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

Cha Heng knew at first glance that Zhu Shiyong had indeed not received any training. If it was Fu Bailuo, she would simply say that this was evidence fabricated by you!

But this cry of a liar accurately pierced Fu Bailuo's slightly fluctuating heart. She couldn't believe that Zhu Shiyong could accompany her to suffer for ten years.

She chose Zhu Shiyong because his parents died early and Zhu Shiyong was a person who lacked love. If such a person was given a little care, he would go through fire and water for her.

Sometimes, the timid one is the bravest.

Fu Bailuo chose someone who was cowardly, as evil as her, but brave enough.

Mu Jinan's mouth corners slightly raised. The first person to defeat him was himself. Zhu Shiyong had already shattered the evil and stupid self in his heart.

Fu Bailuo doesn't just think of herself in her heart, there is also Zhu Shiyong, who has lived with her for many years and may know her secret.

Although she was cautious enough, people would catch a clue after a long time.

Fu Bailuo didn't know what Cha Heng said to make Zhu Shiyong go from firmly believing to yelling. Was Zhu Shiyong now breaking down and crying because he heard that he was being plotted against?

Mu Jinan saw Fu Bailuo's face suddenly change when he heard Zhu Shiyong call him a liar. It seems that this interrogation method has some effect.

Fu Bailuo heard Zhu Shiyong’s crying stopped. What happened next?

The tunnel was quiet, with water droplets hitting the stone bricks. Sludge slowly flowed out of the gaps between the bricks, exuding a damp and cold breath.

Mu Jinan sheathed the polished Feng Feixue sword and looked down at Fu Bailuo: "I fainted and woke up in the jar. The layout there is exactly the same as your yard, with pepper and salt on the table."

"For so many years, you refused to confess. Are you waiting for me? You want to know the truth about your son's murder?!"

"Are you doubting your master? You can die for Zhong, but you can't be killed by Zhong?"

"You are no longer qualified to kill anyone, you can't kill him!"

With a "bang", the Feng Feixue sword finally hit the joint of the hilt hard.

A broken blade will not be reforged in the hands of the powerful. They will just throw it away without mercy, and perhaps even kill the person who knows his handle.

Fu Bailuo looked at this strange sword. The flower shape was peach blossom and the blade was as light as snow. She was a sharp sword in someone else's hand, holding the blade for others in the winter snow, abusing a light and thin little girl.

Her son eventually died because of her sins. The thing Fu Bailuo regretted most over the years was that she did not protect her son well.

Seeing Fu Bailuo's expression beginning to look painful, Mu Jinan flicked the scabbard with her fingertips. The sonorous and powerful sound continued to destroy Fu Bailuo's tenacity and loyalty, as well as the compassionate heart that only loved his son.

Mu Jinan knocked on the chair with his hand: "You are a dead warrior, how can you give birth to a child without the master's permission?"

"You are a death warrior. If you give birth to a child, wouldn't you have a better weak spot? Who doesn't like a chess piece that they can completely control?"

"Did you volunteer to have this child?"

"You two have been locked up in the dungeon for ten years, your faces are as black as coal. I remember that child was born handsome, with thick eyebrows and dark eyes, as white as jade in the snow. He doesn't look like the child you and Zhu Shiyong could have given birth to."

Fu Bailuo looked up at Mu Jinan. Just a little girl sitting here already had a majestic aura. The way she held the sword was very similar to that man.

Mu Jinan's eyes were rare, like the lively eyes of a deer, with a pure and bright peach blossom color. Sometimes they were cold, and sometimes they revealed the charming murderous smile of a fox in the dim night.

Fu Bailuo just looked at Mu Jinan quietly. If she had not undergone long and hard training, she would have been defeated by Mu Jinan long ago. If she wanted to compete with Mu Jinan, she could only do so when Mu Jinan was still a child.

Now she is just a useless dog with broken limbs under Mu Jinan's feet.

It turns out that being wary of Mu Jinan is reasonable, and making use of Mu Jinan is the right thing to do!

Fu Bailuo Si: "It was a big mistake not to kill such a scheming and thoughtful child who could pay attention to the details even when being beaten!"

"There are few people with natural talents in this world, but I happened to meet one. She is the Emperor Star from Heaven!"

Even though Mu Jinan was young and had suffered so much pain, he would pay special attention to the enemy's every move. Perhaps he was also born with sharpness and intelligence.

Mu Jinan didn't know what Fu Bailuo was thinking, but one thing was that he regretted not killing her for his master.

Today's situation is calculated by the person behind the scenes, and may also be out of that person's control!

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the confrontation between the loyal dog and the wise man.

Fu Bailuo turned to look at Zhu Shiyong who came out of the cell over there. She only heard Zhu Shiyong's roar just now, but did not hear how Cha Heng asked questions in a low voice.

Fu Bailuo saw that there was only regret on Zhu Shiyong's face, and a hint of sadness in his eyes that she had never seen before.

Zhu Shiyong has no energy to work and no brains to do business. He is a man without a future.

When she was planning to marry him, she never thought that Zhu Shiyong was willing to break his arm to stay with her.

Her marriage to Zhu Shiyong was a hard-earned evil love in the world. They were like the unwelcome rats and dogs in the gutter, living in a quagmire at the mercy of others.

Over the past ten years, Zhu Shiyong has been telling her to find out the truth about her child's death. She knows that Zhu Shiyong will only be kind to her.

Just like she only loved her own children, she bullied the weak Mu Jinan in the dark snowy night.

The villain expected luxury? She expected kindness, so she gave her son that name?

In Mu Jinan's view, it is nothing more than "dogs are more noble than rats".

The joke about deep love began to appear in the thunderstorm, singing the true selfish song that husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but fly away separately when disaster strikes.

Cha Heng didn't even look at Fu Bailuo. He didn't carry Zhu Shiyong, but held Zhu Shiyong, whose limbs were broken, horizontally, although he felt extremely disgusted.

Cha Heng saluted to Mu Jinan and said, "He confessed."

These three simple and powerful words were expressed without any unnecessary expression on Cha Heng's stern face.

Fu Bailuo was wondering how Cha Heng interrogated Zhu Shiyong and what evidence he used to make Zhu Shiyong believe it?

Fu Bailuo looked at Zhu Shiyong's regretful eyes. She did not say anything like "believe me" again. Saying this at this time would only make Zhu Shiyong, who had been guided, believe it without a doubt.

Mu Jinan sighed as if she was finally able to relax after a long interrogation, and closed her eyes slightly. She pinched her eyebrows with one hand and pretended to smile with belief:

"I don't want to see so much blood. Change his clothes. I'm tired tonight. I'll make him kowtow tomorrow and drive him out of Youzhou."

Cha Heng bowed: "Yes."

Fu Bailuo saw that Cha Heng was not as rude to Zhu Shiyong as before. Did Zhu Shiyong really confess?

Cha Heng took Zhu Shiyong out of the tunnel.

The moment the tunnel door closed, Fu Bailuo felt inexplicably frightened. She would be the only one to be tortured from now on, and there would be no one to accompany her when she died.