The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 529 He deserves to die!It is not a pity to die!

"Bah! I'm fine!" The magistrate cast an impatient look at him, and asked coldly, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The yacha stood still in front of him, lowered his head and reported, "Return to your lord, the prisoner Yan Wushuang committed suicide in the prison...he is dead!"

The county magistrate's expression changed, he turned to look at him, and asked, "What did you say?"

Yacha met his questioning gaze, cupped his hands and replied, "My lord, Yan Wushuang committed suicide."

The county magistrate was getting angry and asked sharply, "It's so good, how could you commit suicide?"

"This...subordinates don't know either." Seeing that his face was cold, the Yacha hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously continued, "Perhaps he knew that he had committed a serious crime of murder and knew that he would die, so he simply committed suicide. "

Seeing the heaving chest of the daughter on the ground, the county magistrate knew that she was fine, so he ignored her and stood up straight. "Where's his body? Take me to see it!"

The Yacha stood still and struggled for a while before replying, "My lord, Yan Wushuang committed suicide by setting fire to himself, and now his body has turned into a piece of coke."

"What?" The county magistrate turned his head to look at him coldly, and asked sharply, "Yan Wushuang is locked in the prison, where did he get the fire? How can he set himself on fire?"

Yacha hesitated for a moment, hesitated to speak, "This..."

The county magistrate stared at him and said viciously, "If you don't make it clear, I will punish you for blasphemy!"

"My lord, calm down!" Yacha's pupils shrank, and he confessed honestly, "Yan'er, Yan Wushuang's maid, came to visit him once, and my subordinates think that it is likely that Yan'er secretly gave him something like a fire bag."

The county magistrate paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, "Go to Jue Sefang to arrest people immediately, and I must arrest Yan'er!"

"Yes!"

At this moment, on the official road leading to the north outside the town, an ordinary carriage was moving forward.

Inside the car, Feng Qingyin looked at Yan Wushuang who had changed back into men's clothes, and said with a smile, "You are an all-powerful oiran in women's clothes, but in men's clothes, you are still a handsome young man! You are indeed a natural beauty. "

Yan Wushuang looked at her beautiful eyes exposed behind the veil, with a somewhat wary expression, "Don't think that I will be grateful to you because you saved me."

Feng Qingyin smiled slightly, and replied unhurriedly, "I don't need your gratitude, and it wasn't you who saved me, it was your maid who rescued you from the prison with one life for another. .”

Tonight, Yan'er went to the bridge to wait for Feng Qingyin to come, and Feng Qingyin told her the way to save Yan Wushuang, saying that she was to let her go in and dismiss the servants, put on Yan Wushuang's clothes, and then set herself on fire in the prison.

As long as she died, no one would be able to identify whether the pile of charred corpses was Yan Wushuang or not.

Yan Wushuang couldn't help clenching her fists, and said coldly, "Why do you have to let Yan'er die instead of me?"

Feng Qingyin spread her hands, "It's very simple, I hope you can follow me in the future and do my bidding."

Yan Wushuang has a rebellious character, when she heard this, she snorted coldly, "Why should I listen to you?"

Feng Qingyin smiled slightly and replied, "If it wasn't for me, you would soon become a dead soul in Luohe Town."

"Let me tell you, you don't want to use me to do anything outrageous!"

Feng Qingyin laughed, as if what he said was ridiculous, "You've done all the killing and mutilation, are you afraid of hurting the world?"

Yan Wushuang's eyes narrowed heavily, showing disgust, "Because that kind of man deserves to die! He deserves to die! Death is not a pity!"

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(End of this chapter)