Cold-faced Empress

And soon, the Emperor will find out why Mo Canglan did this.

Mo Canglan's interrogation method was extremely simple. Without saying a word, he first ordered the guards to cut off one of the fingers of the palace maid who had drugged him!

The guard swiftly brought down his knife.

"what!"

One of her fingers was chopped off at the root. The palace maid who had drugged her lay on the ground, her face bruised and swollen, convulsing like a fish out of water. Blood gushed from her hand, and she screamed in agony.

The palace was filled not only with the screams of the palace maids who had drugged her, but also with the horrified cries of countless young women. This bloody scene unfolded without warning, chilling countless fragile hearts.

Yunzhi was so frightened that all color drained from her face. She threw herself into Fu Siying's arms, trembling uncontrollably.

Today is the Qixi Festival, a grand banquet is being held in the palace! How dare Prince Mu do such a thing!

Fu Siying stared intently at Mo Canglan, unable to look away. Her eyes blazed with anger, a mixture of satisfaction and jealousy towards Mo Canglan's actions.

If she wielded power like Mo Canglan and dared to shout and kill in front of the emperor, she would be just as domineering and decisive!

At King Mu's command, the drugged palace maid's fingers disappeared, along with the entire night's commotion. No matter how brightly lit the hall was, it instantly transformed into a chilling, desolate hellscape.

Mo Canglan remained expressionless, his voice as colorless as his expression, uttering only three words: "Tell the truth."

The screaming palace maid was terrified. She cowered and kowtowed, begging for mercy and crying out, "It was Aunt Hui who told me to do this! Prince Mu, spare my life!"

Who is Aunt Hui?

Soon, Aunt Hui, who was in charge of the palace maids, was brought to the palace. Aunt Hui, who was a bit old, was obviously good at making excuses, but Mo Canglan was still too lazy to waste time. Before interrogating Aunt Hui, he chopped off her fingers.

"what!"

Another piercing scream echoed through the hall.

But Aunt Hui remained defiant, insisting that the palace maid had slandered her. After all, if a palace maid couldn't withstand the torture, she could accuse someone as insignificant as Aunt Hui, but if Aunt Hui couldn't withstand the torture and wanted to accuse someone, that would be... well...

With a loud "bang!", the guard drew his knife and cleanly severed the remaining four fingers of Aunt Hui's hand! Only one palm remained of her hand!

"Ah! Ah!" Aunt Hui, who was in charge, rolled her eyes in pain and fainted, only to be woken up by a glass of ice-cold wine.

"It was Nianying!" Aunt Hui cried out hoarsely as she regained consciousness, "It was the palace maid Nianying who ordered me to do it!"

With this bite, the palace maid beside Consort De was immediately identified.

Unexpectedly, she was implicated so quickly. The Empress Dowager, sitting high above, turned pale and her breathing became unsteady. When she met Mo Canglan's cold eyes, she suddenly trembled and knocked over the wine glass on the table.

The Emperor frowned and looked at Consort De: "Consort De, do you have a palace maid named Nianying by your side?"

"Your Majesty, I know nothing!" Consort De looked at the Emperor in shock. "Your Majesty, I truly know nothing!"

However, this is not something that Consort De can simply respond to by saying she doesn't know.

The palace maid named Nianying was quickly found and brought in. Before she could even kneel down, she trembled like a leaf and wept bitterly.

The rapid progress delighted Fu Siying. The Consort De's pale, panicked face was her greatest joy tonight.

Mo Canglan was least afraid of being talked about because he loved to use torture during interrogations. This enhanced his reputation and status, and also served as a deterrent to the entire Da Chang. Asking him to interrogate a mere palace maid was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Therefore, he wouldn't allow this interrogation to become a troublesome affair requiring days of investigation.

Only a swift knife can cut through the mess.

Palace maids, accustomed to the petty squabbles and power struggles among women, rarely encountered such brutal and cruel punishment. In an instant, no one could hold on; like a string of beads, once one bead fell, the whole string collapsed.