Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

"Saint!" Jiang Tiantian suddenly spoke up. "Your health is not good. It's freezing cold. How can you stand outside in the cold and listen to the words of a wild girl who appeared out of nowhere? Why not let the Dali Temple bring these two people in for interrogation? That would also help to find out the truth, right?"

Li Yaozu glanced at Jiang Tiantian meaningfully and said, "My dear, your words and actions today are quite different from before."

Wu Wencang praised, "Jiang Jijiu is not only talented, but also caring. This is truly rare. Since it's so cold outside, let's go sit in the main hall. I'd also like to ask Jiang Jijiu to send someone to bring us some hot tea."

He looked at Jiang Jingfeng again, speaking gently yet with dignity, "This person is filthy and might disturb Your Majesty. It would be better to send someone to take her to a clean room and wash her thoroughly before she comes to see Your Majesty. General Zheng, please lead your men to guard her personally. The truth of today's incident is still undetermined, so we must not let this person get into trouble."

Li Yaozu turned and walked into the main hall: "Do as the Queen wishes."

Zheng Kai took the order and led several Qianniu Guards to escort Jiang Jingfeng to the purification room.

In the main hall, Jiang Jingfeng bowed respectfully again: "Your servant Jiang Jingfeng pays homage to the Emperor."

After Jiang Jingfeng finished washing up, he changed into a white suit. He looked as handsome as a scholar, but his figure was too thin, and every bone and vein on his neck were clearly visible.

She took a deep breath in her heart. She had already spoken out the words she was going to say next over and over again in her heart, tearfully.

"Your servant, Jiang Jingfeng, is the son of Jiang Tiantian, the current Imperial College's Chief Academician. I am seventeen years old."

"I'm not boasting, but I could read at the age of five, compose poetry at the age of seven, and read historical texts and understand the principles at the age of nine..."

That year, Jiang Jingfeng was ten years old.

I only remember that when I woke up, I was locked in a room without sunlight.

She had been afraid of the dark since she was a child, and was even more terrified at this moment. She wanted to get up from the bed, open the door and go out, but she found that her limbs were tightly bound by iron chains, and her neck was also locked tightly with a heavy iron ring.

She became even more frightened and couldn't help crying, thinking that she had fallen into the hands of a bad person.

Fortunately, the chain was not short and still gave her some space to move. She struggled to crawl to the door and pounded on the closed door desperately. The chain swung, and the sound even drowned out the sound of her pounding.

I knock again and again, but no one responds; I cry out again and again, but no one saves me.

The crying gradually turned into screaming, and she screamed continuously, desperately, and at the top of her lungs!

Helpless, scared, just hoping someone can hear her voice!

Until his throat dried up and his voice disappeared, his fists continued to mechanically pound on the door, his knuckles bloodied and his movements becoming slower and lighter...

The long period of crying exhausted the young girl's strength. She did not return to the bed, but just collapsed on the ground, with the dark roof above her head.

Here, she lost the day, the night, and time.

She was hungry and thirsty, but there was neither water nor food in sight...

Jiang Jingfeng's story came to an abrupt end. She raised her head and looked directly at the Emperor. She slowly rolled up her sleeves, revealing her scarred wrists. Her tone was surprisingly calm: "As long as anyone wants to survive, even in desperate situations, there is hope."

The wrist was covered with bruises and purples, with marks of varying depths, new wounds overlapping old ones, a shocking sight.

The purulent and infected wound had been bandaged just now, but the exposed scar alone was enough to make everyone present frown, and they all looked at Jiang's father and son.

Jiang's father and son's faces were already extremely ugly when they listened to Jiang Jingfeng's accusations. Now they were being stared at so blatantly by everyone, making them even more uneasy and very uncomfortable.

Jiang Tiantian opened her mouth to defend herself: "Your Majesty, I have something to say..."

But the emperor no longer looked at him, so Jiang Tiantian reluctantly swallowed back all the words in her heart, and just glared at Jiang Jingfeng who was kneeling on the ground, wishing she could eat him alive.

Jiang Jingfeng naturally felt Jiang Tiantian's gaze, but her expression did not change, and she was not moved at all. She just continued to tell the story of the past seven years.

The house was not dilapidated, but it had not been repaired for a long time. The ground was covered with bare soil and no blue bricks were laid.

Thus, the moist soil became Jiang Jingfeng's source of water and also the thing on which Jiang Jingfeng relied for survival.

She didn't want to die like this, she believed that Ye Ye would come to save her.

She believed that as long as she was alive, she would wait for the day when Ye Ye would come to find her.

She didn't know how much time had passed. Just as her consciousness was becoming blurred, she suddenly heard the door creak and slowly open.

She struggled to prop up her weak body, her eyelashes already stuck with dirt, and she opened her eyes with difficulty.

The light is the shape of the door frame, and the people are the black shadows.

Her first reaction was fear. She shrank back involuntarily and rubbed her eyes hard. The stinging pain in her eyes made her see the person clearly.

That was not a black robe, but a purple robe, exactly what she had been longing for day and night!

She was so hungry that she had no strength left, but she still used up the last bit of her strength and crawled to Jiang Tiantian's feet using her hands and feet.

"Yeah, are you here to save Jingfeng? Jingfeng has finally waited for Yeye."

Her voice was so hoarse that it was hard to hear what she was saying. Her throat was filled with pus and blood from the inflammation, which was extremely unpleasant to hear.

She looked up at Jiang Tiantian, watched him squat down, and felt his rough fingertips brushing against her cheek.

He asked gently, "Jingfeng, are you afraid?"

Jiang Jingfeng nodded continuously, but his tears had already dried up and not even a single drop could flow.

She was scared, so scared that she couldn't be more scared. She thought she would never see Ye Ye again in this life, and she thought she would never be able to get out.

The smile on Jiang Tiantian's lips widened: "Jingfeng, do you want to live?"

Jiang Jingfeng didn't understand why Ye Ye asked such a question, but she nodded obediently, raised her wrists that were bound by chains to show Ye Ye, and pointed to the iron ring on her neck, making a pulling motion to break free.

"If you want to survive and have food to eat and water to drink, Jingfeng must listen to Yeye's words," Jiang Tiantian patted Jiang Jingfeng's face. "From now on, you must write poems and books in this room every day, and sign your brother's name, okay?"

Although Jiang Tiantian spoke with a smile, her words made Jiang Jingfeng shudder.

What does Ye Ye mean by this?

Could it be that the person who imprisoned me here was Ye Ye?

Did he treat her like this just to get her to write for his brother?

Is this really her Aye?

Jiang Jingfeng simply couldn't accept this fact, and naturally was unwilling to write for Jiang Tangtang. When she refused, Jiang Tiantian continued to threaten her with cutting off her food supply.