On the same night that Lanyue and his party set out from Wujiang City, a group of masked assassins broke into the royal temple on the outskirts of the imperial city in the middle of the night and killed everyone on sight. Because the temple was guarded by imperial guards and elite battalions, they were on alert.

It was so tight that the assassins were eradicated before they penetrated deeply.

At the same time, the residence of the Minister of the Ministry of War was surrounded by a thousand people wearing Fengyang military uniforms. After several lives were lost, Yu Zuzhi was "invited" to come out and was taken to the Prison of the Ministry of Punishment.

In the interrogation room of the Penal Department Prison, the cross that Fengling had tied was now replaced by a different person, it was Yu Zuzhi.

The clothes were stained with blood and were in a mess.

Even though she was severely tortured and pressured, she still had clear eyes and refused to bow her head.

Qi Xinai was sitting opposite, drinking tea, so leisurely that it formed a visual contrast with her.

The interrogation had already passed for more than half an hour, but Yu Zuzhi's bones were still very hard. She was already a little impatient, so she called for a servant to whisper and then said to Yu Zuzhi: "Yu Shangshu, I would like to advise you again, don't be fearless."

Although you are so loyal, no one will save you, and all you will get in exchange is a few more dead souls. If you hand over the military talisman, I will not only protect your wealth and life, but also reuse it for you. To you, it is just a

There is nothing to lose by changing the master."

Yu Zuzhi was sweating all over as she endured the pain, her broken hair stuck to her forehead, and her whole face suddenly looked ten years older. After hearing this, she smiled faintly, Yu Yin mocked, she

I was too lazy to say anything, except for one sentence: "I don't have the military talisman here."

Qi Xinai's tone was cold: "Do you think I will believe it?"

Yu Zuzhi replied weakly: "Even if I were here, I would not leave it to you, a villain with ulterior motives."

Qi Xinai's eyes were deep: "In that case, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

She waved her hand, and her men dragged the two children in and pulled out the rags from their mouths. The younger child immediately started crying.

The other older child's facial features were gradually becoming mature, and she could see the shadow of Yu Zuzhi. Her reaction was quite calm, but she was heartbroken when she saw Yu Zuzhi's miserable state: "Mom, you are injured!"

Seeing the two children, Yu Zuzhi's pupils shrank, but it was only fleeting and she didn't show much nervous reaction. However, her eyes that stayed on the children and couldn't take them away revealed how much she valued the two children.

Qi Xinai could see it, but she felt that such a bland response was not satisfactory enough. She turned her eyes to the two children, her expression turned gloomy to a smile, with ill intentions, "Yu Shangshu is an old minister of the former dynasty, and none of his close relatives have survived. Now he has

It’s an old age to have children, these two children are the only ones of blood, right?”

When Yu Zuzhi's eyes turned to her, he became indifferent and became speechless.

Qi Xinai was not annoyed, and smiled to herself. Her eyes were slightly too large for the older child, and finally stopped at the younger child. She stretched out her fingers and gently stroked the girl's fine and soft hair on her forehead. Her movements were gentle, as if she were treating the neighbor next door.

Round-faced little doll.

"Don't touch my sister!" The older child was already sensible and knew her danger. He was worried that his sister wanted to stand in front of the little girl, but was restrained with great force, and his face turned red.

Qi Xinai glanced at her with interest, ignored her, squatted down and looked at the little girl: "Little girl, how old are you?"

The little girl was too young. She was still being cared for by her parents in her cradle, and she didn't know how to distinguish right from wrong. She didn't know that the person standing in front of her was a butcher who could kill her. So she was confused by the language and answered obediently: "A Fei is three years old."

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"It's a pity that I'm three years old and I still don't understand anything."
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