After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 26

"Yesterday I asked you to arrange for the dark guards to go to the side camp, but has anyone been there?"

Xia Tong's expression froze: "It's a dancer from the Wei Kingdom. She has already taken her down and locked her up in secret, waiting for the crown prince to deal with her."

It was late in the winter morning, and except for the patrolling soldiers, the entire barracks hadn't woken up yet.

Murong Xing nodded slightly, his eyes were completely cold, filled with a faint hostility and killing intent.

"Where is the person detained, come with me."

Jiayuguan is located among the high mountains, surrounded by caves that can be used as prison cells.

The two rode their horses and galloped for several miles. In the deserted mountains and forests, there was a cave for two people to pass through.

Behind the dark cave entrance is a winding stone road, and the accumulated water on the cave wall "ticks" down, exuding a chilly air.

After walking a few steps, one could faintly hear a shrill female voice screaming in pain, almost making one think it was a female ghost wailing.

Murong Xing walked slowly towards the direction where the voice came from, his expression remained unchanged, and he asked indifferently: "Did you find anything out of torture?"

"Although this person is a woman, her bones are very hard. The torture guards have been flogging her for most of the night, and she still says she doesn't know anything."

"A person who doesn't know anything has a stomach full of secrets." Murong Xing chuckled, and stared at the woman tied to a simple wooden frame at the end of the cave not far away, "Even if it is to disembowel and dig out the intestines, all the secrets must be hidden." Pry it out."

"I have seen the prince."

Murong Xing raised his hand to signal him to be excused, and his eyes fell on the face of the woman in a short coat and long skirt that was torn by the whip.

Her beautiful face was stained with blood, and she was no longer as gentle and charming as when she danced at the banquet. Instead, she looked ferocious like an evil ghost who wanted to kill her.

"Tell me, why did you leave the meeting halfway and go to my camp?"

"...I don't know, I just...wanted to go to the toilet and went to the wrong tent."

The blunt Central Plains dialect was intermittent, and it sounded a bit pitiful.

"Going to the wrong camp?" A row of torture instruments was placed on the rough stones beside him, and Murong Xing's slender knuckles slowly caressed the torture instruments condensed with dried blood. Shallow arc.

His voice was cold and deep, even patient and meticulous.

However, the words spewed out of this pair of voices caused a trace of panic and panic across the woman's face.

"It's okay, since you can't remember why you want to go to my camp, I still have a lot of time for you to think about it slowly."

"I'm really just—"

Murong Xing casually picked up a delicate dagger, his phoenix eyes were still looking straight at the woman's face, but the dagger in his hand pierced into her palm with precision, and after piercing through, the blade hit the stone wall, leaving a white mark.

"what--"

The shrill screams echoed in the cave in an instant, along with the blood gushing out from the wound like a spring, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a small pool of blood on the rocky ground below.

Murong Xing took a step back and frowned slightly, as if he didn't like the blood stains on his robe.

Slowly said: "Do you remember now?"

The woman gasped in pain, and looked at Murong Xing with fear in her eyes.

"I have no idea……"

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, I'll let you know right away."

The bony fingers held the handle of the dagger, and slowly turned it clockwise.

The flesh and blood on both sides of the wound made strange noises, and there was the crisp sound of bones being scraped by sharp blades. Pale, bloodshot minced meat came out of the wound, and even Xia Tong turned his face in disgust.

"no--"

Murong Xing narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, controlled the dagger to turn half a circle around the wound, the slow speed maximized the pain, and the woman's face lost all color.

"I don't know..."

"Why, did Wu Kun teach you to say these words?" Murong Xing listened to the woman's painful scream with a blank face, and smiled softly, "It's too noisy."

The hand covered the woman's jaw, which seemed to be pity, but then suddenly pulled down, the woman's jaw drooped horribly, and the mouth could not be closed, obviously completely dislocated.

"My son... If she can't speak, how can she confess?" Xia Tong looked at the coldness in his son's light-colored pupils, and a chill ran up his spine.

"I can't speak, and I still have pen and paper. I can't write with my right hand, and I still have my left hand."

Murong Xing didn't notice the hatred engraved in the woman's slightly protruding eyes, so he picked up a sharper and longer dagger.

"Go to the camp and get some ginseng soup that hangs your life. If she can't hold on and dies, you will be in trouble."

Seeing that Commander Xia was about to leave, the fear and resentment in the woman's eyes instantly turned into complete fear.

She didn't dare to imagine how cruel punishments would be waiting for her in the future, and she had no doubt that this lunatic son in front of her would really hang her life with precious medicinal materials, making her life worse than death.

With the last of her strength, she shook the iron chain with a "crash".

"Remember? If you remember, move your left hand."

The woman frantically twitched her left hand like a begging dog.

"Xia Tong, you don't need to get the ginseng soup, just bring the pen and paper."

……

An hour later, Murong Xing reined in outside the camp, turned over and dismounted.

The sergeant of the guard searched for Murong Xing for a long time at the order of His Royal Highness, and hurriedly reported to him when he saw someone: "Your Highness, Your Highness, please go to the main account to discuss matters."

There were only a few generals in the main tent, and all of them were veterans of the court or the former Marquis of Pingxi.

Shao Guan sat on the main seat, his face pale.The thick winter clothes barely concealed the ambiguous hickey on the neck and collarbone.

"You said that Murong Shizi...stained your innocence last night, do you have any evidence?"

The girl kneeling on the ground below was weeping like pear blossoms and raining. Wu Kun stood aside and replied with help: "His Royal Highness, it is a matter of peace between the two countries. How dare we lie to His Highness?"

"These dancers were gifted to Daliang by His Majesty's special decree. In any case, the emperor of your country should personally decree to dispose of them. How can, how can..."

"I've heard that people in the Central Plains value etiquette and dignity. His son Pingxi's actions like this will damage the face of the two countries. I hope His Highness can give you a reasonable explanation."

Wu Kun opened his mouth with a glib tongue, listening to every sentence sincerely.

Although Shao Guan knew that he was accusing him of slander, seeing the solemn face of the general below, his heart sank.

For face and etiquette, the emperor might even decree to bestow a few dancers in Pingxihou's mansion, it doesn't hurt too much.But now the two countries have not reached an agreement.

The two countries are at war, but the commander of the first army has accepted the dancing girl from the enemy country. Whether this kind of news is true or not, if there is any sign, it will arouse the suspicion of the emperor.

"At present, there is only one side of your country's story, and it is impossible for Gu to fully believe it. It is better to wait for Prince Murong to come back and confront him face to face."