Chapter 80 You Don’t Have the Final Say

The carriage stopped outside the gate of the Prince Regent's Palace.

When Shen Ning stepped into the threshold, she was still thinking about Ling Fengyang, and a terrible thought even vaguely appeared in her mind.

Ji Yucang's voice rang in his ears: "What are you thinking about so deeply?"

Shen Ning regained consciousness: "Ling Fengyang has neither a broken arm nor a broken leg. His body is intact, but he has not returned to Nanzhao for three years. There is only one explanation."

"Shouldn't he be the one who died back then?"

"Your Majesty, do you think he ran away from the battle, or did the late emperor arrange for him to go to Nanzhao?" Shen Ning turned her head and looked at him lightly, "You should have heard clearly what Ling Fengyang said at the eldest princess's residence. He vowed to meet her. Your Majesty, we can probably infer that the Emperor is indeed aware of his existence, and that the Emperor has also threatened Princess Pingyao with Ling Fengyang."

When Ji Yucang heard this, his eyebrows turned indifferent.

The late emperor had indeed made many careful plans to ensure the stability of the current emperor's throne, but unfortunately things were unpredictable.

His son was not as successful as he expected.

The late emperor seemed to have all his plans, but in the end he couldn't defeat the variables.

He poisoned Ji Yucang, thinking that he could control him steadily, and even planned his death. After the young emperor took charge, he could smoothly return the power of the government and completely eliminate his threat to the imperial power.

It's a pity that Ji Yucang was not threatened by him.

He thought that by arranging a chess piece in Nanzhao, he could bring the entire country's troops to serve as the emperor's backing in the future. However, Nanzhao had become increasingly weak in the past three years. Not only was it unable to be the emperor's backing, but he needed to turn to Yong Guo for help.

If the late emperor had a spirit in heaven, I don't know how he would feel when he saw the current situation.

"The problems we can think of, Pingyao can probably think of." Ji Yucang walked with her outside Jinlin Courtyard, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes turned cold.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ning raised her eyebrows.

"It's nothing." Ji Yucang's expression quickly returned to calm, "It's getting late, you should wash up and rest early."

"Ji Yucang." Shen Ning looked up at him, "Ling Fengyang is wearing the uniform of Nan Zhao's general. He must have rushed over after learning about the marriage of the eldest princess of Pingyao. Did he come with Nan Zhao's envoy team?"

Ji Yucang nodded: "Probably."

"Should?" Shen Ning raised her eyebrows, "You didn't send someone to check?"

Ji Yucang was silent and raised his hand to touch her head: "I'm going to ask Ling Fengyang right now."

"Are you going to ask in person?" Shen Ning was stunned, obviously understanding what he meant, "Didn't you mean to keep Ling Fengyang for the interrogation of Princess Pingyao?"

Ji Yucang said calmly: "An interrogation is an interrogation, and an inquiry is an inquiry."

Shen Ning was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

Whether it was interrogation or questioning, it made no difference to her.

Because since the regent is asking in person, he must get an exact result, and there is usually only one way to interrogate disobedient prisoners in the prison.

But these are not things that Shen Ning needs to worry about.

She turned around and entered Jinlin Hospital, still thinking about the antidote. One month had passed and the preparation of the antidote had been completed. If nothing unexpected happened, the antidote could be obtained in at most fifteen days.

Thinking of this, Shen Ning couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

I thought that as long as Ji Yucang's poison was detoxified, it would be a return of his favor, but then I thought of what he said a few days ago.

I had a vague feeling that I might owe a lot of this favor.

…

Arriving at the Penal Department Prison, Ji Yucang walked directly to the cell where Ling Fengyang was held.

His limbs were heavily shackled, and his range of movement was almost limited to the corner of the wall. Less than two hours had passed, and Ling Fengyang's spirit was much more decadent than when he appeared at the eldest princess's residence.

The jailer brought a chair over.

Ji Yucang brushed his robe sleeves, sat down on the chair, and said slowly: "Ling Fengyang, I want to talk to you."

Ling Fengyang looked up at Ji Yucang, his eyes narrowed, but his voice was cold and hard: "I want to see the emperor."

"The emperor has not yet taken charge, so he cannot be the master." Ji Yucang said indifferently, "You can tell me."

Ling Fengyang insisted: "I want to see the emperor."

"Ling Fengyang." Ji Yucang's eyebrows were stern, and a cold and ruthless color flashed across his eyes, "You escaped from the battle three years ago, causing the entire army to be wiped out, and you, Jin Chan, escaped from the Yong Kingdom and went to Nanzhao to become a general. This is a serious crime of treason and collaboration with the enemy. , even if there is no one else in your Ling family, you should still be punished by Ling Chi according to law."

Ling Fengyang's eyes flashed slightly: "I did not run away from the battlefield, nor did I collaborate with the enemy and treason."

"It doesn't matter what you say." Ji Yucang said coldly, "Here comes someone."

Two jailers walked in and bowed to the order.

"Break one of his legs first."

"yes."

Ling Fengyang's eyes narrowed suddenly as he watched the jailer walk in with a solid wooden stick. It was not a whip for interrogation, but a stick that could break a leg in a few blows.

He shouted hoarsely: "Prince Regent, you can't do this to me. I am the general of the Yong Kingdom. I went to Nanzhao on the order of the late emperor. My purpose is to help the emperor get Nanzhao - ah!"

A stick hit his knee hard, and Ling Fengyang screamed in pain.

Ji Yu said calmly: "Stop."

The jailer stood by dragging his stick.

Ling Fengyang's face turned pale in pain, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and one leg was spasming constantly due to the severe pain.

"There is no sand in my eyes." Ji Yucang's voice was indifferent, "If you dare to tell a lie in front of me, I will make you regret coming to this world."

Ling Fengyang gritted his teeth, his handcuffs clanged under the violent movement, but it did not cover his painful and rapid breathing.

Ji Yucang ignored his pain and asked calmly: "Were you the one who was shot to death by arrows three years ago?"

Ling Fengyang gritted his teeth, cold sweat kept dripping: "No."

Ji Yucang asked again: "Are you one of the ten envoys from Nanzhao this time?"

Ling Fengyang nodded: "Yes."

"In addition to the verbal agreement of the late emperor to you, what evidence do you have to prove that you are following the late emperor's will and not treason yourself?"

Ling Fengyang leaned against the wall and panted, his voice almost squeezed out from his teeth: "There is an edict written by the late emperor, this edict is not with me, I must wait until I see the emperor, I will... I will take it out."

"What is your relationship with the loyal and brave marquis who came with you?"

Loyal and brave marquis?

Ling Fengyang's face was pale, and he raised his head slowly, looking at Ji Yucang: "How could the regent be interested in such a person?"

Ji Yucang's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to signal.

The jailer raised his stick and hit him again.

"Ah--" Ling Fengyang's tragic scream almost overturned the cell, and the sound of broken bones was crisp, but it was almost ignored in his wailing that almost broke the wind.

Ji Yucang was not in a hurry, and waited patiently.

Ling Fengyang's whole body seemed to be pulled out of the water, his right leg trembled uncontrollably, spasmed, and the excruciating pain made him tremble uncontrollably.

"This king asks, you answer." Ji Yucang said indifferently, "You don't have to ask more questions that you shouldn't ask."