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At the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), the Dali Temple arrested and brought Hu's mother to justice.

Mother Hu never expected that she would come to the dark and hopeless prison again.

The iron gates were locked with heavy keys, and she was pushed into a cell deep inside. The air in the cell was very stagnant, filled with a musty, foul smell. The only bed there was moldy and so dirty that its original color was unrecognizable.

Everything around her stirred her, reminding her of the days she was imprisoned ten years ago.

Just as things are now, a sudden change shattered all her hopes. She had been living a peaceful and tranquil life, devoted to her husband and children. Her husband was the powerful Left Prime Minister, and her two sons were newly distinguished generals in the army. No woman in the capital failed to envy her. She was born into a noble family, a renowned talented woman in the capital, and had married into the prestigious Xie family. She and her husband lived in harmony, and she not only managed the family affairs exceptionally well as the matriarch, but also raised her two sons to be outstanding individuals, truly worthy of praise.

However, a single decree of treason cast all that was good into hell. The army stormed into the Xie residence, arresting all direct descendants, illegitimate children, family members, and servants, and imprisoning them in the Ministry of Justice's jail. Those who resisted were executed on the spot. That day, the Xie residence's pond was stained blood red, and a great fire raged in the sky above the Xie residence.

Men were executed, and women were forced into prostitution.

The surviving members of Xie's army rescued her and several younger members, but her husband and son could not escape death. The bloodstains on the bricks of the execution ground could not be washed away even by three months of rain.

She hated, hated so much… Clutching her husband’s head, which she had retrieved from the mass grave, she gritted her teeth until they bled. The dark days, when blood was used to create murals, were like wounds driven into her memory; each time she recalled them, the nails loosened a little, tearing at her flesh.

Every moment she wanted to kill her enemies, turn the Wang family into ruins, and make the tyrant on the throne lose his head!

Unfortunately, she made a wrong move, and she probably won't live to see that scene.

Hearing the sudden sound of light footsteps, Madam Hu didn't turn around, but couldn't help but sneer: "Heh, heh heh... Are you here to kill me? Really, an ungrateful wretch, a bastard of the imperial family!"

The man stopped in front of the prison gate. He was dressed in a scarlet official robe, and his face was not as gentle and calm as usual, but rather deep and cold.

"Of course not, Aunt, we're in the same boat."

"Ha, then why am I here?"

"Because my aunt didn't intend to cooperate with me properly, I had no choice but to resort to this tactic to get her to calmly discuss things with me."

"What would His Highness the Fifth Prince discuss with a prisoner?" Madam Hu turned and looked coldly at Zhao Yin. "Do I still have the right to discuss things with His Highness?"

"Of course there are. After all, it would take a lot of effort for me to find the batch of gold and silver that my aunt had hidden away."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hu smiled slightly: "I won't tell you where I am unless you let me out."

"My cousin knows, right?" Zhao Yin asked.

Mrs. Hu frowned sharply: "I told her about how you framed me, and she won't be deceived by you again."

"If I take my cousin to my aunt and torture her, would you say anything?" Zhao Yin asked casually, his dark eyes calm.

"You—bastard!" Mrs. Hu couldn't help but curse.

"She was your mother's only living blood relative besides you, how could you do that! How can you face your mother's spirit in heaven?!"