Qingluan tightly grasped the clothes in her hand, hating herself to the extreme in her heart. Why didn't she follow the young lady more closely? If she had held the young lady's clothes, the young lady would not have disappeared, and her life and death would not be unknown until now!
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she rushed towards the tied-up Madam Qi fiercely, "It's you, it must be you! The jade slip you gave our young master is problematic, right? You deliberately want to harm our young master, right?"
Qingluan pulled Madam Qi's hair like a madman, beating her until her nose and face were swollen, her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered with bloodstains.
Madam Qi was in pain and furious, and she screamed, "Stop, it's not me! It's not me! Help me, old lady, help me! I am innocent!"
Old Madam Nangong had a complicated look on her face, her brows furrowed, and she looked at Nangong Yu and wanted to say something, but when she saw Nangong Yu's cold and gloomy look, like the devil from hell, she swallowed the words back.
Then he glared at Aunt Qi and said, "How dare you complain? I asked you to find Xiyue and bring her back safely, but you, an old slave, neglected her and Xiyue disappeared. How dare you say you are wronged!"
As she spoke, she said to Nangong Yu solemnly: "Yu'er, don't worry, if this matter is really related to Madam Qi, grandma will never cover up for him. But the most important thing now is to find Xiyue..."
Before Madam Nangong finished her words, Yun Jingxue shrilled, "Madam Qi has already said that she was wrongly accused. Maybe it really has nothing to do with her? Maybe Xiyue herself refused to come and ran off to fool around with a man somewhere?"
Before Yun Jingxue could finish her words, Nangong Yu swung his hand and slapped her in the face with a loud slap.
Yun Jingxue screamed, flew backwards several meters, and fell heavily to the ground. One side of her originally pretty face immediately became swollen.
Nangong Yu seemed not to have heard him at all. He put his hand to his mouth and let out a sharp whistle.
Soon, a black-clothed Xuanwu fell from the sky and knelt in front of Nangong Yu.
Nangong Yu glanced at Aunt Qi lying on the ground, his voice as cold as an evil demon, "I'll give you a cup of tea to dig out clues about Xi Yue from her mouth. If you can't do it, don't show up in front of me again."
Xuanwu trembled all over and bowed quickly, saying, "Yes, Master!"
Xuanwu is the leader of the Iron Qilin. His cultivation has only reached the Golden Core Stage, but few people know that he is a rare master of torture under Nangong Yu.
Seeing Nangong Yu's terrifying expression, and thinking of what he had just said, Xuanwu's eyes turned cold. He didn't even think about dragging Nanny Qi away for private interrogation, but walked straight towards her in front of everyone.
"Ahhh--!!" A shrill scream rang out in Mo Jingxuan, striking everyone's heart like thunder and making the faces of the onlookers look extremely ugly.
The strong smell of blood spread all around, accompanied by the sound of burnt flesh, making people's stomachs churn and feel nauseous.
Yun Jingxue had just used her spiritual power to heal her wounds and walked to the side of Old Madam Nangong. When she heard the screams and saw the tragic scene in front of her, her knees went weak and she almost fell to the ground.
Even Old Madam Nangong's face turned pale and blue, and her eyes as she looked at Nangong Yu were filled with fear and complexity.
She had never thought that Nangong Yu would torture her old nanny in public for a male favorite, for Xi Yue? This grandson's heart was far crueler than she had imagined. (To be continued)