Qin Jiaoxi walked into the dungeon, frowning slightly.
The vague smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.
Lieutenant Chen actually imprisoned Princess Jiu in such a place. Isn't it a bit excessive?
Bo Jiming seemed to have noticed her concerns: "This is already very good. If you saw the place where your father was imprisoned, you would think that this place is paradise!"
Qin Jiaoxi didn't dare to think deeply.
She walked to the door of the cell where Xunjiu was imprisoned and said in a deep voice: "When did you know that dad was in the dungeon of Qin Xiang's Mansion? Have you seen him, right?"
Xunjiu raised his hand and touched his burning cheek, humming: "So what?"
Qin Jiaoxi: "You knew he was being imprisoned, so you let the impostor in today, and wanted him to pretend to be my father and my junior uncle in the bridal chamber?"
Xunjiu tilted his head: "Me? No, no, no, you're overthinking. I didn't arrange any of this. The only thing I did was deliver messages for others. How did I know that there was something wrong with the person who asked me to deliver the message? After all,
That's your mother!"
"Qin Jiaoxi, if I make any mistakes today, you will definitely be involved!"
But Qin Jiaoxi was still counting on her fingers and said: "Today is my father's wedding. The Yue family wants to find someone with the same figure as him. It won't take three to five days to do it. You need the help of the nuns in the palace."
This plan will last at least six days!"
"In other words, you knew five days ago that my father was imprisoned in the dungeon of Qin Xiangfu, but you didn't say a word, didn't ask for help, and didn't tell me. Ha, good, I understand!"
Qin Jiaoxi took a step back and turned to look at Bo Jiming: "Do you still owe her your life?"
Bo Jiming shook his head: "I paid it back a long time ago!"
I paid it back last time I was at the hunting ground.
Later, because of this affection, he showed mercy to her many times, which was enough.
Qin Jiaoxi said: "Since I have paid it back, please give her the same torture that my father endured!"
After a pause: "Just press the five-day limit!"
Xunjiu was stunned for a moment, then rushed over and grabbed the cell door: "How dare you!!"
"Qin Jiaoxi, do you dare to touch me? I am Princess Jiu, the biological daughter of the Holy Emperor, and the former Ninth Princess. You -"
Qin Jiaoxi pulled out Bo Jiming's long knife with a "swish" and placed it on Xunjiu's neck.
"Just give it a try?"
Xunjiu's hair stood on end instantly, and he looked at the knife on his neck tremblingly: "You, you..."
Qin Jiaoxi slowly drew the knife, leaving a red mark on her neck: "What? Do you think I have already cut you twice, do you still care about the next number?"
She suddenly lowered her voice: "Or, you want me to torture you, but you don't want your uncle to do it to you, right?"
"Do you think he can still have some friendship with you if he doesn't do anything to you?"
"It seems you are more naive than me!"
Qin Jiaoxi turned around and returned the long knife to Bo Jiming: "I remember that my father had nineteen stab wounds on his body, right?"
Bo Jiming nodded and cut Xunjiu's shoulder: "This is the shallowest place!"
Then he made a cut on her calf: "The meridians here are broken!"
Then came the arm: "The knife wound here contains poison that is difficult to heal..."
After slashing her dozens of times, Bo Jiming slowly took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from the long knife, then threw the handkerchief away.
In fact, every cut he made was not deep, and with Axiu's ability, she could recover in three to five days.
But each cut deeply cut off the last extravagant hope in Xunjiu's heart.
It turns out that she is really just a supporting role?
