Confession

Chapter 14 - Confession

Xuanyuan Mingcheng took out a petal-shaped, pure silver key from the cabinet on the desk and touched it behind a row of cabinets. He seemed to have found something, inserted the key, turned it, and the cabinet opened.

He took out a wood box from the cupboard, went around the desk, and walked in front of Xuanyuan Chen and gave it to him. You must not delay the time. "

Xuanyuan Chen received the wood box in Xuanyuan Mingcheng's hands and hugged it. He bowed and said respectfully: "This son thanks royal father on behalf of Miss Xie first."

Xuanyuan Mingcheng instructed: "Chen Er, protect her well."

Xuanyuan Chen nodded solemnly and turned around.

"Chen Er." Xuanyuan Mingcheng called out to Xuanyuan Chen, and seeing Xuanyuan Chen turning his head, his calm face carried a bit of doubt. Xuanyuan Mingcheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he gave up. He waved his hand and said, "Go."

Xuanyuan Chen used his Qing Gong and dashed on the streets, only able to see a fleeting flash by.

The watchman only felt a gust of wind pass by, as if he had seen a fleeting afterimage. He shook his head, rubbed his eyes, but did not discover anything out of the ordinary, so he continued to knock on the door. Dong! "BOOM!" Waiting for the sound of the clapper to subside, he said, "The Korean tide is approaching, turn off the lights and close the door."

Very quickly, Xuanyuan Chen returned to the general's manor, climbed over the tall wall, and rushed straight to Xie Qingrong's courtyard.

The moment he pushed open the door, he saw Lin Mu, who was sitting on the chair and sleeping soundly, directly walking in front of Lin Mu. Just as he took out the wood box in his arms and placed it on the table, Lin Mu opened his eyes.

He took the wood box that Xuanyuan Chen had placed on the table, touched its surface and carefully opened the box.

A faint fragrance drifted out from the wood box. Lin Mu looked at the snow lotus that was still in good condition and seemed to be giving off a cold aura. He continued, "In 'The Collection of Hundred Herbs', it says, 'The snow in the cold lands will not disperse in spring or summer. There will be grass in the snow, lotus flowers will grow on their own stalks.'" "This is indeed the Tianshan Snow Lotus."

Just as he was about to ask something, he was interrupted by Xuanyuan Chen, who said indifferently: "Save him first. If there's anything you need, we can talk about it after saving the person. "

Lin Mu nodded, and instructed Nuan Xiang and Warm Jade to prepare hot water, scissors, and some clean kernels.

Lin Mu took out a small dagger, some gauze, and a small porcelain bottle of white jade from the medicine box he brought.

After placing the things on the table and disinfecting it, Lin Mu made an apologetic bow towards Xuanyuan Chen and said: "If you offend my wife next, please forgive me."

"No problem." Xuanyuan Chen frowned, and said: "The treatment of my wife is more important."

Lin Mu removed the snow lotus from the wood box and took out two drops of colorless and transparent liquid from the small white porcelain bottles, and dripped them onto the petals. He passed the flower petals to Xuanyuan Chen and urged him, "Give two snow lotuses to Princess Hua-Yang."

Xuanyuan Chen received the flower petals, bent down, and whispered into her ear: "Open your mouth, be good."

Xie Qingrong seemed to have sensed something and opened his mouth slightly. Xuanyuan Chen then took the opportunity and placed the petal into his mouth. He pinched her chin, causing her to clench her lips and hold the petals of the snow lotus.

Lin Mu used a pair of scissors to cut open the clothes around the wound. In a place where the scissors' blood had solidified, the clothes tore apart the flesh on the wound.

Seeing her open her eyes, Xuanyuan Chen moved closer and asked with concern: "Does it hurt?"

Xie Qingrong's vision was blurry, and she could only see a rough outline. It seemed to be Xuanyuan Chen?

She frowned as she felt a tearing pain on her back. When she focused, she saw Xuanyuan Chen's indifferent expression and eyes, but the depths of her eyes were filled with faint heartache.

Xie Qingrong shook her head, indicating that she didn't feel pain.

At this time, Lin Mu had already cut off all of the clothes around the arrow, and the arrow had also been cut an inch above the wound. He used the dagger to cut open the flesh around the wound.

Pain!

The pain of being slowly torn apart.

Xie Qingrong's forehead started to sweat profusely, as beads of sweat rolled down onto the blanket. Her face was even more pale than before, her teeth were tightly clenched on her upper lip, and no one even knew if she bit her lips, blood would seep out.

When Lin Mu used his dagger to cut off the rotten flesh from the wound, a bone-piercing pain engulfed them.

The process of pain coupled with the loss of too much blood made Xie Qingrong's head a little dizzy, and she didn't know when it would end.

A black shadow silently appeared and disappeared without a trace behind Xuanyuan Chen.

His cold tone reminded Lin Mu, "Lin Mu, heal her. This King has to make a trip ahead of you. "

Lin Mu's hands still did not stop moving, he only nodded slightly, and did not look at Xuanyuan Chen.

In the dark dungeon of Prince Chen's Mansion, the flickering flames reflected the figures of people not far away. Dressed in all white, Shen Haoxuan lazily leaned on the only chair in the dungeon, and the tasseled fan in his hands lightly swayed. Even in the creepy dungeon, his delicate features were terrifying.

"Speak, the purpose of your assassination."

Opposite Shen Haoxuan was a gallows, and a black-clothed person was tied there with all sorts of tied up. His body was covered with complex whip marks after being tortured, but he had his teeth clenched tight, his eyes not looking at Shen Haoxuan, obviously not willing to be easily taken advantage of.

This was a survivor that Black Turtle had purposely left behind during the assassination attempt.

Shen Haoxuan retracted his fan, and revealed a carefree smile: "Yo, your mouth is quite hard. I don't know if it's because your mouth is tough, or because my torture instruments are hard. " He picked up the long whip that was soaked in the fire oil and fiercely whipped the man in black.

Another red whip mark appeared on the black-clothed man's body. He finally spoke: "Shen Haoxuan, you're actually someone from the Prince Chen!"

"Oh?" Shen Haoxuan stared at the black clothed man with interest, the corner of his mouth raised, "Looks like you know quite a lot? Let me guess, you are from the Second Prince? Or someone from the Right Prime Minister? "

The man in black was shocked. Before he could say anything, he heard the sound of light footsteps.

Wearing a long, smoke-green robe, Xuanyuan Chen slowly walked over with an indifferent expression. In the dark and gloomy dungeon, his steps seemed even more leisurely and carefree.

Shen Haoxuan still had a cynical smile on his face as he leisurely turned around and said: "What, aren't you accompanying Princess Hua-Yang?"

Xuanyuan Chen raised his eyebrow, he did not answer his question, and only asked: "Received?"

Shen Haoxuan retracted the smile on his lips, and helplessly said, "No, this person's mouth is very hard. However, since this person knows my identity, he must have some background. My guess is that it's someone from the Second Prince's side. "

"Oh?" Xuanyuan Chen glanced at the black clothed man who was covered in wounds, and shifted his gaze, as though looking at him would dirty his eyes, and casually said: "Since that's the case, go on ahead."