Chapter 905: Cruel, ah

Chen Guanlou decisively took the Prince of Cheng's heir to the office, and the others were imprisoned first.

He poured a cup of tea for the other party, using the worst tea leaves.

A prisoner, and one with no connection, only deserved to drink the worst tea leaves!

"Tell me in detail, how did Marquis Pingjiang tell you back then? He said you could live, and you believed it? What were the strategists and guests of the Prince of Cheng's mansion doing? Didn't they analyze the situation for you? Even if the family broke up, at least they should have done one last job before leaving. This is professional ethics."

The Prince of Cheng's heir was young, experienced the ups and downs of life, and could persist until today; his character at least contained the word 'perseverance'. He held the teacup, using the temperature of the teacup to warm his hands.

"Father died, and the whole mansion lost its backbone. Everyone was worried about being slaughtered by the soldiers. Fortunately, the Marquis managed them well, and the soldiers didn't mess around. Although money was lost, at least our lives were saved. Before setting off for the capital, the Marquis saw this Prince..."

"And then?" Chen Guanlou, like a curious gossip, inquired.

"The Marquis comforted me, telling me not to be afraid and to come to the capital boldly. The Marquis said that the Emperor's reputation hasn't been very good these years, and he has done many willful things. Right now, the Emperor needs to maintain decency, needs to win back his reputation, and set an example for the Prince of Cheng's lineage in the south. We are the best decency.

Keeping our lives doesn't cost much effort, but it can win the hearts of the people in the south. So, I can't die! If I die, the Emperor's reputation will be damaged again, and the resistance in the south will inevitably be more intense! You are a prison warden, and you are well-informed. But this time, you are definitely wrong, very wrong!"

The Prince of Cheng's heir roared angrily; it seemed the louder the voice, the more angry the emotion, the more it could prove his correctness.

Chen Guanlou clicked his tongue; the old master was quite good at fooling people.

But from another perspective, what the old master said was not unreasonable. Emperor Jian Shi wanted face and reputation; anyway, the chief culprit, the Prince of Cheng, was already dead. Keeping the Prince of Cheng's family didn't cost much effort, but it could win a good reputation.

Usually, a normal person should do this.

But...

Everyone ignored the most important point: the person sitting on the dragon chair was never a normal person, so how could he be judged by common sense? The principles that applied to ordinary people, when placed on the Emperor, shouldn't be expected to work. They might even be counterproductive!

He was very moved; the old master was good at fooling people.

He patted the Prince of Cheng's heir on the shoulder. "So you came to the capital full of expectations, waiting for the Emperor's pardon. How long do you guess you can wait for the pardon?"

"Three or five months?" The Prince of Cheng's heir said uncertainly. "A year? It can't be three or five years."

"Kid, you need to handle things, you need someone to speak good words for you in front of the Emperor, only then can you possibly get a pardon. Do you understand the rules! If you can't find someone to run errands, you can find me. I handle the business of helping people find connections and pull strings here, and the price is fair."

Chen Guanlou took the opportunity to promote, slaughtering one if he could.

It couldn't be said to be slaughtering!

He hadn't done less of the work of helping people run errands and clear relationships. It was just that he had done less in the past year or two. Sometimes it was because his laziness was acting up, sometimes it was because the money given was too little and the price wasn't negotiated. Sometimes it was simply because he wasn't willing, because he thought the prisoner deserved to die and wasn't worth saving.

Now...

He suddenly was willing to run for the Prince of Cheng's family, just as a period for the slicing of the corpse. If the Prince of Cheng had a spirit in heaven, grievances had heads and debts had owners; he must not come to find him, go to the palace to find Emperor Jian Shi. Or go to the female prison next door to find the female family members.

The poison on the Prince of Cheng, eight or nine out of ten, was estimated to be poison put by the female family members in the backyard.

Fire in the backyard, it wasn't just talk.

"You?"

The Prince of Cheng clearly didn't believe in Chen Guanlou's strength.

Chen Guanlou didn't mind either, smiled, and said: "You stay in the Heavenly Prison first, and after you understand the situation, we'll talk again. The matter of handling and running relationships is not urgent. By the way, do you know what happened to your father's body after it was transported to the capital?"

"What?" The Prince of Cheng's heir was a bit confused, like a silly person.

Chen Guanlou hesitated for a moment, hesitating whether to tell the other party.

Thinking about it, the other party was in the big prison, and he would know the things he should know sooner or later.

Finally, he said: "Your father's body, the Emperor ordered, sliced into a thousand pieces, three thousand cuts. It was done in the Heavenly Prison."

"What did you say?" The Prince of Cheng's heir suddenly felt like he was fixed, unable to move. Immediately after, his body slowly twitched, clearly receiving a huge stimulus.

Chen Guanlou felt the stimulus wasn't enough, hit a burst of energy into the other party's body, stabilized the other party's mind, and continued: "From this, it can be seen that the Emperor deeply hated your father. They say love the house and its crow; since he hated your father so deeply, do you guess he would be willing to pardon your family? Don't hold too much hope, be prepared to die. When death truly arrives, at least you can maintain basic decency and won't disgrace the reputation of your Prince of Cheng's mansion!"

"No, impossible!" The Prince of Cheng's heir fell directly to the ground, his face pale, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul. He kept muttering, "Impossible!"

Chen Guanlou looked at the other party's appearance, estimating that he was possessed.

He sighed and called the prison guard. "Send him to the cell, guard him well. Don't wrong him. At any rate, he is the Prince of Cheng's heir, and the decency that should be given must be given."

"Yes!" The prison guard lowered his head and responded, dragging the Prince of Cheng's heir out of the office.

Poor thing!

Chen Guanlou reflected slightly, was he too ruthless, breaking the other party's good dream on the first day!

Cruel, ah!

It was truly too ferocious!

Strive to be gentler next time, don't stab so fast. You can choose to cut meat with a dull knife.

Mu Yiguan Mu came in with the medical record. "This batch of prisoners, their bodies are quite good. Some external injuries don't matter. Prescribe a few doses of medicine to regulate, and there will be no problem. Master, when this old man came in, I saw the Prince of Cheng's heir looking like he lost his father and mother. Master said some stimulating words again, stimulating the person to be not like a person. The prisoner is young, has experienced few things, I'm afraid he can't withstand repeated torture. Great sorrow and great joy are not good for the body."

"I just kindly told him a fact."

"Master told the heir about the Prince of Cheng's body being sliced?"

Hmm!

Chen Guanlou nodded, not denying it.

"Master is confused! The Prince of Cheng's heir has just arrived and hasn't adapted to the environment. At least wait a few days, wait for him to adapt before telling him, it wouldn't be too late. Doing such a big thing on the first day, be careful not to kill the person."

"So young and with a good body, it's impossible to die so easily." Chen Guanlou said very firmly.

Mu Yiguan Mu snorted. "Master is a doctor, or is this old man a doctor? It is a fact that young people have good bodies, but it is also a fact that their endurance is insufficient. No, this old man must personally go to the big prison to see, to ensure nothing happens. At any rate, he is an heir, a royal clansman; if he dies in the prison on the first day, it will be hard to explain!"

The Heavenly Prison tacitly agreed that the Prince of Cheng's heir wouldn't live past this year.

It was just that the Prince of Cheng's heir himself didn't realize this problem. ===== CHAPTER 906 =====