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After exiting the small courtyard, the sky had already turned completely dark. A crescent moon quietly hung in the black satin night sky, casting a gentle glow.

Dongfang Ze saw that there was no one around and whispered, "Seventh Brother, do you really plan to fight Dongfang Ru together?" When he was still in the room, he had wanted to ask this question, but because of the thousands of generations of Ben Ying's presence, he had endured until now.

Dongfang Bu stopped, feeling the cool breeze brush against his face. "You want to know?"

"Of course." Dongfang Ze's face was full of curiosity. When he left yesterday, Seventh Brother was still speaking up for Dongfang Qian. How did such a big change happen in one night? Could it be that the princess said something to him that made Seventh Brother, who had always been stubborn, change his mind?

Dongfang Qing silently looked up at the starry night sky. Mu Qianxue's words were like flowing water as they flowed past her ears. After a long time, he shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"Don't know?" But you clearly … "

Dongfang Shou withdrew his gaze and interrupted, "If I hadn't said that just now, how could Thousand Generations Ben Ying have stopped?"

The two of them walked slowly side by side. When they were about to reach the door, Dongfang Ze suddenly said, "Seventh Brother, what I said yesterday was the truth."

"I know, it's seventh brother's fault for being careless. I didn't know that you had so many grievances hidden in your heart. If you feel uncomfortable in the future, come find seventh brother. Don't keep it in your heart alone."

"That's not what I mean." Under the moonlight, Dongfang Ze's eyes were bright and clear. He said slowly and clearly, "I'd rather sit in the Hall of Endless Virtue with you, Seventh Brother!"

Dongfang Yi's pupils constricted. In the next moment, he shouted out words that were almost the same as yesterday. "Don't speak nonsense. I'm neither a descendant nor a young one, how can I …"

Dongfang Ze interrupted, "Compared to being the direct descendant of a child, I prefer 'the able ones will take over'. Seventh Brother, as long as you want it, I'll do my best to help you!" His eyes shone with an extraordinary splendor. It was a faith that had nothing to do with the struggle for benefits.

He had lived for twenty-four years and had never thought of getting his hands on that high up position, but now, one by one, people were urging him to fight for it. They had even told him that they would never let go of their royal father, and that they had placed their hopes on him.

"Brother Seven …"

Dongfang Yi raised his hand. "I know what you want to say. This matter …" Let me think about it. " After a short pause, he warned again, "Before things fade away, be careful and don't let your guard down. You have to be even more careful of those easterners who live in your residence. You can't …" However, he quickly retracted his gaze and said as if nothing had happened, "Ninth Brother, you are not young anymore, why are you still so reckless? You are the prince, yet you dare to fight with a few thugs. If word of this got out, people would definitely make a fool of you."

Just when did he have the leisure to fight with those ruffians? While he was wondering, he saw Dongfang Qin's gaze, and although he didn't understand what was going on, he still went along with him and said, "Who told those bastards to take advantage of that woman in the street? Of course we have to teach her a lesson, and see if they dare to mess around in the future." Saying this, he continued: "I hate them for using dirty tricks. They used fragrant dust to cover my eyes, making me unable to see clearly. I got beaten up by them and got angry just thinking about it. It's a pity that I can't find them when I go back later on."

"It's fortunate that you're just a bunch of hoodlums. Otherwise, your injuries wouldn't be as simple as mere flesh wounds. Bring a few more guards with you when you go out in case something similar happens again."

"Got it, it's late, I'll send Seventh Brother out." When he arrived in front of the scarlet mansion, he took advantage of the moment where he was mistaken and whispered into Dongfang Gu's ear, "I just realized that someone is watching. I'm afraid they don't come with good intentions."

Dongfang Ze jumped in fright upon hearing this. He resisted the urge to lift his head and look up, and whispered, "Are you sure, seventh brother?"

"Hmm, you've been keeping an eye on us. Be careful." Because the feeling of being watched had always been there, Dongfang Shan didn't dare to say too much. He left the manor after a few more words of warning.

With Dongfang Gu's reminder, for the next few days, Dongfang Ze remained cautious. He never set foot in that small courtyard again. The entire Mu King's Manor was so quiet that there wasn't even the slightest breeze.

They had already been surrounded by the Jing Zhao Prefecture overseer for seven whole days, with food, drinks, and food all inside the building. Not only that, but those few princes had also continuously pressured Wei Jingcheng to force him to bring the people of the Pavilion back to the yamen.

Wei Jingcheng was frightened from hearing this. He was afraid that those girls wouldn't be able to bear the torture and would do something they shouldn't. Fortunately, these girls all had a tough mouth. He secretly wiped away his sweat without saying anything.

It was Ruan Niang who was being interrogated. This was the third time she was being interrogated, and it was the same every time. The interrogation, the crying for injustice, the execution, they repeated over and over again.

"I truly do not know anything and have never seen Jingyu before. Please enlighten me!" Ruan Niang feebly begged for mercy. Her carefully maintained hands were swollen and red from being pinched by the pincers, like ten thick carrots.

Duke Rong, who was holding back his moustache, slapped the armrest and coldly snorted, "You won't cry if you can't see the coffin. This King wants to see how long she can keep on torturing me!"

"Prince …" Wei Jingcheng wanted to speak up for Ruan Niang, but the moment she opened her mouth, she was stopped by Prince Rong. "What, can't you bear it?"

"Of course not." Wei Jingcheng smiled at the unfriendly Prince Rong and then slapped the wood to make himself feel better, "Come on, continue with your punishment!"

"No!" "No way!" Ruan Niang screamed with her heart torn and her lungs torn. Her eyes were filled with endless fear. She was really afraid of that kind of pain. It was as if all ten of her fingers were going to be broken.

"Sir, do you believe me? I have been wronged!" The bailiff held back the wailing Ruan Niang and placed the pincer onto her ten fingers. As the bailiff pulled tightly on both sides of her, Ruan Niang let out a shrill scream. Duke Rong frowned and said coldly, "Cover her mouth, it's so noisy that it hurts my ears."

The bailiff quickly found a rag to cover Ruan Niang's mouth. Now, there was not even a place to vent. All the pain gathered in her body, tormenting her internal organs. Cold sweat broke out all over her body.

By the time the bailiff removed the torture instruments, Ruan Niang was already limply lying on the ground, breathing heavily. Her clothes were already soaked through, as if she had just fished them out from the water.

Prince Rong walked to her side, lifted his deerskin boots, and heavily kicked her. "Speak, where is Jingyu?"

Ruan Niang weakly squeezed out a few words, "No …" "I don't know …"