Golden Age Legitimate Fei Chapter 65: Ordinary Days after the Wedding (3)

Mo Xiu Yao put the book in his hand on the desk. Seeing how awkward and uneasy Ah Jin was, he smiled slightly: "Was it chief steward Mo who asked you to do this, or Sun mama?"

Ah Jin's eyes grew bigger. Both his uncle and Sun mama asked him to bring up princess more often in front of His Highness and to find opportunities to let them stay together. But he had no idea how to find such opportunities. He rarely saw His Highness in a trance, since His Highness had nothing to do, he'd better ask His Highness whether he wanted to see the princess. Looking at Ah Jin's confused expressions, Mo Xiu Yao shook his head and smiled: "Well, don't think about it any more. What is Ah Li doing right now?"

"I've heard that princess is going through all the stuff that she brought with her from Ye Manor."

"Then I shall leave her to it. Maybe I can see her later when she's finished with that. Where are our guests from last night?"

A trace of annoyance passed Ah Jin's eyes and he said: "They are still in the dungeon"

"Let's go and have a look."

In the dark and wet dungeon, the flickering fire cast shadows of those in the room onto the wall, the shadows moving slightly along with the fire which added a bit of mystery to the originally dim-lighted dungeon. Feng Zhi Yao was still dressed in his usual aggressively and gorgeously red brocade, lying lazily on the only chair in the dungeon and listening with satisfaction to the endless howling in pain. Compared with the boredom of those past years, he was quite happy about those busy few days.

"Tell me, why do you break into Prince Ding's Manor in the middle of the night?"

At the center of the room, a man in black was tied to a stand with shackles, his body already riddled with wounds and he glared fiercely at Feng Zhi Yao: "Feng Zhi Yao, you work for Prince Ding!"

"Oh? You know me? Then you are from Great Chu." Feng Zhi Yao blinked his eyes. His interest in this man was stirred up at once and he sat upright, looking at the man before him: "Where do you come from? The palace? Are you sent by His Majesty or the hostess of Palace of Zhangde? Or are you from any family?"

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"Humph!" Half of those who were able to become a member of a suicide squad were tough and unyielding. He didn't give away anything under interrogation by torture. There was no way that Feng Zhi Yao could get anything out of him simply by a few words.

Feng Zhi Yao narrowed his eyes unhappily and said: "Well, I am indeed very curious about which one is tougher, your backbone or my torture instruments. Keep going!"

"Hoot!"

The whip with savage barbs on it kept creating more wounds on the man's body. Feng Zhi Yao stared at this scene before him with gloomy eyes.

The sound of a moving wheelchair came closer. Feng Zhi Yao turned around and saw Mo Xiu Yao come up to him. Feng Zhi Yao stood up and smiled: "Why didn't you stay with your bride but come here at the moment?"

Mo Xiu Yao didn't answer his question and asked Feng Zhi Yao with his eyebrows raised: "Has he confessed?"

Feng Zhi Yao picked up the files grudgingly and said: "Last night we caught seven people who came in four groups. One was from North Rong and one from South Zhao. Two of them wanted to fish in troubled waters and three more who didn't give away anything. The one from North Rong first planned to kidnap the bride and to embarrass Prince Ding's Manor. The one from South Zhao just wanted to find out about the layout of the manor and see if he had a chance with Sword of Lan Yun. Another two wanted to seize the chance and try to steal something. As for him… he was the first to be caught and the one with the best kung fu. I suspect that he was here for assassination but I still don't know who was his target. He couldn't have been here for you." This man was caught by secret guards at the banquet when Mo Xiu Yao went to the nuptial room with his bride so the man's target ought to have been one of the guests.

"Are you from Great Chu?" Mo Xiu Yao turned to the man in black who was tied up.

Feng Zhi Yao rubbed his chin and said: "He knows me so he must come from Great Chu." Feng Zhi Yao, the third son of Feng Family was famous but that was only in Great Chu and particularly in the capital. After all, a playboy who was nearly expelled by his family and had no inheritance right wouldn't draw much attention.

"Keep it up. Kill him if you still couldn't get anything out of his mouth." Mo Xiu Yao said indifferently and asked: "Where is Yelv Ping?" Feng Zhi Yao pointed at the room next door and paid no more attention to Mo Xiu Yao. Instead, he stared at the man in black with deeper interest and chuckled. The man in black only felt his whole body went cold. Of course he knew that there was no way out for him once he was caught, but hearing how casually Prince Ding had put it, like saying that it was a good day, still made his heart shiver. To him, Prince Ding was no way a cripple who was good for nothing as the outside world thought.

Feng Zhi Yao looked at him with radiant smiles and said: "There was no difference to me whether you give away your secret or not. You are going to die anyway. If you spill it, I will let you die without much pain. It wouldn't matter if you don't. I could take this opportunity and try my new instruments. The past two years have been too bored for me." A trace of horror passed the eyes of the man in black but he still restrained himself and said nothing. Feng Zhi Yao didn't mind that and gave a signal to those around him to kill the man in black, then he simply walked to the room where Mo Xiu Yao was.

This other room was clearly more comfortable than the last one. It was at least clean without any strange smell or smell of blood. Only that the room was separated into two halves by iron bars made of fine iron. The prince of North Rong who talked a lot of nonsense last night was now on the other side of those iron bars. His hands were on the iron bars and he was glowering at Mo Xiu Yao: "Mo Xiu Yao, you cripple, how dare you send your guards to take me!"

"Oh? I thought you were at a place where you ought not to be so that you were caught by my men." Mo Xiu Yao looked at him, his smile gentle but cold. "But prince you can rest assured that I wouldn't touch a hair of yours for the diplomatic relations between our countries."

Looking into Mo Xiu Yao's cold eyes, Yelv Ping couldn't help himself but tremble. He grabbed the iron bars with more anger and shook it with great strength while raising a hue and cry: "Won't hurt me? Then why do you keep me down here? I am definitely going to report this to your emperor! He will chop your head off!"

The corner of Mo Xiu Yao's lips raised slightly: "There are some urgent matters in North Rong. In fact, early this morning the envoys of North Rong have submitted a written statement of farewell to His Majesty and they have already left the capital this morning."

Yelv Ping was dumbfounded: "That's not possible! Who dare to leave while I'm still here?"

"Prince, don't worry about not being able to return to your country. Later I will ask my people to escort you to North Rong and hand you to… your crown prince."

Hearing that, Yelv Ping's face grew darker. Though he was a scumbag but he wasn't that stupid. The crown prince wasn't the best friend of his birth brother Yelv Ye. The two of them had been fighting openly and maneuvering covertly for years. If he ended up with the crown prince, then…his Yelv Ye, seventh brother was going to kill him!

"Mo Xiu Yao, you are so despicable! My seventh brother won't let you get away with this!"

Mo Xiu Yao let off a cold laugh, raised his head and stared at Yelv Ping with indifference: "Since Yelv Ye had the nerve to let you provoke me, he should have been prepared that you would be gone forever. Or, was it the emperor of North Rong who asked you to put up a scene during my wedding? Then I don't think he wants a son like you any more."

Mo Xiu Yao's words seemed to remind Yelv Ping of something and his face went pale. He glared at Mo Xiu Yao fiercely and said: "That's nonsense! My seventh brother won't do this to me…" But there wasn't much conviction in his speech. He was a little dumb but not stupid. He was laughed at ever since he was little, even his seventh brother called him stupid and his father didn't like him. Could it really be that…

Seeing that the face of the man in front of him chang from dark to pale without any arrogance from yesterday, a dark glow passed Mo Xiu Yao's eyes. If possible, he wouldn't leave this man an intact body. It wouldn't be enough to settle the hatred in him even if he tore him to thousands of pieces. It was a pity that this man was the prince of North Rong. He couldn't die for now. Like those who were out there, no matter how much he hated them, he had to tolerate the fact that they were alive at the moment.

Not wanting to see the man that was before him any more, Mo Xiu Yao turned and went out of theward. Feng Zhi Yao was leaning against the wall and looking at him with smiles: "Do you really plan to hand this idiot to the crown prince of North Rong?"

Mo Xiu Yao raised his eyebrows and said: "This idiot wouldn't be enough. I need you to get everything out of him in ten days and give the useful information to Yelv Hong as well."

"Whatever it takes?"

"Yes, whatever it takes. I only need the answer. No matter how stupid he is, he's Yelv Ye's birth brother after all. I don't believe that he doesn't know anything." Mo Xiu Yao said in a low voice. "You know what to do after getting the information out of him."

Feng Zhi Yao lowered his head and the smile on his face grew larger: "Understood. He is stupid to begin with. It would be no accident if he becomes stupider, isn't it? You want Yelv Hong and Yelv Ye to fight each other. I like your idea."

Mo Xiu Yao nodded in satisfaction: "Now you are in charge."

"Take care, Your Highness. Enjoy your honey moon."

Seeing Mo Xiu Yao and Ah Jin disappear outside the dungeon, Feng Zhi Yao narrowed his almond-shaped eyes and looked at the dark and mysterious dungeon in satisfaction. With the faint sound of someone begging for mercy around him, his smile widened. What a bunch of idiots. Feng Zhi Yao thought to himself. Out of all the people in the world, why did they have to mess with Mo Xiu Yao? Mo Xiu Yao hadn't been kind since he was three and his heart turned dark ever since his accident.

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