Selling wife for fame? Kick out the scumbag and marry the new emperor to enjoy the harem of favors

Chapter 30 Kneel down and kowtow
With just a few words, he peeled off Wu Que's face and crushed it under his feet.

Yes, how can a prisoner have the qualifications to negotiate with others?

The forced composure on his face, which had been gathered with great difficulty, collapsed in an instant.

The veins on Wu Que's forehead bulged, and he was shaking with loss of control. "You lowly whore, you think you can have a good life after I die? Now he's just looking for something new. When he gets tired of it, your fate will be even worse than mine!"

As he spoke, he let out bursts of shrill laughter, which was eerie and strange.

The whole person seemed to merge into the dark cell.

Such a crazy look made Chunrong and Qingfang feel defensive, and they silently took a protective stance.

Just now, Wu Que suddenly jumped up and wanted to strangle Xie Jiu, which really scared the two of them. Fortunately, Xie Jiu reacted quickly, and Wu Que had been tortured in prison for several days and had no strength left. Otherwise, it would be very dangerous to face an adult man who suddenly exploded.

However, there was no sign of nervousness on Xie Jiu's face at this moment.

Instead, he looked at Wu Que very calmly, and there even seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"After you die, you won't be able to decide how my life will go. If you insist on not cooperating now, then you will definitely not see my end. But no matter what, I will definitely see your end with my own eyes."

After saying this, she gently pushed away Chunrong and Qingfang's hands that were blocking her way, and walked towards Wu Que step by step.

She was not afraid even if they were close. Although Wu Que came from a family of generals, he did not have any martial arts skills. He just studied military tactics.

It was because he was only good at talking about war on paper that he was defeated so badly by Zhao Xingjin, and in the end he surrendered in order to save his life.

I still have some self-awareness.

"Do you want to live?" Xie Jiu's voice was low and deep, his eyes fixed on Wu Que, like a devil tempting someone to commit a crime. "As long as you are willing to beg me sincerely, I am willing to give you a way out for the sake of our marriage."

The torture in prison over the past few days has made Wu Que look haggard, like a terminally ill person. His eye sockets are sunken, and there are dark circles under his eyes. His eyes are bulging due to congestion, like a dying goldfish. His hair is disheveled, tangled into balls, and stuck with foul-smelling mud. The official uniform he was wearing when he came in has been stripped off, and he is now only wearing a dirty and tattered undershirt.

With such a half-human, half-ghost appearance, how could one tell that a few days ago, he was the wealthy and well-off Marquis Weiyuan, and two years ago, he was a powerful official in the capital who had the final say.

Wu Que was extremely disgusted with the way Xie Jiu looked at him at this moment, as if he was looking at a rat in the gutter.

But he didn't have the strength to resist.

He even felt as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw because of these words.

Yes, who doesn’t want to live?

Even if it means living in humiliation, it is better than losing your life.

He is a person who is afraid of death.

Xie Jiu looked at the changes in Wu Que's eyes coldly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips that became more and more intense.

"Have you thought it through? This is your last chance, and my patience has its limits."

Hearing Xie Jiu's voice, Wu Que's throat tightened. He wanted to say something, but it seemed as if a rope was tightly strangling him. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Xie Jiu raised his chin slightly, glanced at him with disgust, as if he was losing his patience. He took a step back and raised his hand to brush off the non-existent dust on his sleeves.

This action once again hurt Wu Que's pitiful self-esteem, but it also awakened his strong desire to survive.

"I am willing to tell you the source of all the Wu family's wealth. You can take this information to the emperor to prove your merit."

He made his last struggle, still hoping for an equal exchange.

But Xie Jiu didn't even look at him, and just said calmly, "Let's go. It seems that the Marquis hasn't figured out the situation yet, so there's no need to waste any more time."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the cell door without hesitation.

The moment she turned around, Wu Que's eyes widened instantly, and he subconsciously raised his hand as if he wanted to catch her. His mouth opened slightly, but he still didn't make a sound.

It was not until he saw Xie Jiu's feet were really about to step out of the prison door that he finally shouted out with difficulty and anxiety.

"and many more!"

"I beg you, please save my life!"

At this moment, Xie Jiu had his back to him, his face as cold as frost.

Hearing these words, Xie Jiu's mind couldn't help but emerge with her past life. When she was forced into a desperate situation, Wu Que looked like a murderous evil ghost, trying to control her and grab her.

In her previous life, even if she fell off a cliff and died, she never humbly begged Wu Que to let her go. But now that Wu Que bowed his head, Xie Jiu felt extremely disgusted, and she hated and looked down on this spineless man even more.

So at this moment, Xie Jiu still did not look back and continued to walk out.

She really wanted to see how far Wu Que would go to survive. Seeing that Xie Jiu hadn't stopped, fear and anxiety began to spread rapidly in Wu Que's heart. He immediately thought of something and clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.

Then there was a muffled thud.

Wu Que, kneel down.

"I beg you, save my life!"

With his knees touching the ground, Wu Que stared at Xie Jiu's back with red eyes.

At this moment, Xie Jiu finally stopped, turned around, and looked down at him with a gentle smile on his face.

"Look, don't you know what to do?"

"Are you satisfied?" Wu Que squeezed out the words through his teeth, his eyes filled with humiliation and resentment. "I've already knelt down to beg you, you should be satisfied, right?"

When he asked this question, Xie Jiu slowly fiddled with the bracelet on his wrist, then let out a light click of his tongue.

"pity."

"What a pity?" Wu Que stared at her.

Xie Jiu looked regretful, frowning slightly as he said, "It's too late now. I'm not happy anymore. Simply kneeling down isn't enough."

After hearing these words, Wu Que's face suddenly showed anger again, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face turned pale.

"Xie, don't push your luck!"

Snapped--

A slap fell, it was Qingfang.

"How dare you!" Qingfang shouted coldly, "A prisoner like you dare disrespect our Madam like this!"

Wu Que was beaten so hard that he felt dizzy. When he thought that he was beaten by a maid, anger suddenly surged in his heart.

But Xie Jiu's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, completely extinguishing the anger in his heart.

"It doesn't matter. He's just a dying man who can't see the situation clearly. Why bother with him?"

She knew too well what Wu Que was afraid of, and with just one sentence, she controlled Wu Que's heart.

Sure enough, after saying this, Wu Que raised his head, stared at her, and slowly lowered the bloody hand that was covering his face.

After a long time, he suddenly supported himself on the ground with his hands and knocked his head heavily.

"Oh!" Xie Jiu looked at him and chuckled, "Have you gotten it?"

Then he continued, "How come you're speechless again after just coming to your senses? What does this kowtow mean?"

Hearing the sound coming from above his head, the last line of defense in Wu Que's heart collapsed. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and kowtowed his head again.

At the same time, he shouted, "Wu Que begs Madam, please spare my life!"

Xie Jiu showed a look of satisfaction on his face and clapped his hands lightly.

"Good, good, this is the attitude to ask for help."

Then he slowly walked around Wu Que who was kneeling on the ground.

"Since you've begged me so much, I can't just ignore you. Please stay here for a few more days, and I'll go before the Emperor and talk to him. But I can't guarantee it will work!"

Hearing this, Wu Que's eyes immediately showed resentment of being made fun of.

But Xie Jiu was too lazy to argue with him. "Alright, Chunrong, you stay here and carefully complete the account book with the Marquis. The smell in this prison is really bad. I'm leaving first."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and fanned his nose in disgust, then took Qingfang's hand and left leisurely.

Wu Que looked at her back and wanted to get angry, but found that he couldn't get angry. In fact, tears seemed to be streaming down his face.

About an incense stick of time later, Chunrong came out of the prison with the sorted account books.

After getting on the carriage, he reported, "Everything is ready."

"Okay." Xie Jiu lowered his eyes, "Let's go to the palace."

(End of this chapter)