Chapter 11 Outstanding Disciple of the Male Virtues Class
"I'm giving you kind advice now. If you don't listen, I can certainly speak to your masters behind you. Then, I won't need to lift a finger - someone else will naturally deal with you."
Only then did these men finally give up their intentions and slink away dejectedly.
The small courtyard returned to its usual tranquility, but Qiu Qiushuang still looked displeased, his gaze fixed sternly on those scantily clad men.
"Cousin, do you know who sent these people?"
Qiu Qiushuang withdrew his gaze and wrote in her hand: Jiang Si.
Qiu Shuzhi frowned slightly. It was her again.
Last time at the lake outing, she had already tried to push people towards her. Unexpectedly, failing once didn't stop her from trying a second time.
Although she had now openly aligned herself with the Qin faction, it had nothing to do with her. Was there really a need to test her again and again?
Qiu Qiushuang's finger stopped in her palm, tapping lightly.
"What's wrong?" Qiu Shuzhi saw his expression wasn't good.
Qiu Qiushuang hesitated before gesturing: "Those men are from brothels... they're not clean... don't like them, don't accept them... and don't in the future either, alright?"
"Of course." Qiu Shuzhi laughed, knowing he was concerned for her.
She wasn't a person given to indulgence. Rather than being mired in love and passion, she was more interested in making her mark in this world.
Qiu Qiushuang silently breathed a sigh of relief.
Inside Zhao Prison, dark cells echoed with cries of those wishing for death over life. Filthy rats and ants gazed from damp corners, as if countless eyes like ghosts and spirits were watching everything in this human hell.
Wang Qing lay dying on a pile of straw, covered in blood. Blood flowed from her wounds, startling a swarm of cockroaches and rats crawling out from cracks to perch on her horrific injuries, greedily lapping up the blood.
A dark shadow stopped in front of her. In the flickering firelight, the shadow looked as grim as a vicious demon crawling out of hell.
Wang Qing stared with terrified eyes, backing away repeatedly while begging: "Your Highness, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore, please spare me!"
A cold, mocking snort in the silent Zhao Prison was terrifyingly gloomy. Yue Guanyi's eyes flashed with icy anger as he stepped on her face and snarled, "It was this mouth of yours that nearly ruined her reputation and destroyed her good name."
Wang Qing's face was viciously ground into the floor by his foot. Too many people had died in this prison cell; even the soil was mixed with human blood and flesh. The stench of decay and the fear Yue Guanyi instilled in her left her whole body cold and trembling.
His Shuzhi was so good, she was the bright moon in the sky, yet she had been insulted by these filthy, lowly worms. How could he swallow this anger?
The cold light in his eyes refracted like blades, cutting into her body one stroke at a time. He wished he could wring out all her blood, break her bones, and mince her flesh.
Wang Qing had envied Qiu Shuzhi's meteoric rise, achieving in just a few months of entering officialdom what she couldn't achieve in a lifetime. Blinded by jealousy, she had fabricated those rumors to pull Qiu Shuzhi down from the clouds, not knowing this envy would also be her own undoing.
She trembled all over. After the terrifying methods of the Imperial Guard, she didn't have long to live. She was still alive, but already a dead thing.
Yue Guanyi coldly withdrew his foot, grinding it hard on the ground as if he had stepped in something dirty.
Chang'an drew his sword. "Your Highness, do you want to finish her off now?"
"No need!" Yue Guanyi's cold eyes glanced over, his incomparably handsome face as cold as a demon wearing human skin in the gloomy Zhao Prison. "Let her slowly wait for death here."
Chang'an sheathed his sword, seemingly accustomed to Yue Guanyi's cruelty. No one who entered Zhao Prison could leave intact; if not dead, they would at least be flayed.
Yue Guanyi slowly walked out of Zhao Prison, passing by cells filled with bloody human forms, all tortured beyond recognition.
Yue Guanyi wiped the blood from his hands with a handkerchief, his expression unchanged. "Are there still people in court gossiping about Official Qiu behind her back?"
"No more, that group is very well-behaved now."
These were all seasoned courtiers. Since Wang Qing entered Zhao Prison, they had immediately become as quiet as mice. After all, Yue Guanyi's evil reputation preceded him. If one provoked him, death was not far off.
Yue Guanyi took a seat, his fingers lightly tapping on the table. After a long while, he asked, "Has there been any movement on Official Qiu's side?"
Chang'an thought to himself, if you really care about Official Qiu, why don't you go find her yourself? What's the point of always sending people to secretly monitor her?
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