Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Han Jue is actually Xiao Rui, the Third Prince of Nanjing?!

These words resonated like a thunderclap in everyone's ears. How could a prince, who should have lived a life of luxury, end up being sold like livestock in a pawnbroker's shop? The air in the dungeon seemed to freeze instantly.

"Hahaha!" Song Zhaoxing suddenly burst into a shrill laugh. He shook off the blood on his face and stared at Han Jue's ordinary face. "Just because of you, you are worthy of pretending to be the Third Prince of Nanjing?"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Everyone knows that the Third Prince of Nanjing is a man of outstanding appearance, and that he and Imperial Concubine Zhan have a deep mother-son relationship. How can a lowly slave like you compare to them? It's simply a foolish dream!"

Han Jue clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and was about to charge again. Zou Ping was quick to grab his shoulders and said, "We all trust you. We'll talk about your business later."

He turned to Song Zhaoxing, a cold glint in his eyes: "Let this mad dog spit out everything he knows first."

"Snapped!"

Xie Qingli shook his wrist, and the Liuyun Feiyue whip was like a silver snake spitting out its tongue, drawing a graceful arc in the air and hitting Song Zhaoxing's face hard.

Song Zhaoxing's laughter stopped abruptly, and his face was immediately torn as if it had been cut by a sharp blade. The pain was so severe that even his breathing stopped.

Xie Qingli retracted his whip and sat down again. "Continue to explain. What message did you convey on behalf of Concubine Zhan? Who is the contact person in Dongling?"

Song Zhaoxing was shaking with pain. "I... I don't know. Every time... someone comes to my shop to deliver a letter, and the letter is full of... incomprehensible scribbles..."

He swallowed hard, "I'm only responsible for delivering the letter from Dongling to Nanjing at the place and time they specified..."

"A secret letter with symbols written on it?" Xie Qingli frowned slightly and murmured softly. She suddenly leaned over and whispered something in Leng Shuang's ear. Leng Shuang understood, clasped her fists, and left.

Xie Qingli tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest. "Go on, how did you sneak into the Dongling Palace and become a eunuch in the Cining Palace?"

Song Zhaoxing panted, each word he uttered seemed to be exhausted. "Yes... Concubine Zhan sent someone... to send me back to Dongling. The master here... arranged for me to be sent to the cold palace. I... myself... to find a way to approach the Queen Mother..."

Xie Qingli demanded sharply, "Who is Dong Ling's master? What is his ultimate goal?"

Song Zhaoxing shook his head: "I... I was sent to the palace as soon as I returned... I have never seen the master, let alone what their 'great cause' is..."

Xie Qingli sneered, his eyes full of contempt: "Waste. You don't know anything when asked. It seems you are not as important as you think."

"You!" Song Zhaoxing's eyes widened with anger, as if he had been stabbed in a sore spot. He gritted his teeth and defended himself, "If the Queen Mother hadn't suddenly been possessed by an evil spirit and aged... causing me to be exposed early, I would definitely have become the master's left hand... right hand..."

Xie Qingli interrupted coldly: "What is your mission beside the Queen Mother?"

A hint of malice flashed in Song Zhaoxing's eyes: "Watch her, and if necessary... get rid of her according to the master's orders..."

Xie Qingli's eyes were slightly cold: "So using Han Xinlan to poison the Queen Mother was your master's order?"

Song Zhaoxing was silent for a moment, then suddenly revealed a strange smile: "No. That old witch... used to favor me so much, but suddenly became so old and ugly... I feel sick just looking at her..."

He grinned, his bloodstained mouth wide. "Anyway... she won't live long. If anything happens... we can just pin the blame on the person who cast the sorcery..."

Xie Qingli narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "Where did that Han Xin Orchid come from? Why wasn't it destroyed afterwards?"

Song Zhaoxing's eyes flashed with pride: "That was... specially sent by the master. The flowers can be used to poison, and the leaves can be used to detoxify... It is said to be a rare flower from Linyuan..."

He scoffed, "Those idiots at the Imperial Hospital couldn't even recognize it...why bother destroying it?"

Xie Qingli raised the corner of his lips in a sarcastic arc. He really didn't know whether to say that he was extremely bold or extremely stupid.

She took a deep breath, her voice suddenly turning cold. "One last question. Where is my mother's injured maid now?"

Song Zhaoxing laughed out loud when he heard this: "Maybe...he died a long time ago?" He looked at Xie Qingli mockingly, his voice full of malice: "You mother and daughter...are really ridiculous. You are just a lowly slave..."

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sound of silver whips piercing the air resounded in succession. Xie Qingli's figure flashed like a ghost, the Flowing Cloud Flying Moon Whip in his hand turning into a trail of afterimages. Song Zhaoxing's chest was instantly torn open, and blood spurted out like a fountain, forming bloody flowers on the ground.

Xie Qingli put away his whip and stood up, his eyes gleaming coldly: "Tell the truth!"

Song Zhaoxing twitched in pain, no longer daring to play tricks: "That day... when I left the palace, the master's people came looking for me... I handed... that half-dead maid... over to them. I really... don't know... where she was taken..."

Before he finished speaking, he had another violent coughing fit, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

Xie Qingli pursed his lips tightly and frowned, "Song Zhaoxing, do you have anything else to say?"

Song Zhaoxing shook his head with difficulty, his eyes full of fear.

At this moment, Leng Shuang hurried back and handed Xie Qingli a stack of yellowed letter papers. Xie Qingli took it and looked at it carefully. It was exactly the indecipherable secret letters that he had searched out from the secret compartment when he looted the Song Mansion.

She walked forward slowly and held the letters in front of Song Zhaoxing: "Are these what you sent to Concubine Zhan?"

Song Zhaoxing stared at the letter in disbelief. It was clearly the secret letter he had secretly copied and hidden in the secret compartment of his bedroom, which had been stolen that night by that bandit.

His voice trembled: "How did these...come into your hands?"

Xie Qingli's lips curled up into an innocent smile: "Of course it's in my hands. I personally went to your room to get it that night."

Song Zhaoxing was struck by lightning: "That bandit... is it you?!"

He suddenly leaped up, chains rattling. "You bitch, you hurt me... there, and made me look like this! I'm going to kill you! Ahhhh! I should have strangled you to death!"

Xie Qingli sighed softly: "Yeah, it's a pity that I didn't take your life that night."

Song Zhaoxing was so angry that he was shaking all over, and obscene words gushed out like a broken dam.

Xie Tingyu unsheathed his sword, the blade reflecting the firelight: "Li'er, it's time to send him on his way."

Xie Qingli shook her head: "His life belongs to my mother." She leaned forward and chuckled, "But I can make sure you die with understanding."

She parted her red lips, but the words that uttered were as deadly as a venomous snake: "Your sister Song Wenxiu... was poisoned to death by He herself."

Without waiting for Song Zhaoxing's response, she continued, "And your precious son Song Tianbao... has been waiting for you on the Yellow Springs Road."

Song Zhaoxing's eyes were bloodshot: "Bitch! How dare you kill my son! I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

Xie Qingli suddenly covered her lips with her hands and chuckled, "Oh, you blame the wrong person." She raised a finger and shook it gently, "It wasn't me. It was your daughter Xie Qingyao, who always dreamed of becoming the prince's consort... who personally sent him down this path."

"Bullshit!" Song Zhaoxing roared hysterically. Tianbao was the only child of the Song family. If he was really...

This thought completely destroyed him. He struggled like a mad dog, the chains digging deep into his flesh, blood gushing down the rack, but in the end, it was of no use...