Yang Qinghe's initial embarrassment at being seen in such an awkward state gradually faded away. Looking at the child in front of him, whose delicate features could not be concealed even in coarse clothes, he felt that he should have laughed out loud if his mouth had not been covered.
He thought that someone powerful had kidnapped him, but it turned out to be just a little kid.
Of course he knew that this child was no simple matter. If he was simple, he would not have tied him up. But no matter how complicated he was, he was just a child. He was probably just trying to use the fact that he was still alive as a lever to ask his father to do something.
He has seen many people like this and is not afraid of them at all - what's the point of killing him or not? If he really wants to kill him, why would he go through so much trouble to bring him all the way here
He calmed down, and Wei Rui began to frown - Wei Qi was still too young...
Wei An was not annoyed. He squatted aside and counted for Yang Qinghe with a smile: "I heard that you have more than ten concubines. If you count your concubines, there must be more, right? But why didn't you give birth to a few sons? So far, you only have one son..."
Yang Qinghe then felt it was strange. This person knew too much about his family affairs, so much so that it was a little chilling.
Wei An didn't stop, still playing with her nails with a smile: "I also heard that your father built a shrine for Cao An in his hometown, right? I heard that the shrine was built by robbing a foreigner's land, and the foreigner failed to file a complaint, and finally you arranged for him to be a living stake? So many years have passed, I'm afraid that the shrine is not stable. As for demons and ghosts, they may not last long without sacrifices..." She spoke as if she was talking about a trivial matter, and smiled at Yang Qinghe: "I think it's quite suitable for you and your son to be the living stakes..."
Wei Rui felt that the atmosphere in the room suddenly became scary. He really didn't know how Wei An knew all this. Thinking of what she said about the raw stake, even his hair stood on end.
Yang Qinghe was even worse. His gaze, which had just relaxed, suddenly became sharp, and the look he gave Wei An was like a knife.
Wei An had already asked Wei Rui to remove the rag stuffed in his mouth. The smile on his face instantly disappeared, and he asked him coldly: "Do you want to live or die? You can choose for yourself."
Yang Qinghe pouted and struggled to sit up: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Then I'll tell you." Wei An pressed on step by step, not giving in, with a condescending confidence: "Who showed him the way when Cheng Enbo slipped into the women's room during the Wei family's banquet? Why was Zhu Fang able to propose marriage to the Wei family? Young Master Yang should know these, right?"
Yang Qinghe finally realized that the girl in front of him was not an ordinary girl who was easy to fool. The old things were dug up, and they were such secret old things. His chest shook violently for a while, and he turned his head away and shook his head firmly: "I said, what are you saying, this young master doesn't understand a word..."
Wei An's patience reached its limit. He picked up the iron dustpan that was used to hold grain and smashed it on Yang Qinghe's head with a clang, knocking him completely unconscious. Then he stood up and stood beside him coldly: "From now on, if you don't answer my questions properly, I will cut off one of your fingers. Do I need to remind you of the use of this finger?"
At her glance, Wei Rui quickly pulled out a small dagger from next to his shoe and placed it next to Yang Qinghe.
Yang Qinghe really wanted to think that this little girl was joking, but looking at Wei An's eyes he knew it was not the case. He frowned and asked her, "Who are you?"
Wei An ignored him and raised a finger: "I will start to ask the first question now. When Cheng Enbo hid the handkerchiefs of the women of the Wei family, did you have anything to do with it?"
Yang Qinghe stared at her, squinting his eyes and cursing in a low voice: "You are so vicious at such a young age..."
Wei An had already looked towards Wei Rui.
Wei Rui was actually a little hesitant in his heart - this man could be very useful, but Wei An seemed to want to torture him to death, which was not a good idea. And Wei An was just a child after all, so he was probably just talking big.
Wei An, however, had already started counting: “The first finger!”
Wei Rui couldn't let Wei An down at this moment, so he raised his knife and with a click, he really cut off Yang Qinghe's little finger.
Yang Qinghe hissed in pain, followed by a heart-wrenching pain. He covered his little finger and curled up, rolling over and roaring.
Wei An had seen many such tortures in his previous life, so he didn't think it was a big deal. Instead, he thought Yang Qinghe was being hypocritical. He looked at the pool of blood in front of Yang Qinghe calmly, his voice still as cold as ice in winter: "I'll ask you again. If you still don't tell me, I'll cut off another finger of yours."
Yang Qinghe no longer dared to take her words as a joke. He hesitated for a while between saying it and not saying it. Then he looked at the dagger in Wei Rui's hand that was still bleeding, clenched his fingers and answered with a trembling voice, "Yes."
"Is it your father's work?" Wei An seemed to know everything. She continued to persuade Yang Qinghe, who was two or three times more powerful than her, and asked, "What benefits did the Zhu family give to your father?"
Pain can easily make people's brains dull. Yang Qinghe paused for a moment before saying, "Iron ore..."
Wei An smiled and said, "But your family doesn't seem to have made a fortune. Your hometown is in Anyuan, Shaoxing. I checked and found that your property has not increased, and you haven't lived a life of luxury... Where's the money?"
Yang Qinghe didn't say anything.
Wei An did not yell that he would chop off one of his fingers. He sat beside him and continued what he had said before: "It wouldn't cost so much money to build the ancestral temple, right? The silver was probably given to Cao An? In exchange for your father's future?"
Only then did Yang Qinghe realize how frightened he was. It was midsummer and he was sweating profusely, feeling pain and dizziness. He actually fainted.
Wei Rui asked his confidant to bring some water to wake him up. Wei An asked him coldly, "Are you awake? If you are, let's continue."
Yang Qinghe didn't say a word.
Wei An said softly: "Tell me everything that happened back then. Tell me everything you know."
After saying that, he looked at the piece of finger that fell on the ground.
Yang Qinghe's hands trembled and his face remained stern for a long time, but he finally compromised and opened his mouth.
What he said was disorganized and somewhat incoherent, but Wei An did not utter a word. He just sat there listening in silence, occasionally looking at him meaningfully.
Every time Yang Qinghe was about to tell a lie, he immediately changed his mind. This little girl was very strange and seemed to know everything. He was not sure how much she knew and was afraid that she would say something like cutting off a finger.
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