In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Broken hair and blood stuck to the woman's face. She was like a crow perched in a bloody prison, trying to occupy the phoenix's territory, but her wings were cut off in the sea of fire where the phoenix was reborn from the ashes:

"To prevent me from biting my tongue and killing myself, he had people feed me a lot of sugar every day and stuff a piece of coarse cloth in my mouth, not allowing me to swallow the sugar. After a while, all my teeth fell out."

Mu Jinan was stunned. Was Xie Chibei so smart when he was young? Did the King of Wei allow him to do these things? Would the King of Wei allow a child to hurt others?

The woman saw that there was nothing unusual on her face and it seemed that she didn't know what Xie Chibei had done.

After hearing that Mu Jinan had arrived safely in Nangong Mansion, King Wei interrogated the woman many times but found no useful information.

When King Wei died, Xie Chibei was just a child. He never let the woman leave. Even during the war, he took the woman to Qiongzhou.

The woman had never expected that she would fall into the hands of a child. Even now, one can still see the regret in her eyes for underestimating the enemy:

"For so many years, he had people whipping me every day. In order to keep me alive and in torture, he even hired a doctor to look after me."

"He really went to great lengths for you. He has already avenged you. Just kill me."

With a slap, the spy slapped the woman in the face again: "How dare you talk about something else? My master asked you your registered name, answer it!"

The woman's head was buzzing. She saw the spy wiping the blood with a handkerchief. The handkerchief was made of ordinary material, but the eagle embroidered on it was lifelike, and the eagle had only one eye.

The woman looked up at Mu Jinan and said, "My name is Fu Bailuo. Thirty years ago, I was a maidservant of Fu Suiyang, a merchant from Qiongzhou. The Fu family fell into decline, and he, the only son in three generations, died in a gambling house. Madam Fu dismissed the servants and remarried."

"I came to Sheng'an to seek refuge with my relatives, but I couldn't find them. Later, I married Zhu Shiyong in Sheng'an and gave birth to a child after many years."

Mu Jinan heard the woman's name. She saw the bloody eagle eyes in Fu Bailuo's glance and thought to herself:

"I have checked the salt merchants and wealthy businessmen in various states in the Ministry of Revenue, and I have never heard of Fu Suiyang. During the three years of war, Ziming Palace and the Ministry of Revenue lost many account books and records."

"A prisoner who has been interrogated countless times should be calm and composed. How could she glance at the handkerchief? How can I believe her one-sided story?"

Mu Jinan continued to ask Fu Bailuo: "Does the Fu family have any relatives? What's their surname?"

Fu Bailuo replied weakly: "It's been a long time, I don't remember."

Cha Heng glanced at Mu Jinan's eyes which indicated he was going to take action.

He covered Fu Bailuo's mouth with one hand and punched Fu Bailuo in the face several times. If he touched other parts of the body, he would probably kill this evil man.

"Ah, that's all I know." Fu Bailuo's lips and tongue trembled in pain. After so many years of torture, she often cried because she couldn't bear the pain. After ten years, she didn't go blind?

It was because Xie Chibei had given instructions for the assassins, and she couldn't be blind. She had to live to see with her own eyes that Mu Jinan would come back to take revenge.

Cha Heng knew how to strike with just the right amount of force, and each time she used enough force to make Fu Bailuo feel like he was living a life worse than death, yet unable to die from the pain.

For many years, Fu Bailuo's interrogator was Xie Chibei. Today, the interrogator was changed, and she also saw the little girl whom she had cruelly abused.

In addition to the physical pain, Fu Bailuo felt great fear in his heart.

She came here from Sheng'an and had to go through various states to check all her documents, but the two of them didn't arouse the suspicion of the officials?

Such a thin child actually survived, wearing a golden crown, luxurious clothes, a sword at her waist, a nine-ring white jade belt, and having loyal warriors working for her. Could it be that she has already become a duke?

Mu Jinan saw that Fu Bailuo subconsciously dodged every time Cha Heng hit him.

She was once imprisoned in an underground cage, facing little tigers and medium-sized tiger hounds. When she wanted to die, she would not hide from the beasts' attacks and dragging.

Mu Jinan lifted Fu Bailuo's chin with the sword in her hand. She looked carefully at the eyes that had been interrogated for many years and thought: "It seems that Fu Bailuo doesn't want to die after so many years. What kind of person refuses to speak when facing a ten-year sentence?"

"A dead warrior will not betray his master."

"Jin Chong has told me that Fu Bailuo said that the masked man gave her fifteen cents and threw me to Fu Bailuo."

"I have to be stupid and provoke her in a different way. Fu Bailuo might reveal some clues. After being whipped for ten years, Fu Bailuo not only survived, but was able to speak clearly. He must be a wise man with quick reactions and extraordinary physique. So I have to pretend to be deep and take advantage of her."

Mu Jinan held a small knife in her hand. She handed it to Fu Bailuo with a determined smile in her eyes:

"In the twelfth month of that year, I was begging on the street, and a man wearing a leopard mask gave me this knife. He said that if I dared to kill your son, I would pass the test, and someone would take me away."

Mu Jinan did not mention the black fox mask, nor did he mention the half-white and half-gray mask, nor did he mention the masked man.

By throwing away the answers that we all knew and adding a new clue, Fu Bailuo might feel that the person behind the scenes was cautious and be willing to believe him half a bit.

Fu Bailuo slowly recovered from the pain. She was a person who didn't care about life and death, but her son was her own and she had feelings for him.

Mu Jinan had seen that Fu Bailuo loved his son very much and he would even feed the five-year-old child. This must be the only comfort in Fu Bailuo's life.

Mu Jinan took the knife and scratched the ground again and again: "One, two, three... twenty... Do you know how many times your son 'Gougui Shuren' was stabbed? How do you think I, who was thin, hungry and seriously injured, could kill your son?"

The sharp and piercing sound was like the knife that killed the vicious dog and the sheep bones and stones that scratched every inch of his skin. These cruel sounds of killing constantly provoked Fu Bailuo.

Fu Bailuo saw his son's body with his own eyes. The child was covered in blood and there was not an inch of intact skin on his face. It was impossible to recognize his original appearance.

Fu Bailuo frowned slightly. When she heard the sound of Mu Jinan being stabbed several times, she felt not only pity for her son but also hatred. Her son was still so young and should not have suffered such a serious crime.

Mu Jinan looked at Fu Bailuo's slightly depressed eyebrows, and there was a hint of revengeful pleasure in her faintly smiling eyes:

"He is a skilled martial artist. Before the Chinese New Year, I saw him sneak into your house and tamper with the Tusu wine."

Fu Bailuo knew that she had a deep sleep that night. Her drooping eyelids did not move, and her eyeballs were the same. She was thinking:

"Tusu wine is the wine to be drunk during the Chinese New Year. She is too young to be smart enough to put drugs in the wine in advance. I keep an eye on her every day. Even if I didn't catch her, it must be someone who deliberately gave her drugs."

Seeing that Fu Bailuo looked calm, Mu Jinan thought, "Fu Bailuo was able to pretend to be calm after hearing the news of his son's death. This shows that he is well-trained. Such a soldier will keep his mouth shut in the face of any interrogation."

"Perhaps her only weakness is her son."

Mu Jinan continued to cut with the knife while speaking: "Thirty-five..."