In the afternoon, Miyagi Youzai interrogated Tengji Yu.
Although it had only been one night, Tengji Yu seemed to have aged ten years, utterly exhausted, with a haggard complexion and slightly chapped lips. It wasn't a lack of water or food—his status as a suspect warranted full accommodations—but he simply had no appetite.
"Minister Tengji, you've been wronged, please have some water. I serve Prime Minister Yutian."
With great respect, Miyagi Youzai invited Tengji Yu to take a seat, and then offered him a cup of warm water with both hands.
"I don't understand what you're saying." Tengji Yu gave him a bland glance and did not touch the water.
"You are truly cautious, no wonder you could become a Cabinet Minister." Miyagi Youzai exaggeratedly praised him to curry favor, for even as a prisoner, Tengji Yu held significant value.
An old Deng of this caliber was no ordinary person; as long as he was alive, he could still produce gold coins.
