Deep inside a private residence, there was a dark and enclosed room without any windows, making it hard to tell whether it was day or night. The cramped, claustrophobic space could push any sane person into a nervous breakdown, given enough time.
There was an interrogation room set up right outside this enclosed space. He Changdi was seated at the head of the room, wearing a cold expression. He waved his hand towards Laiyue.
"Bring her out."
A moment later, Laiyue led two guards into the enclosed room and they dragged out a person who looked to be on their last breath. They threw her in front of He Changdi's feet.
That half-dead person was clad in a light green dress, her hair disheveled and her face pale and haggard. The lifeless, empty expression in her eyes made her seem more like a corpse. With that distinctively soft and slender waist, who else could it be other than Fuyan?
Fuyan remained unresponsive. She laid prone on the floor where she had been thrown, seemingly ignorant of the remnants of dried blood around her. She looked as if her soul had been taken away from her.
He Sanlang lowered his eyes. His icy gaze fell upon Fuyan. "Speak. Who ordered you to do it?"
Fuyan's whole body trembled back to life when she heard He Changdi's question.
She raised her pitifully dirty face. With dismay in her eyes, she pleaded, "Third Young Master, please! Please don't lock this servant up inside that pitch dark room. This lowly servant will confess everything. This lowly servant will tell you everything that you want to know!"
After Fuyan finished speaking, a sudden foul odour spread throughout the room. Her emotional breakdown had led to her physical incontinence...
Beside her, Laiyue immediately covered his nose in disgust.
He Changdi came out of the interrogation room fifteen minutes later.
Dressed in a black robe, he stood in the corridor with his hands clasped behind his back and stared up at the darkening night sky. His ramrod-straight back appeared even more lonely and desolate under the dim light.
Laiyue came out to join him after a few moments.
"Third Young Master, all she knows is that someone was sending her messages; she doesn't know who the sender was. She got hold of that letter during Old Marquis Dingyuan's birthday banquet. Someone had specially sent it to Third Young Madam and she just happened to be the one chosen as the messenger. However, she hid the letter and never delivered it to Third Young Madam." Laiyue reported all the details that he had found out to He Changdi.
He Changdi's lips drew up into a cold arc. Xiao Wujing was truly resourceful!
When Laiyue didn't hear any response from his master, he hesitated for a second before asking, "Fuyan is already useless to us. What should we do with her?"
He Changdi rubbed at the jade thumb ring on his left thumb. There wasn't any trace of emotion in his magnetic voice, but it still sent chills down Laiyue's spine. "Settle it."
Laiyue was stunned silent for a moment when he heard his order. He managed to shake himself awake and quickly nodded. "This servant will take care of it."
Laiyue had worked under He Changdi for many years, so he understood the meaning behind his master's two short words. Although he felt these measures were rather merciless, it was undoubtedly the best solution. Death was the only outcome for a traitor with such greedy ambition.
He Changdi nodded slightly before walking towards the outer court of the private residence. There was still someone else waiting for him. Today was the day that he would take care of all his debts!
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Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator
FantastikNot my story. For reading offline purposes. This is Book 2 Credits to: Written by: Snow Mountain Mists (雪山岚) Translated by: timebun, Premonition, Myst Edited by: renderedreversed Raws: http://www.17k.com/book/1768774.htmlation 小说作品翻译自ChineseAll中文在线...