Wang Cuihua was escorted into the Sky Prison with Eight Gates. She no longer had the arrogance of a fox fairy or witch, and kept begging for mercy: "Please, sir, let me go. My feet are swollen and I can't walk anymore. Woo woo." Wang Cuihua began to cry and complain.
Zhao Cheng pushed her into the cell and said, "Don't worry, we've arrived. You don't have to walk anymore."
Wang Cuihua collapsed on the ground and started to rage again: "Oh, it's unfair - it's unfair - I didn't do anything wrong, why are you arresting me -"
Zhao Cheng chuckled at her and said, "Hey, old witch, aren't you a psychic? I advise you to cover your ears at night."
Wang Cuihua stopped crying and looked at Zhao Cheng blankly.
Zhao Cheng became sarcastic: "Because many people have died in this prison. Do you still remember Yu Pingting?"
Wang Cuihua blinked her triangular eyes: "Chen Jinhua's daughter-in-law?"
"Humph." Zhao Cheng snorted coldly, "That's right, she was here and harmed Bai Zhankui. You were the one who gave Zha Yaer the needle, right?"
Wang Cuihua's face turned pale immediately, as if she knew what had happened to her. She waved her hands immediately, "That's none of my business! That's what Chen Jinhua wanted! That needle is useless, it's just an ordinary embroidery needle!"
Zhao Cheng rolled his eyes. As expected, he confessed so quickly. It was all a liar’s trick.
He sneered, "But I think Yu Pingting doesn't care whether it's your business or not. You gave her the needle. The Bai family is all dead now. When our adults were investigating, it was really weird! It's totally not something a human can do." Zhao Cheng's voice became more and more sinister. "You should think about it yourself. If Yu Pingting came to you, we couldn't save her. That night, we also wanted to save Bai Zhankui, but, hiss..." Zhao Cheng hugged his body, and the burly man pretended to be afraid, "Hey, it's almost midnight. It's the most dangerous here at midnight. I'd better leave first!"
Zhao Cheng left after saying this.
Wang Cuihua was anxious: "Master! Master! Don't leave me here--" She looked around in panic, "Daughter-in-law of the Bai family, don't come to me. That's what your mother-in-law wants. It has nothing to do with me. I'm just doing business. This is what everyone in the village does..."
"Swish~~" Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew up the straw beside Wang Cuihua. Wang Cuihua was a little scared and began to shrink into the corner. Faintly, she felt a chill in the air.
"Woo~~~Woo~~~~" Suddenly, the sound of a woman crying could be heard faintly, and Wang Cuihua got goose bumps all over her body.
"Woo~~~Woo~~~~My death is so unjust~~~~" Suddenly, there was another man crying!
Wang Cuihua shrank into the corner and covered her ears: "Your death has nothing to do with me! Don't come looking for me! Don't come looking for me~~~Amitabha, Amitabha~~~"
Several yamen runners hiding in the corner outside laughed secretly.
One of them pinched his neck and cried like a woman, while the others cried like men.
Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng watched and laughed.
"That's enough. It will be difficult to interrogate him tomorrow if he's scared to death." Wang Quan left with a word, and left with Zhao Cheng smiling.
Several yamen runners continued to tease Wang Cuihua with a smile.
“Ouch~ Ouch~~~~ It hurts so much~~~~”
Suddenly, a woman's cry was heard, and several yamen runners looked at the one who was imitating the woman crying and said, "Don't talk, your words sound fake."
The yamen runner who imitated the girl crying looked puzzled: "I just didn't learn it."
The runners looked at each other in confusion, then their faces turned pale. They stopped pretending to be mysterious and left quickly.
The night is deep and the insects are quiet.
There was a busy scene inside the Eight Gates. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was actually going to stay overnight at their Eight Gates!
Fu Mingrui's subordinates Li Lidao and Chen Chu were also in a panic. These elites who would not panic no matter how horrific the case was, were thrown into a panic because the prince stayed overnight at the Eight Gates.
Li Lidao and Chen Chu quickly cleaned the guest room, while Wu Guang and Zhang Zhihe were busy fetching hot water into the bathroom.
Others were also coming in and out, busy with their own things. In these eight doors, there were really only grown men, no old women or maids.
Because the Eight Gates handled major criminal cases, no one was allowed to enter without permission, so there were no maids. The kitchen was also staffed by runners from each room.
The man in the Eight Doors is a man who can investigate cases in the living room and cook in the kitchen. He is an all-round good man.
All the runners from the eight gates were mobilized tonight, standing guard every five steps, ensuring tight security.
Fu Mingrui and Duanmu Qingchen were bathing in their public bathhouse in Bashenmen.
The bathhouse at Bashanmen is also divided into two areas: one is a public area with a large bathhouse where you can take a bath, and the other is a cubicle with a bathtub in each cubicle where you can take a bath separately.
Fu Mingrui and Duanmu Qingchen each had a cubicle, but they were right next to each other. The low partition allowed them to see each other's faces, while also protecting their privacy.
Fu Mingrui had a look of disgust on his face: "Are you really not going back to the palace?" Fu Mingrui wanted to continue struggling. The prince stayed overnight at the Eight Gates, which made them very nervous.
Duanmu Qingchen lay on the edge of the wooden barrel, narrowed his peach blossom eyes and grinned wickedly: "What, are you afraid that I will tarnish the reputation of your Sect Master Fu?" Duanmu Qingchen secretly stretched out his arm, opened his peach blossom eyes wide, and playfully poked Fu Mingrui's snow-white arm.
Fu Mingrui jumped up immediately, his face flushed with shame: "That's enough! Aren't you satisfied with the trouble you've caused to our Eight Gates?" His prince wanted to stay overnight, causing chaos in the entire Eight Gates in the middle of the night. He really came to cause trouble.
Duanmu Qingchen looked at Fu Mingrui's angry expression with a sly smile and threw him a wink: "I just like to see you scold me, this is what brothers are like."
Fu Mingrui stroked his forehead with fatigue.
Duanmu Qingchen held his chin with both hands: "You always treat me like a prince, it's boring. What I want is a brother, not a slave. If you want to be my slave, just castrate me."
Fu Mingrui immediately opened his beautiful eyes. Duanmu Qingchen wanted him to be a eunuch? !
Duanmu Qingchen glanced at him boredly: "I have three days. It's rare for me to come out. How can I go back? The palace is too boring. It's not as fun as your place. There are stories to read, cases to investigate, and beauties~~ next door~~~" When Duanmu Qingchen thought of Sanniang and Lian Youyou next door, the smile on his face became wild, "Oh~~~ my Sanniang~~ Hey? I don't seem to see Sanniang today. Did she go out?"
"No." After Duanmu Qingchen reminded him, Fu Mingrui also felt a little strange. He really didn't see Sanniang today. "Sanniang is the gatekeeper of their Jiumen. I have seen other people go out to do things, but I have never seen Sanniang leave." Unable to help, the curious hand in his heart began to scratch his chest again, because he remembered the Jiumen backyard that he had thought strange before. (To be continued)