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Pei Yi was concerned about the Fourth Prince's affairs, and then thought about Qianyuan Pavilion's affairs, and asked Zhang Junze: "You haven't tried the man who caused trouble at the gate of Qianyuan Pavilion yet, right?"

Zhang Junze said: "I just brought him back, and now he is locked up in the prison of the Dali Temple."

Pei Yi pushed the wheelchair towards the door and said in a nonchalant tone: "Fortunately, I have nothing to do now, so why don't I go with you to the trial."

Zhang Junze followed behind, helping Pei Yi push the wheelchair, and teased, "Are you accompanying me to interrogate the prisoner because you have nothing to do? You obviously want to interrogate that person in person because you care about the Crown Prince's Consort, right?"

Pei Yi turned his head and glanced at Zhang Junze: "Can't you see through it without saying it? When we were little, your mother always asked you to give in to us."

Zhang Junze opened the door, helped Pei Yi move the wheelchair out of the door, and said with a smile: "Look how much I take care of you, isn't that enough for you?"

After the two of them left the door, Dan Feng took the wheelchair from Zhang Junze, pushed Pei Yi and followed behind Zhang Junze, and the three of them went to the prison of Dali Temple together.

The dark and damp Dali Temple prison was filled with the pungent smell of mold and urine.

Zhang Junze found an independent interrogation room with better ventilation and had the troublemaker brought in.

As soon as the rag in the man's mouth was taken away, he saw Zhang Junze and shouted in injustice: "Sir, my wife was really poisoned to death by that lip balm! You can't wrongly accuse me of arresting the wrong person!"

Zhang Junze put on a devil's face, stared at the man and said coldly: "I think you won't cry even if you see a coffin. Come, start the torture!"

There was a chapter in which Junze's trusted officer whipped the man with a whip, and the man's chest was immediately torn and bloody. Although he was afraid of death, he was not afraid of pain. Besides, Master Luo had told him that as long as he denied it, even the prisoners in the prison could not be killed at will.

So he still refused to speak out, and kept shouting "It's unfair!" and "The Dali Temple is taking people's lives lightly!"

Zhang Junze knew that it was useless to continue beating him, as such people often had a strong ability to endure pain. He then waved his hand and asked the trusted officer who was carrying out the execution to retreat.

Pei Yi sighed and said to Zhang Junze, "It's time for the Dali Temple to change its criminal law. You're wasting time like this."

Zhang Junze raised his eyebrows and glanced at Pei Yi: "If you can do it, go ahead. I don't believe that you, who only know how to chop enemies with a sword, can be better than me in interrogating prisoners."

Pei Yi immediately said to Dan Feng: "Go outside and catch a live mouse."

There is nothing else in this prison except a lot of rats.

Dan Feng was an expert in Kung Fu. He picked up a small stone, aimed at a fat rat running around under the wall, and threw the stone. The stone hit the rat on the head, and the rat immediately became dizzy and could not run away.

Dan Feng left, picked up the fat rat and reentered the interrogation room, saying to Pei Yi happily, "Sir, it's quite fat. The food in the Dali Temple prison seems to be pretty good."

Pei Yi glared at Dan Feng and said, "I told you to do your job."

Dan Feng let out an "oh" and took out a small black porcelain bottle from his body. He carefully took out the stopper and poured the liquid in it little by little onto the mouse's tail. The flesh on the mouse's tail instantly turned into a pool of blood, leaving only a bare bone. The mouse was still alive, but Dan Feng had pressed it to the ground with his skillful force. It wanted to run away but couldn't because of the pain. Only its tail was dancing in the blood and it squeaked in pain, which sounded so miserable.

When the man saw this, his face suddenly changed and his scalp felt tingling.

Pei Yi saw the man's face change, turned the ring on his hand and sneered: "If you keep talking tough, you will be like this mouse. First the feet, then the legs, and then the stomach, chest and back. Don't worry, I will keep your internal organs first, and keep you alive, so that you can slowly watch how you turn into a skeleton--"

The word "dry bones" broke the man's psychological defenses, and he immediately screamed, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you! I'll tell you now!"

Pei Yi immediately said to Dan Feng, "Take it out, cut off its tail, apply some medicine, wrap it up and let it go. We have to treat the things that cooperate well with us."

Dan Feng said "Oh" and went out with the mouse. No one could have imagined that Dan Feng looked so well-behaved, but he was so ruthless when it came to the mouse.

The man heard the hidden meaning in Pei Yi's words and immediately said, "It was Master Luo who asked me to do this. His family is related to the Queen, so I dare not disobey."

Pei Yi asked coldly: "Who are you? What's your name? What do you usually do? Who is the dead woman? Who is the real murderer? Tell me all these from beginning to end. Don't wait for me to ask. I don't have the patience."

The man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, my name is Ma Asan. I usually collect protection fees on the streets of the East Market. The dead woman is indeed my wife. I don't know who poisoned her. It happened that Mr. Luo asked me to cause some trouble for Qianyuan Pavilion's shop, the bigger the better. So I took my wife to blackmail them.

But it was really Master Luo who asked me to do these things. He also gave me 100 taels of silver, which he hid in the chimney of my stove. He also promised me that he would give me another 100 taels of silver after the task was completed. "

Pei Yi turned around and looked at Zhang Junze: "Okay, you can ask your people to search his house for silver."

Zhang Junze gave Pei Yi a thumbs up, then turned to look at Ma Asan, his expression changed to a face of the king of hell: "You really don't know how your wife was poisoned? Do you need me to ask all the big and small pharmacies in Kyoto to see if anyone has bought madder recently?"

Ma Asan was completely drained of his anger at this point, and felt that everything was over. "Sir, I'll tell you! It was me who poisoned her. She knew I had won a hundred taels of silver, and she insisted on taking all the silver away, saying that she would not let me gamble and lose again, so I poisoned her. I really didn't mean to do it. Does this count as a confession? Can I get a lighter sentence? I am willing to go to jail, no matter how long it takes."

Zhang Junze said coldly, "Buying drugs and killing people is premeditated, planned, and implemented. If this is not intentional, then what is intentional?" After thinking for a while, if this person is left with no hope, he might change his confession, so he said, "As for the sentence, it depends on your attitude towards confession."

After that, he personally wrote two confessions and asked Ma Asan to sign them. Ma Asan remembered the words "attitude of confession" and cooperated by signing his name on the confession. Then he was locked up back in the cell.

Zhang Junze handed one of the confessions to Pei Yi and said, "This is what you often say, 'Winning the heart is the best'. I have learned this trick from you. This confession is a thank you to you. As for what you want to do with it, I have no right to interfere."