Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

Zhou Lixuan gritted his teeth and let out a few muffled groans.

The face that originally had a sense of elegance now looked distorted and hideous.

However, despite receiving several lashes, he secretly felt delighted. "How could he leave any evidence for you to investigate? Ha! Since there's no evidence at all... then this Zhao Feng brought me and Old Fan in here for some other purpose?"

Thoughts were racing through my head.

Zhou Lixuan suddenly had an idea.

He raised his head and said, "May I ask, Master Zhao, whether my brother and I were brought here because the current emperor... wants to capture a certain prince..."

"Pull it down?"

"If I am not mistaken, please explain clearly."

"I am willing to be the hook for Your Majesty!"

Zhou Lixuan knew that although the Jinyiwei was a place without reason or sympathy, they always had a purpose and motive for doing something.

"Since there's no evidence against us two, and they've inexplicably captured me and Old Fan, and they're constantly saying they want to interrogate me about my relationship with some prince, it's certain they have designs on the princes of the world."

"Now that I'm in this imperial prison... dying is difficult."

"If I want to avoid implicating the Master and His Highness the Prince of Yan, offering myself as a hook to frame the vassal king... maybe I can solve the problem!"

Hearing Zhou Lixuan's words.

Zhao Feng sat in his chair and pondered for a moment. His eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Zhou Lixuan, and he said in an ambiguous tone, "You're truly a clever man. A mere businessman, yet you've managed to see through all the twists and turns in the court."

"That seems... quite reasonable."

He said a few words indifferently.

Inwardly, he was secretly surprised and thought, "This doesn't seem like the knowledge of an ordinary businessman! There's a strong possibility that these two people are up to something."

Zhou Lixuan didn't notice the mockery in Zhao Feng's eyes.

Instead, he secretly rejoiced in his heart and said, "Just give your orders, sir! I will do my best to cooperate with you!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Feng snorted coldly, glancing at the interrogators standing beside him. He scolded them harshly, "Didn't you have breakfast? You can't do the work so early in the morning? If you can't do it, there are plenty of people who can!"

Well...what you said makes sense, but I don't want to listen.

Admittedly, Zhao Feng felt that what Zhou Lixuan said made some sense, but he only had one principle in mind: to do as Zhu Yunhuan said.

"Excuse me, my lord!"

"It's my fault for being negligent."

After saying that, several people started their actions again.

Someone picked up the whip in his hand, stared at Zhou Lixuan on the rack with a cold face and a glare as sharp as a knife, and pulled the whip until it snapped.

Some people threw a few soldering irons nearby into the brazier.

Others were walking in front of a wall covered with various iron torture instruments such as chains, hooks, finger-torsion machines, etc., selecting the ones to be used in the next round.

I felt the cruel gazes and atmosphere of several interrogators.

Zhou Lixuan's heart, which had just ignited a glimmer of hope, suddenly plummeted to the bottom again. A thousand horses were galloping through his mind: "What the hell! Why is Zhao Feng not playing by the rules at all!?"

"First, there's no evidence, and second, they didn't ask me to confess anything. They just insisted that I was connected to some prince?"

"Is this... this... is this fair?"

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Zhou Lixuan was completely confused - the behavior, motives, and purpose of the Jinyiwei...none of them made sense!

And he didn't understand.

The torture instruments in the interrogation room will not stay there forever.

But in the blink of an eye, the whip soaked in salt water fell on his body with a crackling sound, bringing him extremely piercing pain.

As the whip came down one after another.

The iron in the brazier was gradually burned red. Unfortunately, although Zhou Lixuan looked like a refined and cultured man, he refused to confess even under such severe torture.

Zhao Feng frowned impatiently, as if thinking of something, and slowly said, "Zhou Lixuan, are you guys..."