Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1876

Song Yuanjiu looked up in astonishment, a glint of disbelief flashing across his dim eyes. "The Emperor's meaning is that my son..."

"I don't mean it!" Xiao Yunde was angry at him for not fighting back and didn't give him a good look, "Tell the truth quickly!"

......

In the cold prison cell of Gongcheng.

Jiang Zhongxin was hung on the rack by iron chains, black blood constantly oozing from his mouth and nose, and his whole body was convulsing like a dying fish.

The specially made medicine powder was burning in his blood. The poison would not be fatal, but it made every inch of his flesh feel as if it was being gnawed by poisonous ants. Thousands of red-hot steel needles were piercing his heart along his meridians.

"Please... please..." He squeezed out a few breaths from his broken throat, and saliva mixed with blood dripped to the ground, forming a small pool of dirt on the blue bricks.

He asked for death, but was denied.

Just like the girls he had brought back, they only wanted to die. But if he didn't let them die, they couldn't die, and could only live in humiliation.

Now, he was the same. This was the third time he was given the powder.

Qiu Zhiyan watched coldly, playing with the white porcelain medicine bottle, the bottle reflecting the flickering firelight, "Don't worry, General Jiang, there is still a lot of this medicine powder. From now on, you can eat three meals a day and be full every time."

"Ah..." A desperate scream echoed through the cage. The chains rattled as Jiang Zhongxin struggled, and his wrist bones had already been worn white.

The torches on the wall cast his shadow into a twisted monster. He was dying and didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue to commit suicide.

Suddenly, there was a sound of rings and bracelets outside the prison door.

Princess Haiyan has arrived.

She was wearing a black fox cloak, and the circle of snow-white fur on her collar glowed coldly in the dark prison, as if bringing in the wind and snow outside.

Her coat revealed a moon-white brocade skirt, the hem of which was embroidered with fine ice cracks in silver thread, creating frost-like ripples with every step she took.

The cell was filled with a pungent stench, with the smell of blood mixed with the sour smell of feces and urine swirling in the air.

Shi Anxia didn't even frown as he walked in slowly, stepping on the filth on the ground, as if he was walking on the jade steps in the back garden instead of the damp bricks of a prison.

She stopped just three inches away from the pool of blood, sat on the shabby chair that Bei Hui brought in, and admired Jiang Zhongxin's miserable condition as if she were appreciating flowers.

"You deserve to die." This was Shi Anxia's first sentence. His voice was very faint, as if he was commenting on a withering crabapple.

The second sentence was, "I heard you wanted to see me."

After Jiang Zhongxin was imprisoned, he kept asking to see Princess Haiyan.

She hadn't originally planned to meet him.

He embezzled relief grain and used it to earn money on the black market; he imprisoned girls from decent families and used them as prostitutes for pleasure; he colluded with officials of the imperial court and formed a clique for personal gain. In addition, there were many other charges, all of which were serious crimes punishable by lingchi, and the Ministry of Justice would deal with them according to the law.

A dying person is not worthy of the princess's carriage.

But this was not the main reason. The most important thing was that Jiang Zhongxin made her very embarrassed. It was not because of those girls who looked like her, but because Jiang Zhongxin had deceived her in her previous life, making her mistakenly believe that he was a loyal minister and a good general.

It was not until the name "Song Yuanjiu" appeared that Shi Anxia changed his mind.

Jiang Zhongxin knew this was his last chance. He panted, "Princess, I have, I have very important news, I have to report it to you..."

Shi Anxia looked at him coldly without any frown.

Jiang Zhongxin tried his best, but could only speak hoarsely, "Princess, Princess, you will definitely be interested..."