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Chapter 20 Interrogation
  "Yang Juan is so elegant."

Jiang Shaohua twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly.

Yang Zheng's face was red, and he had to bow down to apologize: "I have been busy with errands all day, and I was greedy for a while. I am really ashamed."

In fact, drinking in the security room is not a big deal. Chen Zhuo and Feng Wenming also often have a drink after finishing their errands! In the past, the prince often invited them to drink together, and Jiang Shaohua was still holding a glass and pouring wine. Yang Zheng doesn't have that much dignity.

Jiang Shaohua was going to find fault with him, but he caught him tonight, so there was no reason to let him go.

Jiang Shaohua put aside Yang Zheng, who was bowing to plead guilty, and called two deputy judges over: "I want to use the torture chamber to interrogate people."

The two deputy judges hurriedly accepted the order. One went to arrange the torture chamber, and the other stayed with Jiang Shaohua.

After Jiang Shaohua left, Yang Zhengcai stood up. His handsome face had turned the color of pig liver, and his body was trembling.

I don't know whether he is angry or ashamed.

It was rare for the police officers to see such excitement, so they poked their heads around and snickered secretly.

"What are you looking at here?" Yang Zheng became angry: "Have you finished your errands? If you haven't finished your errands, don't even think about sleeping tonight!"

The agents immediately dispersed.

Yang Zheng was alone outside the detention room, taking a deep breath and repeating in his mind, "Don't get angry with a ten-year-old girl." After reciting it thirty times, I finally managed to suppress it. Then walk to the torture chamber.

There are a total of six torture chambers used for interrogation, exactly in a row.

The torture chambers were all empty at night, so Jiang Shaohua chose the innermost one. This one is the cleanest and the quietest.

Yin Zhu reported softly: "Princess, Yang Juan is here. Please help the Princess interrogate."

The Yang family has been in the Ministry of Punishment for generations, and they are experts in using torture to interrogate. Yang Zheng also has some real abilities.

Jiang Shaohua didn't even move his eyebrows: "Tell Yang Wenjun that the two deputy judges here are enough. Please go back and rest!"

The two deputy judges quietly exchanged glances.

Yin Zhu went out in response and learned the princess's words word for word.

Yang Zheng was so angry that his nose was about to smoke. He responded stiffly, turned around and left.

Yin Zhu was unhappy and chased after him for a few steps: "Mr. Yang, what do you mean? Could it be that you are dissatisfied with the princess?"

That’s all for the princess. Even a maid dared to glare at him!
  Yang Zheng turned his head suddenly.

Yinzhu is thirteen years old this year and already has the stature of a girl. She looks at Yang Shenxuan with her pretty face. He was fierce and did not miss a point: "Let's go to the princess to judge the situation."

Yang Zheng turned back expressionlessly and strode away... He just ran away in despair!
  Yin Zhu curled her lips at his back.

A tall young guard came with a sullen face, carrying a short boy in his hand.

Yin Zhu looked at him curiously: "Brother Meng, is this the boy of unknown origin? He is quite handsome."

It's just that the hair is extremely short, which is a bit weird.

Meng Sanbao's biological mother and Yinzhu's biological mother were both maids of the late Princess Nanyang, and they had known each other since childhood.

Meng Sanbao hummed, not daring to delay, strode into the execution room, threw the young boy to the ground: "Princess, the young general has brought here."

Jiang Shaohua nodded slightly.

Meng Sanbao stepped back respectfully. When we got outside the door, we quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

……

The little boy got up in embarrassment.

This room was not big, but it smelled of coldness and blood. Various styles of torture instruments were hung on the walls, such as whips with barbs, blood-stained hooks, sharp nails...

The little boy didn't dare to look any further. He tried his best to steady his trembling legs and racked his brains to think of a way to survive.

"What's your name?" The princess, who was sitting on the chair, asked leisurely.

The young boy wanted to answer, but he opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out. He pointed anxiously at his throat.

Deputy Judge Pan Changqing squinted his eyes and sneered: "Princess, this guy is just pretending. Please interrogate Rong Chen alone for a while. Make sure he will tell you everything honestly."

The other deputy judge, He, was not to be outdone and scrambled to make meritorious service in front of the princess.

Jiang Shaohua glanced at the young boy who looked desperate, and smiled at the two deputy judges: "I will interrogate him alone first. If nothing can be found in the interrogation, I will trouble you to take action."

The two deputy judges withdrew respectfully.

The door opened and closed.

There were only two people left in the torture chamber.

Jiang Shaohua still sat upright, his eyes fixed on the pale young boy: "There is no one else but me and you. If you have any difficulties that you cannot tell others, tell me now!"

"I only give you this chance. If you can't convince me, you don't have to see the sun tomorrow."

This is not a threat.

This is a fact.

In Nanyang County, if a conflict offended her, the head of Nanyang County, there would be only one outcome. The young boy has a strange origin, and it is not unjust to be regarded as an assassin.

The little boy's heart trembled, and his eyes searched eagerly. Jiang Shaohua understood and said calmly: "You can't speak, but you can write?"

The young boy nodded wildly.

There was indeed paper and pen in the torture chamber.

Jiang Shaohua gestured to the table in the corner with his eyes. The little boy took a deep breath, walked over, and found a pile of paper and charcoal from the table.

He quickly laid out the paper, held the charcoal pen, and started writing quickly.

"What are you writing about?" The princess's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

The young boy's hands trembled as he was concentrating. When did she come here? Why is there no movement at all?
  Jiang Shaohua looked at the strange handwriting on the paper: "Every word you wrote is very strange, with many strokes missing. I can barely guess what the words are, but I don't recognize most of them."

"What on earth are you writing?"

The little boy was so desperate that he almost cried.

I can’t speak with my voice, the other person doesn’t recognize me when I write...etc!
  The little boy took out another piece of paper and moved the charcoal quickly. In less than a moment, a simple picture appeared.

There are only a few strokes in the painting, but it is extremely expressive. A tall young man is climbing a mountain.

In the next picture, the fence on the mountain road is broken and the young man falls from the mountain.

Jiang Shaohua took a look at the painting, then looked at the boy's small arms and legs: "Did you fall from the mountain? There are no mountains ten miles away from the official road. Also, the painting is an adult man, you look like he is no more than ten years old." "

The young boy looked blank and his eyes dimmed. He held the charcoal tightly, tightened the corners of his mouth, and lowered his head to draw a few strokes.

The sky, the strong wind, the lightning, and the scorched black figures struck by lightning.

So this is...

"Are you making a poisonous oath? If you tell a lie, you will be struck by lightning?" Jiang Shaohua speculated somewhat amusingly.

The young boy nodded vigorously, but felt depressed in his heart.

These words never sound true. How come a good grown man suddenly turns into a boy?
  Jiang Shaohua suppressed his smile and silently looked at the young man in front of him.

In this world, I am afraid she is the only one who would believe such ridiculous words.

After all, she was young again just yesterday.

(End of this chapter)