He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 242 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 19

The Jingzhao Prefecture Prison.

The arsonists were bound hand and foot and strapped to a wooden frame. They were dressed in night clothes, so it was impossible to tell if they were injured.

But as soon as the man entered, the men began barking wildly, which led them to conclude that he had not yet been tortured.

"Bah, you corrupt officials! You oppress the people, embezzle and commit atrocities. I'd rather die than utter a single word."

The tallest man in the middle started cursing first, furious, as if the teacher had insulted his parents.

If Wen Yan hadn't known they were villains who had done all sorts of bad things, she would have thought they were true heroes who fought against evil and brought peace to the country.

But aren't their reactions a bit too extreme?

Wen Yan turned her head and looked at the man with a questioning look. "Haven't we interrogated him yet?"

"Ahem," the man's eyes flickered, and he leaned closer, lowering his voice, "Didn't you tell me to be careful and not let them die?"

Wen Yan nodded. "So?"

"When I caught them, I dislocated their jaws and had someone pick the poison out of their teeth. Yuanjun, you really have to admit, the jaw-dislocation trick you taught me is really effective."

Oh, so that's what it was about. Well, it's nothing, just picking at a tooth.

Unexpectedly, the people who overheard the two talking instantly flew into a rage and shouted even louder:

"You'll all go to hell sooner or later. How dare you humiliate us like this? If you have the guts, give us a quick death. Torture us severely. We're not afraid of you!"

Wen Yan keenly grasped the word "humiliation".

She tilted her head, waiting for her husband to explain.

The gentleman coughed a few more times, knowing they had good hearing and could hear even his softest voice, so he stopped whispering and spoke loudly:

"After picking the poison out of my teeth, I kept thinking that something was wrong. The eldest prince is treacherous and cunning; he might have some backup plan. So I checked again..."

At this point, the crowd reacted even more intensely, almost like zombies in the apocalypse, wishing they could break free of their restraints and jump out to tear him to pieces.

Wen Yan could barely hear what the teacher was saying.

So they had someone stuff a rag into each of their mouths, and their ears were immediately quieted down so they could continue listening to the teacher.

The gentleman shrugged, and the old man looked quite innocent.

"So I had them stripped naked and thoroughly checked from head to toe, making sure they didn't miss any place where the poison was hidden."

He was a little embarrassed and touched the tip of his nose: "Those holes, I checked them several times. Ouch, the soldiers were a bit rough, I probably hurt them."

Wen Yan's mouth twitched, and she was speechless for a moment.

Sir, how did you evolve into this?

Seeing how everyone wanted to tear them apart, they must be in more pain than just physical pain!

You've really hurt their fragile little hearts.

Wen Yan seriously suspected that she had corrupted her husband. After a moment of silent reflection, she comforted herself: This is a good thing, at least it proves that her husband is thoughtful.

"Ahem." Wen Yan cleared her throat, offering what little sympathy she had to offer to the person who was tied up, which lasted for about a second.

The rag stuffed in her mouth was removed, and the leader of the men in black had eyes no different from those of a mad dog. He cursed wildly, completely ignoring Wen Yan's questions.

After being humiliated like this, he could only utter one word; his name, Wang Feng, would be reversed.

Wen Yan didn't care. She stretched out her hand and pointed at Wang Feng, saying, "It's him. I suspect he's hiding poison on him. Take him away and examine him again."

She emphasized the word "good" very clearly. With the man's men around, she had no qualms and dragged him away immediately. A terrible, ear-piercing wail came from the cubicle.

Wen Yan sat on the pear wood chair, her index finger tapping the armrest, her eyes sweeping over the group as if choosing the next person.

Everyone was horrified and clenched their waists and hips.

Wen Yan felt she had gone a bit too far.

After a second of reflection, I picked the next one.

Amidst the wailing sounds, she calmly sipped her hot tea, her noble and aloof demeanor resembling a cold moon.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up.

Wen Yan sent someone to record the charges, but after the person left, she thought for a moment and called them back, saying she wanted to go herself.

The gentleman was a step behind and caught up.

As they reached the door, Wen Yanwei stepped aside and said, "Protect these people closely, lest they get killed."

"Yes."

After giving the orders, she walked with peace of mind toward the interrogation room where Wang Feng was being held.

Just then, Liang Jinglan arrived as well, along with Zuo Lang. You Lang was deliberately left behind at Xuguan to make arrangements.

It's rare to find someone with a sharp mind among a group of naive people; we must make good use of them.

Right Lang, far away in Xuguan, sneezed loudly.

Liang Jinglan and Zuo Lang each carried a pile of things and followed them into the place where Wang Feng was being held.

Wang Feng looked ashen-faced, worse than if he were dead.

Wen Yan got straight to the point, sitting down at the desk: "Alright, tell me what you know."

Wang Feng: "...Shouldn't you be asking me and answering me?"

Wen Yan: "That's too much of a waste of time."

Wang Feng: "How would I know what I'm going to say?"

Wen Yan smiled, her eyes narrowing: "You absolutely must know this, otherwise..."

Her gaze swept downwards slightly.

Wang Feng broke out in a cold sweat: "I...I know, I was sent by the First Prince..."

He said whatever came to mind, completely betraying the eldest prince.

Wen Yan picked up his pen and wrote down whatever he was told. After finishing, he put the pen aside to dry, his brows slightly furrowed.

It's only two pages long.

That's a bit too little.

Wang Feng was truly afraid of her; his heart would clench whenever he saw her lower her gaze.

But he's just an outsider, unable to access the core of the master's affairs, so he certainly doesn't know as much as his confidants. Can you blame him for that?

He was about to cry.

Fearing that Wen Yan might not be satisfied, he had someone check him several more times.

Wen Yan didn't intend to make things difficult for him. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "How's your memory?"

Wang Feng swallowed hard: "It's...it's alright."

Wen Yan pointed to the letters Liang Jinglan and Zuo Lang had brought on the table and asked, "Can you memorize all these letters in an hour?"

Wang Feng was dumbfounded. There were dozens of letters, so many that they couldn't fit on the table. How could he possibly memorize them all?

"Can you memorize it all?"

"Can, can, can!"

Now, even if it's impossible, we have to try. Wang Feng, clinging to a sliver of hope, said, "Sir, there are a few people in my team with good memories. Could we ask them to help me memorize?"

"Alright, call them over."

Wang Feng was overjoyed. He read out a few names, and then those people were brought over.

They were utterly despondent, their legs trembling uncontrollably. They had prepared themselves for cruelty, but they never expected that all they would get them to do was recite texts.

He suddenly came to his senses, picked up the letter, and his heart leaped into his throat; he was about to jump out of his chest.

These are all the Crown Prince's secrets: colluding with the Xiongnu, buying and selling children, embezzling military funds... Every single one of these things is punishable by death and the extermination of nine generations of one's family!

Bah! His father is the emperor; he can't have his entire family executed.

The key point is that the letter was written in great detail, and some of it even included evidence.

Wang Feng and the others were the ones who were truly terrified.

They had heard rumors about what their master did in private, but they only knew the surface of it. Unlike this person, who knew everything perfectly well.

This is really like stepping into a nail hole.