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

Mu Jinan slashed vigorously on the ground, which was only paved with a few blue bricks. The sound of the knife was like the roar of a tiger in a deep valley, reverberating in the minds of the death-fearing humans:

"After I killed your son, he showed up. He said that the small amount of drugs in the Tusu wine would not make you suspicious and would also make you sleep until the next day. Whether you live or die, you have received the death warrant!"

"A fish that is not even a dog will not be on the chopping block! There are also high and low ranking dead soldiers. Low-level hounds are all abandoned children standing outside the gates of power!"

Xie Chibei told Mu Jinan these words after she went to Prince Jin's Mansion to interrogate the thief who possessed the ring. It seemed that Xie Chibei was just being merciful and warning her at that time, as he told her not to follow the thief to her death.

Mu Jinan thought so too. She could not take any risks and could only lead the assassin to the palace.

Sure enough, Zezhou discovered that there were dozens of people waiting to ambush Mu Jinan.

It turned out that Xie Chibei prepared the real dogfish Fu Bailuo for her!

When Fu Bailuo heard Mu Jinan's mocking and laughing voice as he was about to kill her son, her dark pupils showed a hint of anger and a strand of hair moved in front of her face.

Mu Jinan saw that Fu Bailuo's expression was finally changing. She pointed at Cha Heng:

"Take him to another cell for interrogation. As long as he is willing to confess, he won't have to be whipped with Fu Bailuo again. I can let him go, but he has to kowtow to me 100 times!"

"It must be the mother who gave birth to the son, but I can't say for sure about the father!"

"A dead soldier won't kill his son, but I can't say for sure about your husband!"

"Fu Bailuo, after you complete the mission, you want to kill this useless man!"

Zhu Shiyong's face was a little surprised. What did he mean by that? Was Mu Jinan saying that Guiren was not his biological son?

They have been married for many years, and Fu Bailuo always has the upper hand over him in everything. When he can't earn enough to make a living, the huge Fu Bailuo will beat him, but he has never blamed Fu Bailuo.

The reason why he accompanied Fu Bailuo to suffer together was because he wanted to avenge his son, but now listening to Mu Jinan's words, Zhu Shiyong couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Fu Bailuo looked at Zhu Shiyong from the side: "That's your son, don't fall into his trap!"

Mu Jinan looked at Zhu Shiyong's doubtful eyes, and she patted Fu Bailuo's cheek with the blade of her sword: "Whoever of you confesses useful information, I will spare one of you! But you have to kowtow!"

Zhu Shiyong was recalling his son's face, which had long been blurred. Did the child look like him? If not, then did he look like Fu Bailuo?

Fu Bailuo saw Zhu Shiyong in a daze, as if he was thinking about something seriously. She was worried that Zhu Shiyong had fallen into Mu Jinan's trap, so she was about to say, "No..."

Mu Jinan gave a look and Spy Shadow and Cha Heng immediately stuffed coarse cloth into their mouths.

There was a real fear on Fu Bailuo's vigilant face. She knew that Zhu Shiyong had deep feelings for her, but if Zhu Shiyong believed this sentence, he might betray her.

Mu Jinan leaned close to Cha Heng's ear and said something.

Fu Bailuo looked at Zhu Shiyong. She didn't shake her head or nod or show any threat. She just focused her gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Mu Jinan kept staring at Fu Bailuo's face while talking to Cha Heng. She noticed that Fu Bailuo was not as calm as before, and Zhu Shiyong also had a puzzled look on his face.

Once suspicion arises, both sides will keep speculating, and yes, they will be able to imagine clues and conspiracies.

Afterwards, Cha Heng took Zhu Shiyong to the small cell at the other end of the tunnel, which could only accommodate three or four people.

Fu Bailuo raised her eyes and looked into Mu Jinan's gradually deepening eyes. She wanted to see Mu Jinan who had just stepped on her head. People like him were reckless and easy to deal with.

But now after talking for a long time, Mu Jinan, who should have been impatient, began to become smart.

This made her start to think with some effort about the large amount of information Mu Jinan said at once. Which sentence was a firm statement, which was a test? Which sentence would cause Zhu Shiyong to make groundless guesses?

Her heart began to beat fast.

Water droplets dripped from the stone wall and fell on the trusting skin, which was covered with scars from severe injuries that had long been shattered. Over time, the cold water droplets would slowly seep into her blood, pulling out a dense web of fear in her troubled heart, and first entangle herself.

This little girl really should not be underestimated!

Fu Bailuo's back, tied to the wooden stake, moved slightly.

Mu Jinan watched Fu Bailuo's subtle movements. Whether it was Zhu Shiyong or Fu Bailuo, she didn't want them to kowtow.

Mu Jinan continued to scratch the floor tiles with a knife.

"hiss……"

She blew on the blood-stained dagger, and the dark passage emitted an eerie feeling that sang in unison with the sword.

Mu Jinan sat lazily on the chair. She lifted Fu Bailuo's face with one foot and turned it left and right:

"What they want is for the Emperor Star who stirs up the world to be tamed. It would be better if you died. I won't be able to find you in the future! They are no longer a threat!"

"Fifty dollars, fifty-one dollars, well, how many dollars are left?"

Fu Bailuo's chin felt a little cold as it rested on the sword blade. She had been staying in the dungeon for many years, and the cold had already invaded her body.

The only trace of air in the tunnel that could keep a person alive condensed into water droplets on the stone wall. The water droplets slid down from the impenetrable stone wall and dripped into the moist and loose soil. A bone-piercing chill came from the underworld that was dripped through.

The blunt knife that killed her son was pulling her down, one cut after another, cutting her loving mother's heart as well as her son's filial piety.

Mu Jinan had a faint smile on her lips, and the flowing air suddenly became silent as she laughed, "Can you count how many wounds your son has?"

"Oh, they are so rotten that you can't even count them. And now that you've been caught, you won't have time to count them either. Hahaha."

"I can tell you that the man stabbed me a dozen more times, a total of 120 times."

Fu Bailuo's lips moved, and he cursed in a hoarse voice, "Little thing, I should have killed you back then!"

Seeing that Fu Bailuo's quiet pupils began to ripple, Mu Jinan continued to smile and said, "Then do you know where your son is buried? He was eaten by wild dogs!"

After Fu Bailuo woke up, she saw her dead son and was taken to the dungeon by the guards. She wondered if anyone would collect her son's body or bury him.

Her thoughts, which had been speculating on this matter for many years, gradually fell into Mu Jinan's guidance.

Fu Bailuo wondered, was her son really stabbed more than a hundred times? Was his body eaten by wild dogs?

Mu Jinan looked coldly at Fu Bailuo who was beginning to panic and resent. A villain like Fu Bailuo only cared about his own son and would only be cruel to other people's children.

It's vicious false mercy!

From the cell at the other end of the tunnel, Zhu Shiyong's roar could be heard from time to time: "This is impossible, he is my son!"

Cha Heng did not ask any other questions, but just repeated this sentence to Zhu Shiyong a hundred times, proving from all aspects that the child was not Zhu Shiyong's son.

Zhu Shiyong began to curse desperately: "You are the one who stole men! You are the one who gave birth to a son with your old master! Nonsense! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"