Hou Ye's palm heart is a black lotus

Chapter 724 The Endgame (Second Update)
Fan Chengzhuo was extremely uneasy.

Actually, when he came today, he had thought that things might be exposed, but his thought at the time was that even if he was to be smashed to pieces, he could not stand by and watch Zheng Baosu get into trouble.

However, upon hearing Emperor Mu Wu's words, he suddenly became uncertain.

in the end……

"Don't worry, I won't take your life, nor will I take your son's life."

As Emperor Muwu spoke, he turned his head and coughed a few times.

A spark of hope immediately ignited in Zheng Baosu's eyes, and he even knelt forward half a step in eager anticipation.

He eagerly awaited Emperor Muwu's words of pardon.

Zhao Xuanping couldn't stand it any longer and rolled his eyes, muttering curses under his breath.

"I used to think Fan Chengzhuo was a smart man, but now it seems he's incredibly foolish! What use is a son like that? He's just a burden to us!"

Not long ago, Fan Chengzhuo was the Minister of Justice, a high-ranking and powerful official whom everyone respected.

How long has it been? And it's already fallen into this state!

The rest of my life was ruined by this so-called "only bloodline"!

Upon hearing Zhao Xuanping's complaints, Ye Chutang remained silent for a moment, then gently shook her head.

"To be honest, Zheng Baosu, though lacking in ambition, also wasn't particularly cunning or scheming. As things stand, it's hard to say who was more at fault between the father and son..."

Zhao Xuanping thought about it and felt that what she said made a lot of sense.

Zheng Baosu was a fool. If it weren't for Fan Chengzhuo, he probably wouldn't have been able to do so many things or commit such a serious crime.

"His master must be quite something!" Zhao Xuanping clicked his tongue. "I wonder what methods he used to make Fan Chengzhuo so loyal? Not only did he risk his own life, but he also got his son involved!"

Everyone can see that Fan Chengzhuo must have someone behind him, and someone with big ambitions.

If it were just for that little bit of wealth and money, they would have plenty of ways and means to achieve it, so why would they take such a risk?
only……

"Who on earth is going to such lengths to plan this? Could it really be someone from Vajra's side—"

Zhao Xuanping couldn't figure it out, nor could he understand it.

Ye Chutang pondered for a moment, then said seemingly unintentionally, "No one gets up early for nothing. Whoever benefits the most from this matter will have the strongest motive, right?"

“Miss Ye’er is right.” Zhao Xuanping nodded in agreement, but was still somewhat puzzled. “But if that’s the case, then the person behind him must be from Vajra. After all, they got our best supplies and weapons, which not only allows them to know our enemy and ourselves, but also improves our combat power, so they can fight us on equal terms. However… Vajra’s internal situation has been rather turbulent lately, so who could it be?”

The fourth prince, Zola, had already declared himself Khan in Barna before the new year, but how could Ugel let it go?
There will certainly be another contest between the two sides.

At such a critical juncture, how could they possibly have such leisure time?

Ye Chutang glanced at Fan Chengzhuo.

"Zheng Baosu was recommended to the army many years ago, which shows that someone had already been playing this game."

Zhao Xuanping realized what was happening and felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about it more carefully!
"This this--"

Such deep thoughts and painstaking planning—they truly used every means at their disposal!
Such a patient and reserved nature...how could it not inspire fear?!

Clearly, Emperor Muwu thought the same thing.

He raised his chin and spoke in a flat tone.

"From this day forward, Zheng Baosu and Fan Chengzhuo will be detained separately. Every day, someone will cut off a piece of Zheng Baosu's flesh, cook it into a dish, and send it to Fan Chengzhuo at every meal. Considering Fan Chengzhuo's deep love for his son, he need not witness the scene of the flesh being cut off."

A few words, yet they sent chills down one's spine!
Fan Chengzhuo looked up in disbelief, his heart filled with immense shock and fear. "Your Majesty!?"

Zheng Baosu was completely dumbfounded.

It took him a moment to process what Emperor Mu Wu meant, and he felt a chill run down his spine!
He immediately began to struggle desperately, shouting for help in a hoarse voice.

"Your Majesty! I know I was wrong! Please, grant me a quick death!" To have my flesh cut off every day—isn't that like being slowly sliced ​​to death?!

Moreover, judging from Emperor Mu Wu’s words, he had no intention of taking his life in the short term, which meant that he would have to endure endless torment!
This is ten thousand times more painful for him than killing him outright!
Everyone fell silent, and a subtle and eerie atmosphere filled the hall.

Of course, no one pleaded for the father and son, but...

Ye Chutang lowered her eyes, concealing the emotions within them.

Since returning to the capital, she has witnessed Emperor Muwu's imperial cunning more than once, yet she still feels terrified every time.

To sit firmly in that wheelchair, one must have an iron fist and a ruthless heart.

Why is Fan Chengzhuo unwilling to reveal his master?

Emperor Muwu also had plenty of ways to deal with it.

Even if they don't get the answer he wants, they will never let Fan Chengzhuo feel good.

No wonder he insisted on personally interrogating Zheng Baosu despite his illness—he must have thought of this long ago.

Only Zheng Baosu's mournful and desperate pleas remained in the vast hall.

Fan Chengzhuo knew better than anyone that Emperor Muwu would never change his mind unless he was willing to continue to confess.

Can……

Fan Chengzhuo was torn between his conscience and his inner turmoil.

On one hand, there's her only son, whom she feels indebted to, and on the other hand...

Overwhelmed by anger and anxiety, Fan Chengzhuo suddenly vomited blood and fainted again.

Zhao Xuanping looked on, and subconsciously wanted to step forward, "Your Majesty, Lord Fan..."

"Take him away. Didn't we already prescribe a medicine? Have someone prepare it for him at regular intervals every day." Emperor Mu Wu slowly rose. "I am tired."

This means it's time to end.

Zhao Xuanping's heart skipped a beat, and he wisely refrained from speaking further.

Eunuch Li quickly stepped forward to support Emperor Mu Wu.

Emperor Mu Wu had just taken a step when he seemed to remember something and looked back.

"Since he won't say who his master is, there's no way to cure this poison in a short time. Oh well, let's spare his life."

The meaning couldn't be clearer: as long as you don't kill him, torture him to death!

It goes without saying how miserable Fan Chengzhuo's life would be from now on!
Eunuch Li hesitated before asking, "His Majesty doesn't look too well. Should we ask Miss Ye to take another look?"

"No need."

Emperor Mu Wu glanced at Ye Chutang and shook his head.
"She's had a tough day, let her go home. And everyone else, let them go their separate ways."

Ye Chutang curtsied and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She knew very well that she had done what she was supposed to do, and there was no need to worry about anything else.

Emperor Mu Wu nodded in satisfaction, his eyes glancing at Zhao Zhe kneeling on the ground.

A hint of impatience and disgust surfaced in his eyes.

"Zhao Zhe, drag him out and behead him as a warning to others."

Zhao Zhe, who had been hoping to escape with his life, suddenly panicked. Before he could utter a single word, he was dragged away by the guards who covered his mouth.

Soon, everyone in the hall dispersed, leaving only a thick, suffocating silence.

Only the crimson bloodstains on the ground and pillars testified to what had just happened here.