile: "Why are you touching my shoulder?"

Zhao Shu looked around and said, "Don't move any further, or I'll let go of your shoulder."

Xie Jin was about to say something else, but was interrupted by a voice behind him: "Shu'er!"

Zhao Shu was stunned for a moment, then she hurriedly pushed the person in front of her away, stood up hurriedly and looked towards the door.

Xie Jin's eyes turned cold, and then he stood up with Zhao Shu, and before Zhao Shu could speak, he said, "What does Lord Duan want to talk to me about?"

Duan Jingheng looked straight at Zhao Shu without even looking at Xie Jin.

"Shu'er, I have something to tell you."

Xie Jin looked at Duan Jingheng with cold eyes, it seemed that he didn't listen to what he said at all!

Xie Jin raised his foot and stood in front of Zhao Shu, blocking Duan Jingheng's gaze: "Master Duan, it's the same if you say anything to me!"

(End of this chapter)