The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 459 Questioning

Thinking of this, Jiang Wantang felt a sharp pain in his heart again.

Jiang Zhixu felt his whole body go numb and a chill piercing his bones when he was stared at by her eyes.

He pretended to be calm and said, "Rebellious girl, what tricks are you trying to use to torture me again?"

Jiang Wantang came back to his senses and smiled softly, but his smile was cold.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she asked in a cold voice, "Who...are you?"

Jiang Zhixu's eyes flickered, and a sinister smile stretched across her cracked lips. "My dear daughter, you've become queen... and you can't even recognize your own father?"

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Wantang stabbed his shoulder blade again and demanded harshly, "Speak!"

"who are you!"

Jiang Wantang checked his face and found no flaws.

As the dagger stabbed into his flesh again and again, Jiang Zhixu's screams in the water dungeon resounded through the sky, scaring away the flocks of jackdaws roosting nearby.

However, Jiang Zhixu always insisted that he was Jiang Wantang's biological father.

Jiang Wantang sneered at him, his red eyes filled with cruelty: "Someone come here!"

"Bring Jiang Wanfu here..."

Her voice was clearly very soft, but it was even colder and more biting than the chill in the dungeon.

Jiang Zhixu looked at her with a ferocious expression and said angrily, "What are you going to do, little beast?"

"what......"

Jiang Wantang stabbed him again with his knife and said savagely, "If you dare to curse me again, just wait and see!"

"Look carefully, your little beast is there..."

She pointed the bloody dagger at the dungeon door.

The guards dragged Jiang Wanfu, who was wet and dirty, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, in and threw her to the ground without mercy.

However, when Jiang Wanfu fell to the ground, she was still in a semi-comatose state.

The sneer on Jiang Wantang's lips was full of sarcasm: "Aren't you the one who always loves your precious daughter Jiang Wanfu the most?"

"If you refuse to tell the truth, I will torture your little beast to death in front of you, the old beast..."

"You dare!" Jiang Zhixu gritted his teeth.

Jiang Wantang sneered and ordered directly, "Cut off one of that little beast's arms."

As soon as she finished speaking, Leng Xue walked over, drew her sword, and with a swipe of her hand, Jiang Wanfu's entire arm fell to the ground of the dungeon, facing the direction of 'Jiang Zhixu'. It was a shocking sight, blood dripping...

"Ah ah ah..."

Jiang Wanfu, who was originally in a semi-comatose state, suddenly woke up in pain and screamed in pain.

The shrill screams echoed in the dungeon for a long time...

Jiang Zhixu's cloudy eyes instantly became bloodshot, and his eyes were about to burst: "Stop! All of you stop!"

"Let her go!"

"Fuer! My Fuer..."

He struggled frantically, the iron chains rattling in the water dungeon, and his wrists and ankles were rubbed bloody by the shackles.

"Jiang Wantang, let her go. If you have any grudges against her, come to me!"

"Fuer, she is innocent..."

Jiang Zhixu's voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, and veins on his neck were bulging: "Let her go!"

"innocent?"

"You want me to let her go?" Jiang Wantang sneered, his tone suddenly turning cold and stern: "When you killed my parents, did you ever consider that they were innocent?!"

"Have you ever thought of letting them go?"

She almost screamed these words.

Jiang Zhixu looked at Jiang Wantang with a vicious expression, knowing that she would not let him go, so he simply stopped pretending.

He laughed fiercely and said, "If they hadn't died, how could I have taken their place, risen to prominence, and enjoyed a life of wealth and glory for half my life?"

"If you don't take care of yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"

"If you want to blame someone, just blame their bad luck and lack of fortune... uh ah ah..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Wantang raised his hand and grabbed his neck.

Jiang Wantang exuded a terrifying aura of hostility, and her peach blossom eyes were filled with strong hatred and anger. She almost lost her mind.

Her grip tightened inch by inch, and she wished she could strangle him to death immediately.

But at the last moment, reason overcame anger and she let go.

His neck relaxed, and Jiang Zhixu gasped for breath.

Jiang Wantang curled the corners of his lips, looked at him with a cold smile, and said word by word: "Want to die?"

"You want to deliberately provoke me and kill you?"

"Don't think about it!"

"It would be too easy for you to die now."

As Jiang Wantang spoke, the smile on his lips widened, but his tone was icy cold: "Since you still refuse to tell me, then I will continue to torture you, that little beast."

"Someone, pull out Jiang Wanfu's tongue."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Wanfu, who was lying by the pool, immediately stopped wailing and cried out for help: "Father! Daddy! Save me..."

But 'Jiang Zhixu' did not speak, and was obviously still hesitating.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Wanfu cried and begged, "Daddy, please tell me, please!"

"Fuer doesn't want to be mute..."

“Daddy…”

Jiang Wanfu's face was pale as she curled up in a pool of blood. Blood gushed out from her broken arm, staining the dirty water beneath her dark red.

She cried and begged, using her only remaining arm to support herself as she crawled towards the edge of the pool.

"Dad! Please, save Fu'er..."

Seeing that Jiang Zhixu was still hesitating, Jiang Wantang called out in a cold voice, "Leng Xue."

"Do it!"

Leng Xue bowed and said, "Yes."

He then took out a small knife and walked towards Jiang Wanfu.

Jiang Wanfu crawled backwards in fear, shouting at the top of her lungs as she crawled, "Dad! Save me!"

"Hurry up and save me! Dad..."

Just as Leng Xue gradually approached Jiang Wanfu, the fake Jiang Zhixu suddenly became like a deflated ball. He closed his eyes and said as if accepting his fate: "I say... I say..."

"I am indeed not Jiang Zhixu, but one of his cousins..."

At this time, in the Golden Dragon Hall, Ji Wuyuan was leaning on the dragon throne with one hand supporting his head. He looked lazy, noble and indifferent. Below him stood rows of ministers in purple court robes, arguing with each other.

Amid the noise, a young eunuch quietly walked in and whispered something in Wang Fuhai's ear. Wang Fuhai's face turned pale and he hurried towards Ji Wuyuan in the hall.

Wang Fuhai whispered, "Your Majesty, this morning Leng Mei brought a man and a woman from outside the palace into the Empress's Fengqi Palace. They stayed there for a full hour before leaving..."