After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Chapter 66

The Department of Punishment is a very special institution in the palace, because it has three departments at the same time.

Inner Court, Dali Temple, and Zongzheng Temple.

When a maid and eunuch in the palace made a big mistake, the inner court could ask the Department of Punishment to torture her.

If the empress in the harem and the eunuch above the fifth rank in the inner court committed a crime and were inconvenient to be escorted out of the palace, Dali Temple could ask the Department of Punishment to conduct criminal detention and review on their behalf.

In addition, when princes and princes commit crimes, Zongzheng Temple will generally appoint the Department of Punishment to conduct the first trial.

It stands to reason that the Forbidden Army only has the obligation to guard the Punishment Department, but has no right to use the Punishment Department unless there is the emperor's will.

Therefore, Ye Qinghuai did not think of the Punishment Department at first.

There are many secret methods in the Punishment Department. Ye Qinghuai once heard Empress Dowager Jingmin mention one or two, which is very scary.

If Qin Baozhu was really brought into the Punishment Department, even if he could escape death, he might be living.

Ye Qinghuai didn't dare to think about it.

The group soon arrived at the Punishment Department.

The door of the Punishment Division was not big, and there were two dim lights in the stone lamps outside the door, with a guard guarding each side. Seeing Ye Qinghuai, he immediately knelt down and saluted Ye Qinghuai, holding his knife.

Ye Qinghuai didn't even look at the guards, walked in quickly across the threshold, and went straight to the room of the main hall master.

The staple food was eating alone in the house, seeing Ye Qinghuai pushing the door in with so many people, all the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground, he quickly got up and bowed down.

"Did the imperial guards escort Lan Guiren here at noon today?" Ye Qinghuai asked eagerly, straight to the point.

The principal was startled, sweat dripped from his forehead instantly, and he stammered and asked, "Lan... Lan Guiren?"

"There is only this master in my harem, don't you know?" Ye Qinghuai asked sharply.

The chief officer's face changed suddenly, and he immediately knelt down with his front raised, kowtowed like garlic, and said: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, it really has nothing to do with the officials! The imperial guards said that they were ordered by the Dali Temple to borrow the punishment from the Punishment Department." The place tortures the spies who sneaked into the palace, I really don’t know it’s Lan Guiren! If I know it’s Lan Guiren...”

"Where's the person?" Ye Qinghuai cut off his weeping explanation.

"Here, down there..."

"Take me to see." Ye Qinghuai's voice trembled imperceptibly.

She had already guessed Qin Baozhu's situation from the panicked eyes of the principal, but she couldn't believe it.

The chief hurriedly got up from the ground, lifted a small lamp from the table and led Ye Qinghuai and the others down the dungeon of the Punishment Division.

Although this dungeon is not big, there is a gloomy and mysterious atmosphere everywhere, and Ye Qinghuai is keenly aware of the smell of blood in the air.

The master stopped at the door of the first room. He stood at the door with a lamp in his hand, with his head down, not daring to look at Ye Qinghuai.

Ye Qinghuai pushed open the door, and a gust of cold air rushed towards her face.

There are five stone beds lined up in the room, and there is a small window on the top of the wall, through which the moonlight shines on the stone beds.

It's the morgue.

On one of the stone beds lay a body covered with a rough white cloth.

Ye Qinghuai's breathing suddenly suffocated.

She swayed, walked to the stone bed in a daze, and slowly lifted the white cloth.

Under the white cloth was a face she was all too familiar with.

Qin Baozhu was lying there, his face was as white as a piece of paper, and there was faint blood on the corner of his mouth.

Those big lively eyes were closed forever.

She will never show Ye Qinghuai a sly and bright smile again.

Ye Qinghuai's hand hangs down feebly.

Qin Yang, who had been following Ye Qinghuai, suddenly rushed out of the crowd, staggered to the side of the stone bed, and looked at the corpse on the stone bed in disbelief.

"Baby..." Qin Yang murmured softly.

He raised his head to look at Ye Qinghuai, his eyes were full of chaos, and he asked, "Is it her?"

His voice was very soft, a little vain, and a little choked up.

Ye Qinghuai didn't dare to look into his eyes.She saw a distressing, almost pleading urgency in his eyes.

Desperately hoping to get Ye Qinghuai's denial.

Ye Qinghuai cast aside her eyes and lowered her head, said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

A feeling of despair surfaced on Qin Yang's face, and something seemed to shatter in his eyes.

His legs went limp, he knelt down on the edge of the bed, buried his head on the edge of the bed, and burst into tears.

Such a tall man was crying helplessly like a child.

That cry was like a sharp knife, every sound pierced Ye Qinghuai's heart.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt that people always said they were distressed, but it turned out to be a kind of physical pain that could really be felt.

Qin Yang clenched his hands on the white cloth more and more tightly, and his nails sank into the flesh of his palms.The white cloth slipped sideways by him and fell to the ground.

Qin Baozhu's body was completely exposed to the moonlight.

Ye Qinghuai glanced at it, couldn't help but widen her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Her outer robe was stripped off, and only a white middle coat was left on her body.There was an inch-long blood hole in the chest, and he was killed by a sword piercing through the chest. The white clothes below the chest were soaked in blood, which looked shocking.

What was even more shocking was that the lower part of her panties was also stained with blood.

Ye Qinghuai frowned.

In her mind, the punishments that were said to be specially dealt with by the Department of Punishment appeared in her mind, those terrifying punishments.

Her heart seemed to be wrung together by anger, remorse, guilt and hatred.

Qin Yang also seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him. He knelt beside the bed, looking at his sister's body in a state of bewilderment, like a frightened child.

Then he saw Qin Baozhu's hand hanging by his side, and suddenly his expression was greatly distressed.

On the little hand that he had held since he was a child, there was no fingernail, and the nail groove of each finger was bloody and bloody, still dripping slowly.

Qin Yang raised his hand, but he didn't dare to touch her hand.

He has been in the streets and alleys since he was a child, and has suffered countless fists and knives, but he has never felt so much pain like this moment.

Ye Qinghuai followed his gaze and looked at Qin Baozhu's ten fingers. For a moment, she felt as if her internal organs had been sucked away.

"Who did it?" Ye Qinghuai turned around and looked at the head of the Punishment Department.

Her voice was colder than this iron prison, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Two guards escorted the principal to Ye Qinghuai, without waiting for others to push, the principal knelt down by himself.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty is wronged! I really don't know it's Lan Guiren! The imperial army brought many people in and went straight to the dungeon, and I couldn't stop you..." The chief's head knocked loudly on the ground, The black yarn on the head fell to the ground and rolled to the side of the stone bed.

"I'll ask you again, who did it?" Ye Qinghuai bent down, grabbed the chief's hair, and turned his panicked face to her, asking word by word.

(End of this chapter)