The prince kneels every day. Has the princess forgiven him today?

Mu Yun told the truth, "General Feng didn't get any useful information from the dancer, so the prince went to interrogate her personally."

Song Xiwan's eyes were cold. "Given the determination of this dancer to take poison, her background must be extraordinary. It will be extremely difficult to pry her open."

Mu Yun replied with a bright look in his eyes, "That's what the prince thought! That's why he took action himself. The dancer wanted to commit suicide, but fortunately Miss Song's antidote saved her life and also neutralized her martial arts skills."

Song Xiwan coughed lightly, feeling a little awkward.

She really couldn't bear the praise.

Little did they know that Mu Yun truly thought Miss Song was amazing, and most of the soldiers in the army knew about Miss Song.

The doctors accompanying the army said that the poison was extremely strong and difficult to cure.

Furthermore, the prince showed concern for Miss Song and did not leave the main tent for the entire afternoon. The brothers' admiration for Song Xiwan increased a little.

Song Xiwan was completely unaware of this and asked again, "Is the dancer the spy for the Crown Prince of Cang State?"

Mu Yun nodded and explained, "Your Highness has been tracking the whereabouts of the Crown Prince of Cang Nation, but he is hiding very deeply and seems to always be able to evade our pursuit, so Your Highness came up with a trick to lure the snake out of its hole."

This plan was indeed similar to what Song Xiwan had guessed.

She smiled faintly and asked, "Can I go over and take a look?"

Mu Yun was slightly startled, scratching his head and said, "But the prince ordered me to send you back to the Song Mansion. It's getting late now, and any further delay would be dangerous."

"No problem."

Song Xiwan had already arrived, and seeing Qi Wei's news in front of him, he couldn't leave easily.

Mu Yun had no choice but to agree.

The tent where the dancers were imprisoned was quite far from here. As we walked along, we saw many soldiers patrolling and guarding. When they saw Song Xiwan, they all looked very curious.

For a moment, Song Xiwan felt like an animal being watched.

This was her first time in the military camp, and everyone seemed to know her.

Song Xiwan couldn't help herself and whispered to Mu Yun, "Why are people looking at me so strangely?"

Mu Yun answered bluntly, "Of course. We've never seen the prince get close to any woman in all these years, and yet you're still taking it so seriously. Aren't you curious?"

Song Xiwan choked.

Are you sure it’s not because she accidentally ruined the plan today?

After walking for a while, they finally arrived at the tent where the dancer was imprisoned. As they approached, they smelled a bloody smell.

Song Xiwan frowned, "Why are you so cruel?"

If someone dies, the clue will be lost.

Mu Yun curled her lips helplessly, "How could it be us? This dancer is a lunatic. Even though her kung fu skills were dissipated by Miss Song's medicine, she still stabbed herself with a knife whenever she had the strength. She only stopped after she was tied up."

So tenacious!

Song Xiwan's eyes flashed with a strange look, "What kind of secret is she carrying that makes her so eager to kill me to silence me?"

Without waiting for Mu Yun's response, Song Xiwan walked into the tent.

Surprisingly, Xie Chengqian was not there.

Instead, it was Yan Wushuang who was interrogating, playing with a red-hot iron in his hand, looking at the dancer in front of him with an indifferent expression.

"If you don't say it, then never say it again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wushuang pressed the branding iron in his hand on the dancer's shoulder.

The dancer bit her lower lip tightly, refusing to let out a cry of pain or beg for mercy, and veins and sweat appeared on her forehead.

She will never compromise!

Yan Wushuang sneered and casually put the branding iron back into the charcoal basin to heat it, while picking up the elixir and applying it to her wound.

"Of course, if you can't use your mouth, you can just write. If your hands are broken, your feet can still be used just like your body. In short, you won't die easily."

His cold voice echoed in the tent, causing people's hearts to tremble.

At this moment, Yan Wushuang was like a living devil. He used extremely cruel means without blinking an eye, and was very skilled at it.

Song Xiwan was so shocked that she stood there, staring at the scene in a daze.

It wasn't fear, but she had a feeling that she had never really understood Yan Wushuang, and that he actually had such a dark side.

In their previous lives, Yan Wushuang was mostly cynical and carefree.

Maybe this is what he looks like deep down in his heart?

The dancer refused to give in and glared at Yan Wushuang angrily, "How could I be afraid of you, an orphan who is barely surviving? You will never be able to succeed in your revenge in this lifetime. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will definitely avenge me!"

Yan Wushuang's eyes suddenly turned cold and he clenched his fists.

He knew that the dancer was deliberately provoking him so that he would kill her directly, and the words that came out of her mouth really made him hate her.

"Oh? Qi Wei will still avenge you?"

Song Xiwan came back to his senses and walked slowly inside, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

The dancer recognized her immediately and gritted her teeth, "It's you, bitch!"

Song Xiwan pretended to be displeased and tutted, "After all, I saved your life. It's fine if you're not grateful, but why are you scolding me?"

"Bah! If you hadn't been here to ruin my plans, I would have slaughtered that mad dog Xie Chengqian long ago!"

This dancer probably genuinely wanted to be killed, and her words were extremely provocative.

Unfortunately, this trick didn't work on Song Xiwan.

Song Xiwan tilted her head to look at Yan Wushuang and said softly, "Leave this to me. Go and rest over there. Don't get angry over such an ant."

Yan Wushuang froze in place.

He could hear that Song Xiwan had been there since the beginning and witnessed the entire process, including his abuse of the dancer.

A sense of helplessness flashed through Yan Wushuang's heart, and he looked at Song Xiwan nervously, afraid that she would see disgust and fear of him on her face.

Song Xiwan's expression was calm. Seeing that he didn't move, he thought that Yan Wushuang was unhappy.

She repeatedly persuaded him: "I understand women's minds better than you."

Yan Wushuang's breathing became heavier and his throat was very dry. In the end, he said nothing more and quietly stepped aside.

Forget it, I'll find a suitable time to explain it later.

The dancer stared at Song Xiwan standing in front of her, with a hint of wariness in her fierce eyes, and it was obvious that she was still afraid.

The more this happened, the more Song Xiwan smiled. One hand brushed against the dancer's delicate face, "What a pity for such a beautiful face."

The dancer's eyelids twitched, and she probably understood what Song Xiwan wanted to do.

She sneered, "I don't even want my life, do you think I still care about this skin? If you want to do it, do it quickly."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I bear to destroy it?" Song Xiwan smiled and turned to look at Mu Yun, "Take this skin off."

Mu Yun widened his eyes and almost choked on his saliva.

What the hell?

Song Xiwan smiled and explained, "Qi Wei used the prince's mask to deceive me in the past, so this naturally allows me to retaliate. This genuine leather must be more real than those made of resin."

Mu Yun finally understood what Miss Song meant, but he still felt a chill on his back.

Miss Song looks delicate and tender, and is still young, so how could she be so cruel?

The dancer was also terrified and shouted angrily, "How dare you!"