After reading my mind, Daddy, why don't you smile?

Zhao Ying took Wei Lan away from Kunning Palace. This time she asked him to come back, not for anything else, but for Wei Ju.

After the case of the crown prince being replaced was concluded, all the people involved were dealt with, and Pei was sentenced to death, except Wei Ju.

Emperor Jianxi felt that letting him die was too easy for him, so he had his people return to him all the evil things he had done to Zhao Xi. Not only that, Emperor Jianxi also ordered people to use all 108 tortures of the Great Chu on Wei Ju.

Emperor Jianxi sent people to report to him every day, hoping to hear Wei Ju begging for mercy and expressing his regret, but Wei Ju never did so. Instead, he insisted that Zhao Xi was not the real third prince.

Wei Ju's strong willpower is truly admirable.

Emperor Jianxi certainly wouldn't believe what he said, but he was unhappy because he didn't get the response he wanted. Not only was he unhappy, but also Empress Xiaomin, Zhao Xi himself, Zhao Ying, Shangguan Shu... were all unhappy.

Seeing that Wei Ju's body was being tortured but he couldn't break his defense, the only thing he could do was to destroy his heart.

Zhao Ying came up with a good idea.

The Penal Department Prison.

The deepest one is where all the most heinous death row prisoners are imprisoned. Unlike other places, this one is cramped and dark, with a narrow passage that can only accommodate one person. The upper beam is low, so a normal person has to bend over to pass through.

If there were no lights inside, it would be pitch dark and you wouldn't be able to see anything.

There are no windows or vents, so it's stuffy and smelly. In summer, it would be like hell on earth.

Looking at this world from afar, Zhao Ying felt suffocated. He stood at the door and hesitated for a long time before bending down and walking in.

It was already hot here, and Wei Lan was still wearing a mink coat. Seeing this, he couldn't help but take it off, leaving only a grass skirt. The jailers looked at him, trying not to laugh but not daring to say anything.

When they arrived at Wei Ju's cell, the leading jailer held a lamp and said respectfully, "Your Highness, Uncle Wei, we are here."

It was called a prison cell, but when Zhao Ying looked carefully, it was actually just a small cage. Not only was it dirty and messy, but the space was also so small that there was not even a place to lie down.

Wei Ju was sitting there with disheveled hair and closed eyes. When he felt the light, his eyelids moved.

Zhao Ying winked at Wei Lan, and Wei Lan stepped forward, but Zhao Ying retreated into the dark and hid.

"Big brother?"

Wei Ju raised his eyes, and the moment he saw Wei Lan, he smiled evilly, "Wei Zhen asked you to be a lobbyist? Go back and tell her that the real Third Prince is dead, and she will never be able to reunite with her son in her lifetime!"

Wei Lan frowned and shook his head, "It wasn't my second sister who asked me to come here, it was me who heard about this and wanted to come and see you..."

Wei Ju looked up in disdain and laughed twice, "Why are you pretending to be a good person? You are all birds of a feather. If you hadn't stopped me, how could I have lost Zhen'er?"

"Zhen'er can't be resurrected, and I won't be greedy for life. Tell Zhao Rui that if you have the guts, torture me, kill me, and see if I'm afraid or not, and see if I will beg for mercy, even a single word!"

"So what if he captures me? The rice is already cooked, hahahahahahahaha. I have tortured him and Wei Zhen's precious son to death. He wants to retaliate and make me suffer the pain of that little bastard. But I won't do as he wishes!"

Wei Ju's eyes became brighter and brighter in the darkness, as if he was crazy. He was obviously covered in wounds and looked extremely miserable, but he insisted on pretending to be indifferent, which made people feel really... hateful!

Wei Lan stared at him in silence.

He instantly understood why everyone was mad. All the punishments against Wei Ju, who was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, were like punching cotton, not hurting at all. How could they relieve his hatred?

No one in the Zhao family is a good person. How can they sleep well after suffering such a great loss and not getting rid of their hatred?

He glanced at Zhao Ying in the dark and found that she sneered. Was she so hateful for Zhao Xi?

Wei Lan couldn't guess what Zhao Ying was thinking for a moment, but he had a vague expectation of what Zhao Ying asked him to do and say.

Looking forward to Wei Ju’s reaction after hearing this.

Wei Ju's laughter became more and more wild. He was a very cunning man who understood people's hearts very well. He knew exactly what kind of behavior would drive people crazy.

When he first joined the army, he was surrounded and his entire army was wiped out. He was the only one who came back and was promoted. That was because he deliberately leaked the plan to the enemy. How could a victory and everyone survived show his bravery and fearlessness?

He was the one who saw the enemy's spy poisoning the military camp, but that person was not a spy at all and he did not poison the camp. He was the one who framed him on purpose.

As for later, when his political enemies framed him, he not only did not bear a grudge, but also rescued his enemies when they were in danger. This was because he knew the enemy's trap in advance and did not tell anyone. Instead, he lured his enemies into it and then rescued them, like a god descending from the sky.

He has always been scheming. For example, now, even though he is behind bars, he still has to lie to make people angry. "The third prince really looks like Zhao Rui and Wei Zhen. When he died..."

Suddenly, a faint sigh was heard outside the cell door.

Wei Ju paused, and then heard Wei Lan calmly say, "Brother, why are you doing this? Just for a woman, your father committed suicide because of you, the entire Wei family was confiscated and exiled, one of your children died and the other ran away, your brother and sister turned against each other, and you are locked up here all day... You had a bright future."

"What do you know?" Wei Ju's voice was cold and mocking. "I don't want these worldly things you mentioned. I just want to spend my life with Zhen'er, but each of you wants to stop me. What have I done wrong? What have Zhen'er done wrong?"

"We stopped you because..."

Wei Ju interrupted him and sneered, "You won't say those stupid words again, that she is not worthy of me and she has evil intentions? I know Zhen'er better than you! Zhen'er just blocked Wei Zhen's way, so Wei Zhen can't tolerate her! You accused me of not caring about the relationship between brother and sister, but did Wei Zhen care about it?"

"If I hadn't saved her life, she would have died long ago. Her life was originally mine. My Zhen'er wants it, so what if I give it to her? It's obvious that she, Wei Zhen, is repaying her with hatred!"

Wei Lan's chest swelled and trembled with excitement. He said angrily, "Brother! Do you really think there is such a person as Wei Zhen?!"

Wei Ju suddenly lost his voice, and in the dim space, even his heavy breathing became shallow.

Wei Lan said with great sorrow, "Why did we stop you? Why did Wei Zhen always dress and behave like my second sister? Why did you fail when you tried to change souls? Why did Wei Zhen die all these years, as if she disappeared out of thin air?"

"That's because from the beginning to the end, Wei Zhen was a person you imagined!"

"Father never adopted a adopted daughter!"

In one sentence, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Wei Ju shook his head in disbelief, "No, you're talking nonsense!"

He stood up suddenly, stepped forward and grabbed the railing, shaking it, and growling, "You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense!"

"When your hysteria got worse, your father had no choice but to send you to the military camp. The things about changing souls and jumping into the well were all your imagination. There is no such person as Wei Zhen in this world!"