Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

In this oppressive Jinyiwei prison, the air seemed to be filled with tension and solemnity.

The eunuch chief Wu Cheng stood in place, his eyes sweeping over Lu Feng who was bowing his head respectfully, and a sense of pride that he was in control of everything arose in his heart.

Then, the corners of Wu Cheng's mouth seemed to be gently lifted by an invisible hand, rising slightly, accurately forming a perfect arc.

This arc is neither too ostentatious nor enough for others to clearly sense his mood at the moment.

As the corners of his mouth rose, his two rows of slightly yellowed teeth were faintly visible.

Under the dim light of the prison, it actually seemed a bit weird.

At the same time, Wu Cheng's eyes, which were originally small, narrowed into two thin slits, like two long and narrow abysses.

The originally fierce gaze like a sharp blade now seemed to be covered by a thin veil, revealing a seemingly gentle smile.

However, if someone dares to get closer and look carefully, they will find that there is still an unfathomable depth hidden deep in those eyes.

It is like a whirlpool hidden in the darkness, mixed with a heart-pounding cunning.

This meaningful smile was like a silent battle declaration, showing everyone present - especially Lu Feng - Wu Cheng's complete victory in this power game and deterrence.

It seemed to carry an invisible yet powerful force, conveying to Lu Feng an authoritative message that could not be questioned or disobeyed.

At this moment, Wu Cheng seemed to be declaring loudly: inside and outside this palace, from the court to the market.

Every word Wu Cheng utters is of great importance and should not be underestimated.

Everyone has to think carefully and not disobey easily.

At this moment, the intimidating smile on Wu Cheng's face quickly faded away like the tide, and was replaced by a cold and calm expression.

He turned slightly to the side, stretched out his slightly pale hand, and gently brushed his sleeves.

This action seems casual, but it contains many profound meanings.

Wu Cheng's fingers were slender but slightly dry, and his movements were gentle and slow, as if every stroke carried some sense of ritual.

The sleeve was slightly lifted up as he stroked it, making a very slight "rustling" sound.

On the one hand, this action seemed to mean that Wu Cheng really wanted to get rid of the disgusting and unpleasant atmosphere in the prison.

The smell was a mixture of rust from the torture instruments, blood from the public transport vessels, and the musty smell from the damp ground.

For Wu Cheng, who had lived in the palace for a long time and was accustomed to luxurious fragrances, this was really unbearable.

On the other hand, his seemingly casual action seemed more like he was deliberately showing off his superiority to Lu Feng.

Wu Cheng used this subtle way to remind Lu Feng that his status was noble and there was a huge difference between him and a mere Jinyiwei commander.

Even though Lu Feng could torture prisoners at will in this prison and was very powerful, in front of Wu Cheng he was just a subordinate who needed to be submissive.

After doing all this, Wu Cheng paused slightly.

He glanced at the bright yellow imperial edict in his hand, and after confirming that it was intact, he picked it up carefully.

Then Wu Cheng turned around and began to walk out of the prison with small and steady steps.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, and each step was very solid, as if every step was demonstrating his solid position in the palace.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the prison corridor.

Accompanied by the dim, flickering light, it gradually disappeared into this dark space.

Only Lu Feng and Gong Shuqi were left, along with the depressing atmosphere.

"Come here, quickly find a doctor who is good at treating injuries.

If anything goes wrong with Lord Gongshu and I am punished by His Majesty, you will definitely pay the price for it!"

At this moment, in the dark and gloomy interrogation room, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed to be real. Two Jinyiwei centurions, wearing flying fish uniforms and embroidered spring swords on their waists, stood tall but looked solemn.

When they heard Lu Feng's unquestionable order, the two of them looked at each other quickly, and a hint of understanding flashed in their eyes.

Then the two captains of the Jinyiwei bowed in unison.

They lowered their heads slightly, clenched their right fists and placed them on their left chests, receiving orders in a very standard and respectful posture.

"I will follow your orders, sir!"

The two men's voices were deep and powerful, echoing in the small interrogation room.

Then the two Jinyiwei captains stood up, turned their feet neatly, and took a step forward without hesitation.

The prison was dark and damp, with stains on the floor that were either blood or sewage, and exuding a disgusting smell of blood and decay.

But they seemed to have long been accustomed to such harsh environment and were not affected at all.

The figures of the two people gradually went away, and the footsteps became blurred from clear in the narrow prison corridor, and finally disappeared in this dark space filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Only a faint echo was left, as if telling everything that happened in the prison.

When the atmosphere in the prison was slightly eased by the departure of two Jinyiwei centurions, a slightly chaotic but rhythmic sound of footsteps came from a distance.

I saw Han Yi, the good doctor of the Prince of Yan's mansion, holding the medicine box steadily in his hand. He was wearing a plain robe, and the corners of the robe swayed gently with his steps.

Han Yi has a thin face, and his expression is focused and a bit solemn.

Those deep eyes revealed the calmness and composure unique to a doctor.

Following him was a sturdy young flag officer of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

This small flag officer is wearing a flying fish uniform and has an upright posture.

He wore an embroidered spring sword on his waist, and the scabbard glowed coldly in the dim light.

I saw that he had a serious expression and did not look away.

With steady and powerful steps, he led Han Yi towards the interrogation room.

The two walked along the narrow and damp prison corridor, with several swaying oil lamps hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

The dim light made their figures look sometimes slender and sometimes distorted.

When the two men arrived at the door of the interrogation room, the flag officer slightly turned sideways, reached out and gently pushed open the heavy wooden door.

With a creaky sound, the wooden door made a dull sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent prison.

Han Yi took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Then he took firm steps and walked steadily into the interrogation room filled with the smell of blood and decay.

Han Yi's eyes quickly scanned the room and finally fell on Gongshu Qi who was being punished.

That look seemed to carry an invisible power, making people feel his determination to treat the wounded.

"I guess this person must be Gong Shuqi, the chief craftsman of the Firearms Bureau and the deputy minister of the Ministry of Works. It looks like he is seriously injured!"

Lu Feng, looking ashamed, explained helplessly, "As subjects, we have always followed orders.

Many times I have no choice, I hope Lord Gongshu will not be offended."

Before Gongshu Qi could speak, Han Yi spoke first with a cold face: "The Jinyiwei is now under the control of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan. Without his token, how dare you say that you are acting on orders?
If Lord Gongshu suffers from any hidden illness today, you can go and explain it to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan yourself!"

(End of this chapter)