Chapter 678: Imperial EdictChapter 373: Torture

Inside the Xizheng Hall, the warmth was like spring.

The flickering flames crackled and popped, with the occasional burst of a candle wick exploding, but this did not hinder Li Chen and Sanzhao from discussing matters in Xizheng Hall.

How many did you catch

After Li Chen sat down, he got straight to the point and asked.

Sān Bǎo hurriedly replied, “This search operation uncovered a total of three assassins. One was killed during the resistance, while the other two were wounded and captured alive after being surrounded by the Jinyiwei and Yulinwei.”

"Only three"

Li Chen frowned and said, "Are the Saintess and that old hag among them"

Sandaobao flushed and said, "Reporting to Your Highness, for the moment, there is still no news."

Li Chen's face turned cold, but he didn't say anything.

Sometimes, silence can be more powerful than words, and this is not only true in the dynamics between men and women, but also in power struggles. The unspoken words of those in power can often exert greater pressure on those below them.

The Three Treasures indeed sensed the pressure and dissatisfaction from his Highness. He immediately said, “Please give me some more time, Your Highness. The top experts of Dongchang are stationed at all major city gates and places where they could enter or leave the capital. Not even a fly can get out. These two people must still be in the capital. As long as they are in the capital, I will definitely dig three feet underground to find them.”

Li Chen retracted his gaze, stood up and said indifferently: "Let's go, this palace will personally interrogate these two assassins."

The Crown Prince personally presided over the interrogation of the assassin. Both the Three Treasures and the Dongchang dared not be negligent.

At such a time, it was naturally impossible to let the attendants go to the Dongchang prison. Sanzhao immediately went back to Dongchang in person and brought the two of them to the East Palace.

Half an hour later, outside Xizheng Hall, Li Chen sat on a chair moved over by Sibaobao. Dressed in a sable cloak, he held a purple and gold bronze hand warmer in his hands, watching as two people, their heads covered with snowflakes, were dragged onto the square by the Jinyi guards like trash.

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

It was the very same eccentric duo that had made the first move, the very culprits who had wounded Wan Jiajiao.

It had only been a few hours, but their circumstances were vastly different.

Li Chen is still Li Chen, the crown prince of the Qin Empire.

Seated under the eaves of Xizheng Hall, like stars surrounding the moon, he was the foremost figure of power in the human world.

And these two, one fat and one thin, had lost all trace of a master swordsman's bearing. Their bodies were covered in blood, their hair was dishevelled, and their clothes were tattered rags, like two dead dogs left to rot in the snow.

"Your Highness, these two have been crippled by my maidservants. Their tendons are severed, they're like useless dogs." Sanbao whispered to Li Chen.

Li Chen gave Sanbao a look of appreciation, got up and stepped on the snow, walking down the steps one by one, approaching the two.

Hearing the noise, the short and stout man barely raised his head. His face was covered in blood and the remnants of a burst eyeball from the arrow that had blinded him in one eye. He looked terrifying, like a ghastly apparition.

"Dog prince! This old man only hates why I didn't hack you to death with a single blade!"

The fat man, knowing he was about to die, yelled madly and laughed loudly: "But it's worth it! My knife probably scared the piss out of you, ha ha ha!"

The golden silken boots stepped on the snow and fell before the fat man, who laughed heartily.

Then a boot lifted, and came down with a crash, landing squarely on the fat man's head, forcing his upturned face back to the ground.

"What right do you have to look at me"

The wound burst open, blood gushing out and instantly staining the surrounding snow red. With every step Li Chen took, the fat man let out a heart-wrenching scream. The snow, once white, was dyed crimson, then mixed with the dirt on the ground, becoming a disgusting mass of black and red that was slowly pushed back into his wound.Chapter 980 The Deep-Laying Plan