Transmigrating to Female Supremacy: Husbands, Don’t Be Too Outrageous

At the other end of the dark tunnel, Ji Zhen had already seen Li Yuanying, who was walking in front and looking very angry. Li Yuanying had obviously seen her too, and pointed at her from a distance, cursing:

"Ji Zhen! Do you know what time it is now? How dare you send guards to knock down my door to wake me up? You are so bold! Do you believe me..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Zhen waved his finger and instructed the guards around him:

"close the door."

The guard received the order and walked to the other side of the tunnel and pulled a joystick. There was a loud bang and a heavy iron door fell down, cutting off Li Yuanying's shouting.

The world is quiet.

Ji Zhen listened carefully, but could not hear Li Yuanying's voice at all.

"Yes, it's a good door."

Ji Zhen turned around in a good mood and smiled at the man tied to the rack. She swung the black little thing in her hand and said kindly:

"I'll give you a stick of incense to explain your grievances."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng brought a thin incense stick, moved the candle and lit it.

Ji Zhen sat comfortably on the chair that the guard brought for her, crossed her legs, and sat next to the lit incense. She fanned the incense with a small fan in her hand, and the speed at which the incense burned became visibly faster.

The man tied to the rack immediately became anxious, struggled hard and shouted:

"You told me to give me a stick of incense, why are you still fanning me?"

Ji Zhen sneered, leaned lazily in the chair, tilted her head to look at the man, and fanned her hands even more vigorously.

"I said I'd give you one stick of incense to redress your grievances, but I didn't say I wouldn't fan you. If you want to speak, please speak quickly, because time is running out."

The dungeon was hot and stuffy without even a window. The smell of burning incense intensified the stuffiness. Soon the man began to sweat on his forehead. Beads of sweat flowed down his forehead and soaked his clothes.

He was silent for a while, until the incense was almost half burned, then he gritted his teeth and said:

"I said! I, I was wronged!"

"Tell me something I don't know." Ji Zhen's eyebrows moved, and irritability began to emerge.

"Well, I'm a painter. A few days ago, a gentleman came and gave me a rough drawing and asked me to draw a good one according to it. After I finished the drawing, he would give me two hundred taels of silver. It looked like a picture with mountains, water and camps, which was not too difficult, so I drew it. Who knows what kind of defense map it is. I... Ouch!"

Before the man could finish his words, he was suddenly hit on the chest by a whip, causing him to scream in pain.

"to be honest."

Ji Zhen rolled up the whip in his hand, his eyes were cold, and his irritability increased by three points.

"Oh my god! Your Highness, I'm telling the truth! I was born and raised in Beijing and have never been to the Northwest. How can I know what the Northwest Defense Map is? If someone hadn't given me the map and asked me to think about it for a year, I wouldn't have been able to figure out what it looked like!"

The man started to throw a tantrum, calling out for his mother incoherently, but Ji Zhen sneered:

"That's true. Someone must have given you a map of the Northwest Defense. Who was it? Tell me the name."

"There are so many people coming to my shop to see my paintings every day, how can I remember their names...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, another whip came and hit the man's face, leaving a deep purple mark and making him scream in pain.

"Do you remember now?"

Ji Zhen looked at him with a smile and slowly retracted the whip.

The man was beaten so hard that he grimaced and spat out blood on the ground, but he tried to smile in a flattering way at Ji Zhen and said:

"Your Highness, I really can't remember! I just remember that when the gentleman came to give me the silver, the material of the bag that contained the silver was very luxurious, like some rare item. I asked someone to take it to the pawnshop and they said it was a gold-locked yarn."

Lock gold yarn?

Ji Zhen frowned, and immediately thought of a rumor from a few years ago, saying that the empress favored Princess Xian Yao so much that she rewarded her with five hundred pieces of gold-locked gauze that were tributed by the State of Yan.

The gold-lock gauze looked extremely gorgeous like golden leaves, but it felt smooth, soft and delicate in the hand, and was very much loved by Princess Xian Yao.

She not only cut the gold-locked yarn to make dresses, but also cut it into small pieces to reward people. For a time, people in the princess's mansion in the capital all judged whether they were favored by Princess Xian Yao based on whether they received the gold-locked yarn as a reward.

This incident was even used by the censors to make an article to impeach Li Yuanying, saying that she was extravagant and wasteful, and used tributes to reward her followers for fun, which was a loss of dignity for the royal family.

The empress was naturally unhappy about this matter. After all the trouble, Li Yuanying never dared to give the lock gold yarn to others again, and even dared not wear the dress made of lock gold yarn. She kept a low profile for a long time.

Therefore, it is a good idea to use the gold-locking gauze to draw her attention back to Princess Xian Yao's mansion.

Ji Zhen laughed, rolled the whip twice, squeezed it, and said to the man seriously:

"You mean to say that someone from Princess Xian Yao's mansion came first and gave you a rough sketch of the Northwest Defense Map and asked you to draw it. And then he took it away?"

"Your Highness the Prince is wise!" The man lowered his head, appearing very respectful.

As the two were talking, the incense was almost burning to the bottom. Ji Zhen raised her eyebrows, her smile deepened, and she said to the man:

"You mean, someone from Princess Xianyao's mansion came to you to draw a map of the northwest defense. In order to prevent you from not recognizing who he was, he specially used the tribute bestowed by the emperor as a bundle and wrapped it with silver to give to you. Is that right?"

"Uh......"

The man was speechless for a moment, and Ji Zhen waited for a while. When the incense burned out, Ji Zhen's patience finally ran out. He raised the whip in his hand and lashed at him:

"Do you think he's stupid, or do you think I'm stupid? You're very brave to say something like that to fool me."

He was whipped three times in a row, two on his shoulders and one on his lips. The force was so strong that blood came out of each whip and the man was speechless.

"I, I've already said it, that person asked me to do it! I know nothing at all! If you want to find evidence, you have to find that person to question. Now that you are a prince, you have used lynching on innocent people. I will file a complaint with the emperor."

The man who was whipped by Ji Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood and trembled as he spoke loudly. Ji Zhen raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and lifted his chin with the handle of the whip, and asked:

"Why, are you so sure that I can't find that person to confront you? Or are you sure that person is dead?"

The man suddenly shuddered at Ji Zhen's voice. He raised his head and looked at Ji Zhen, shaking his head desperately to deny it:

"No! No! I didn't say anything!"

"Hmph!" Ji Zhen raised his hand and ordered, "Open the door and take the prisoner out."