The Crybaby Prince is Reborn, Where is the Prince Going?

Xiao Que'er came to the garden reluctantly to look for Zhao Wuming. No matter how hard she tried, she was still a step too late.

Because Zhao Wuming was bitten by a snake!

Good news: the snake is not poisonous; bad news: there is a poisonous snake in the garden, and it is hanging on the tree, staring at Zhao Wuming with a fierce look, as if it is looking at a prey that it is determined to catch.

The poisonous snake raised its front body, spit out its tongue, and shot towards Zhao Wuming's neck.

"Be careful!" The poisonous snake was cut in half by the dagger before it got close to Zhao Wuming.

But the snake was quite tenacious and kept shaking its head, trying to bite Zhao Wuming.

Xiao Que'er gave it another blow, sending it to the west completely, and rescued Zhao Wuming from the snake's mouth.

"Master Zhao, how nice is the garden?"

Zhao Wuming was not a child, so how could he not hear the sarcasm in her voice? He also knew that it was his actions that displeased the prince, but he would not admit to anything he had done.

With a cold snort, he thanked her reluctantly, "Thank you for saving my life. You look young, but your martial arts skills are so strong?"

Xiao Que'er was so delighted by the compliment, but she pretended not to care. She cleared her throat and puffed out her chest, "You have good eyesight. Do you think you're complimenting me? Come with me now. The prince has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Zhao Wuming: "..." Speechless, didn't you insist on throwing me into the garden? Is it me who doesn't want to go?

But he couldn't express his thoughts directly, so he said, "Please lead the way, young lady."

Xiao Que'er brought the man to Jinyou and stood in the yard, guarding him on the surface but actually eavesdropping.

"Your humble servant pays respect to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Jin Youxu patted Zhao Wuming's hand and said, "Master Zhao, please don't be so polite. Please sit down." After that, he drank his tea without any hurry.

He is not in a hurry but someone else is.

As soon as Zhao Wuming sat down, he rubbed his thighs anxiously and wanted to speak several times, but seeing that Jinyou was still drinking tea and had no intention of speaking, he refrained from speaking.

Zhao Zhener's body was right within his sight. As long as he looked up, he could see his daughter lying motionless on the cold board.

Although this daughter was born to a concubine, they had a father-daughter relationship. Now that his daughter has passed away and cannot be buried in peace, he feels bad.

Just after Jinyou added another cup of tea, Zhao Wuming could no longer hold back and questioned Jinyou.

"Your Highness, I wonder why you brought me to the palace? Even if there were other reasons for my daughter's death, it should be investigated by the Dali Temple..."

"Lord Zhao, please be patient." Jinyou put down the teacup and gently scraped the foam on the tea.

He spoke slowly, his tone unequivocal, "Miss Zhao is suspected of colluding with others to murder her husband. The Dali Temple, out of respect for the Second Prince and you, dared not bring her to justice. So, I, the Crown Prince, shamelessly accepted this task. Now that the suspect is dead, I, the Crown Prince, naturally, must investigate thoroughly."

Jinyou spoke in a neither slow nor hurried tone, and lightly hit Zhao Wuming's head until he felt dizzy.

"Your Highness! You are slandering me! Although I am not a high-ranking official, I have been brought up in a strict family. I would never do such a heinous thing as to murder my own husband!"

Zhao Wuming became increasingly emotional and burst into tears on the spot: "This is the daughter I personally raised. How could I not understand her temper? I just want my daughter to be buried in peace. What's wrong with me?" He didn't even care about the hierarchy.

"Master Zhao...Master Zhao, Master Zhao!" Jin You shouted to the still-crying Zhao Wuming, holding his forehead helplessly. "This prince has brought Madam Zhu back. She is currently being interrogated in the dungeon. If Master Zhao doesn't mind, you can come with me to the dungeon to take a look."

Zhao Wuming paused and wiped his tears with his wide sleeves.

Jinyou couldn't see his expression hidden by his sleeves. He lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

An old fox is an old fox. From observation, Zhao Wuming did not show any abnormality. On the surface, it seemed that Zhao Zhener's death was a huge blow to him, but she was just a concubine's daughter. No matter how deep his feelings for her were, he would not do this.

Unless there is any other possibility!

Jinyou felt that he had already touched the threshold of the matter, and maybe he could find some clues by going to the dungeon this time.

Zhao Wuming's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and his voice was choked with sobs. "It is a blessing for me that the prince is compassionate to me. I must also seek justice for my daughter! My daughter cannot die in such an unclear way!"

"In that case, please come in, Lord Zhao." Jinyou stood up first and walked towards the dungeon with Zhao Wuming.

In the dungeon, Mrs. Zhu said nothing at first, but after a few whips, her skin was torn and her flesh was exposed.

She had lived with Mr. Zhu for most of her life without suffering any hardship, but after Mr. Zhu's death, she had to endure all kinds of punishments.

The skin, which was already well-maintained, was now covered in blood marks from the whip and the bleeding continued.

Soon, Mrs. Zhu turned into a bloody person.

Bai Mo was in charge of the punishment, while Ji Shuxiao stood by and watched.

He was the same age as Bai Mo, only seventeen or eighteen years old, but Bai Mo's ruthlessness was beyond his reach.

Madam Zhu fainted several times. Ji Shuxiao tried to stop her, but he eventually withdrew his hand silently. Perhaps the prince had his reasons for doing so? Although he didn't understand...

When Mrs. Zhu was awakened by the cold water for the fourth time, she finally collapsed.

She screamed miserably, shouting, "I killed him! I killed him! Don't hit me, don't hit me!"

Ji Shuxiao's breath hitched, and he asked hurriedly, "Who did you kill? Who did you kill?"

Mrs. Zhu had no strength left. She hung her head and cried uncontrollably, "I killed the master... I killed the master, not her."

Everyone knows who she is referring to.

"Then tell me why you killed people and how you killed them!" Ji Shuxiao sat aside, opened the decree, took a pen and prepared to take notes.

Bai Mo glanced at him and ignored him. The guard brought some water and he washed his hands, cleaning the blood off them.

Then he sat on the other side of the chair, looking incredibly straight.

Mrs. Zhu spoke weakly. The whip was so painful.

In the past, she had always watched the butler punish the servants with a whip and had never felt how painful it was. It was not until the whip hit her body again and again that she realized the pain penetrated her heart.

She coughed twice, coughing up a little blood, and took two breaths before explaining everything.

"I pushed him when the master wasn't paying attention. I didn't expect him to hit the stone... and he died just like that..."

Ji Shuxiao wrote down every word Madam Zhu said, and as he did so, he asked, "Why did you push him? Why did you push him that morning? Was it premeditated or was it an accident?"

Mrs. Zhu suddenly raised her head and stared at the two of them fiercely, her face ferocious like a man-eating evil ghost.

"I've wanted to kill him for a long time! He deserves to die! He should have died a long time ago!"

These words seemed to be squeezed out from her throat, sharp and vicious.