"Yes, I think about it even in my dreams." Madam Zhuang's hand was shaking as she held the dagger. She was so excited that she almost shed tears. "Thank you, Miss Shen, thank you very much."

When Mrs. Zhao heard Shen Li say that she would not let them die so easily, she finally realized that her daughter would not survive.

Her heart ached so much that she almost vomited blood. Fear instantly filled her chest. She opened her mouth and was about to speak when Nanny Zhuang's wrinkled face came closer.

"Madam, I didn't expect that you would have such a day, hahahaha."

As if she was afraid she might not stab well, Madam Zhuang pointed the tip of the dagger at Da Zhao's stomach. Just when Da Zhao was about to piss herself, she took the dagger away, quickly aimed it at Da Zhao's thigh, and stabbed it hard.

A piercing pain came over her and Da Zhao almost suffocated.

"My son's leg is broken. That little bitch broke it alive." When she mentioned her son, Madam Zhuang became a little crazy. She walked over to Wen Wanying, waving a dagger, and squatted there, gesturing at Wen Wanying's leg. "She had someone break his knee. How could she be so cruel? How could she be so cruel?"

puff.

The dagger was aimed at Wen Wanying's knee and stabbed into it with force.

Wen Wanying woke up from her coma again and screamed in pain, and then fainted again.

Shen Li sat there, looking at them indifferently, "Big Zhao, if I use Shen Yao to interrogate Little Zhao, she will definitely put the blame on you, do you believe it?"

Da Zhao was in so much pain that she was crying and snotting, and she was speechless looking at Shen Li.

"Actually, there's nothing to ask. I already know everything I need to know," Shen Li said. "The Wen family of Jiangnan Manufacturing has always maintained their own assassins, and the assassins you found are among them. As far as I know, you have killed several of Master Wen's concubines, but because your father was the Prime Minister and Master Wen was counting on your father for promotion, the matter was left unresolved. Since your daughter was married to the Third Prince, your Wen family has also specially sent him several assassins, right?"

Shen Li turned around and struck out with a palm, knocking Madam Zhuang unconscious.

The next words involved royal secrets, and she didn't want to implicate Nanny Zhuang.

"Mrs. Zhao, did you know that those assassins sent by the Wen family almost managed to sneak into the palace? They planned to kidnap the emperor and support the third prince to ascend the throne..."

In fact, she didn't need Da Zhao's answer. She had already found out everything. The reason she asked Da Zhao to repeat it again was just to make the emperor and the old prime minister hear it more clearly.

"You, the Wen family, were somewhat aware of the Third Prince's plan to hold the Emperor hostage, and you might have even hoped for his success. However, the Emperor was wise and prevented the Third Prince from succeeding. You then pretended your daughter had been victimized and wept before the Empress Dowager, exploiting her compassion to avoid being implicated in the Third Prince's affairs."

"Mr. Zhao, you thought that with the death squad beheaded, no one would know what the Wen family did. How is that possible? The Wen family not only sent the death squad, but also gave the Third Prince millions of taels of silver to help him succeed. They did so many things, there must be traces. Look, I found it out as soon as I investigated..."

"You, don't make random accusations," Da Zhao said, gasping for breath while enduring the pain. "It's nothing, it's nothing..."

Shen Li said disdainfully, "These are all told to me by your good sister, Xiao Zhao. How could there be no such thing? She said that the reason she hired an assassin to kill me was because of your instigation. Didn't I tell you that I threatened her with Shen Yao, and she told me everything about the Wen family? It's a pity that you haven't seen the situation clearly and are trying to scare me with the old prime minister. You are not still hoping that the old prime minister will save the Wen family, are you?"

in space.

The emperor looked coldly at the old prime minister who had been kneeling on the ground. Without saying anything, the old prime minister was so scared that he collapsed to the ground, trembling.

"I dare not, I absolutely dare not. I beg Your Majesty to understand. I deserve death for having given birth to these two evil creatures. I beg Your Majesty to punish me with the most extreme...with the most severe punishment."

The emperor lowered his eyes, took the tea handed to him by Fang Yao and took a sip, then said coldly, "The old prime minister is devoted to the public, so it is inevitable that he neglects his family's backyard."

No one dared to speak.

After a while, the emperor said again, "Marquis Guanyong, remember to draft an edict tomorrow. Wen Wanying, the daughter of the Wen family, has a deep love for the Third Prince and refuses to live alone. I hereby grant her burial with the Third Prince..."

The third prince was sentenced to death for rebellion and his name had been removed from the royal imperial register, so he naturally could not be buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Later, the Queen Mother gave orders, ordering people to find a suitable burial site at the border between Western Xinjiang and Western Qiang, and to send the body to Western Xinjiang for burial after 49 days.

The Queen Mother said, "His mother was from Western Qiang. Burying him in Western Xinjiang is, firstly, to allow him to return to Western Qiang on his mother's behalf. Secondly, it is also to remind Western Qiang that we in the Great Zhou have not forgotten that they have mixed up our bloodline. Let them make their own decisions."

The emperor ordered Wen Wanying to be executed, and from then on her soul returned to the western border.

"The Wen family, the Jiangnan textile manufacturer... their property will be confiscated and the entire family will be executed..."

The emperor continued to speak slowly, and Marquis Guanyong knelt beside him, nodding frequently.

The old prime minister didn't dare to breathe, and almost pressed his entire body to the ground. His forehead touched the ground, leaving traces of blood. His gray hair was disheveled, and he looked embarrassed and pitiful.

Shen Li did not lie to the elder Zhao, and it was indeed the younger Zhao who told her those things.

At first, Xiao Zhao refused to say anything, so Shen Li ordered someone to capture Shen Yao.

Shen Yao cursed, and Shen Li raised her hand and slapped her. Then she pulled a hairpin from Banxia's hair and slashed the pointed end against Shen Yao's face, leaving a gash deep enough to see the bone.

Shen Yao became obedient on the spot.

This was not the end. Shen Li had no intention of letting the mother and daughter go so easily. After scratching Shen Yao's face, she pointed the tip of the hairpin at Shen Yao's leg.

Little Zhao fell to her knees with a thud, "Miss, please let her go. I'll tell you everything."

Unfortunately, it was too late, Shen Li's hairpin had already pierced through.

The blood immediately dyed Shen Yao's dress red. She only had time to scream before she fainted from the pain.

Shen Li stood up, spat, and said coldly, "You fainted after just two stabs. You are so arrogant on weekdays, and I thought you were so capable. Bah."

Only then did Xiao Zhao realize that Shen Li was serious. She was afraid that Shen Li would be angry and stab her daughter again, so she begged for mercy again and again. She no longer dared to hide anything and told everything.

In order to clear herself of the charges, she even blamed Da Zhao for the accidental killing of Ding Lan.

At this time, Xiao Zhao had been tied up by Shen Li's men and was on the way to the Skeleton Manor.

In a while, Da Zhao will also be sent over.

She said she would seek justice for those wronged souls, and she would definitely seek justice.

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