The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1141 - 1141 556 Young Master Exposed (First Update)_3

Chapter 1141: 556 Young Master Exposed (First Update)_3 Chapter 1141: 556 Young Master Exposed (First Update)_3 Xiao Hen looked at him indifferently, “Your name is Bai Kun, from Fu City, twenty-five this year. Your parents died three years ago, leaving you with no siblings or family of your own. In your younger days, you attended Master Liu’s private school in Fu City for two years, but were expelled due to your stubborn disposition. Afterward, your parents sent you to the Iron Shop to apprentice, but less than two years later, you were chased away for theft by the shop owner. You drifted from place to place until a master from a Martial Arts Academy took a liking to you. With decent talent, you acquired impressive martial arts skills within a few years. At the age of twenty-two, after your parents succumbed to illness one after another, you buried them and left Fu City. Since then, you have vanished without a trace.”

The man in the grey robe looked at Xiao Hen with a face full of shock.

Xiao Hen stepped forward until he was right in front of him, his handsome face excessively so, but his eyes were sinister, “How about it? Did I get it right?”

“No… not… I’m not Bai Kun!” the man in the grey robe shook his head desperately, but the paralyzing effect of the powder made it impossible for him to move at all.

Xiao Hen leaned down slightly, getting close and said indifferently, “Does it matter whether you are Bai Kun or not?”

The man in the grey robe was startled again!

Xiao Hen took a confession document from the wide sleeve of his official robe and a box of cinnabar ink as well.

A foreboding feeling suddenly welled up from the bottom of the man in the grey robe’s heart, “What… what are you going to do?”

Xiao Hen brushed off the confession document and, with his slender, jade-like fingertips, opened the ink box, then grabbed the grey-robed man’s hand.

The grey-robed man tried to struggle, but being under the influence of the powder, where could he muster any strength?

His eyes bulged like copper bells as he roared, “You’re an imperial court official! Doing this will get you beheaded!”

Xiao Hen: “Oh, is that so?”

The grey-robed man: “You’re insane! I want to see your superior! I want to see the Minister of Justice! You can’t coerce a confession out of me!”

Xiao Hen: “I haven’t hit you.”

“I won’t confess! I haven’t confessed! It’s not my confession… not me… you! You…” the grey-robed man panicked, his speech becoming incoherent.

Xiao Hen ignored his struggles and accusations. He wasn’t one of those whose exterior was cold but with a soft heart inside; his heart was dark.

Only, in the places where Gu Jiao couldn’t see, he didn’t need to pretend anymore.

Xiao Hen emotionlessly grabbed his hand, pressed it into the ink, and then stamped a bright red handprint onto the confession document.

The punishment room was where severe torture was meted out to significant criminals; ordinary criminals were not brought here, and those who were typically had their skin peeled off.

So that the screams of the prisoners could be isolated, the door to the punishment room was made to be very soundproof.

The constables in the corridor did not hear any noise from inside.

About half an hour later, Xiao Hen came out of the punishment room looking tired.

Perspiration clung to his forehead and neck, his chest rose and fell gently, and he was breathing briskly.

He seemed to be feigning composure, but there appeared to be a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

Seeing this, the constable hurried to inform Minister Xing.

Minister Xing hurried over, “Sixth Master, what’s the matter?”

Xiao Hen looked at Minister Xing with a complex expression, “I’m fine, but the prisoner… he took his own life out of fear of punishment.”

Minister Xing was stunned, somewhat surprised that the other party would commit suicide out of fear of crime.

“So, did he make a confession?” Minister Xing asked.

Xiao Hen, as if relieved of a burden, presented the document he held: “I have not failed in my duty. Bai Kun has confessed. This is his written confession.”

Minister Xing eagerly took the confession and scrutinized it from top to bottom, right to left.

The more he read, the more somber his expression became.

This person was indeed related to Xianle Inn; at the end of the confession, it mentioned the young master of Xianle Inn.

There it was, plainly written in black and white—Xianle Inn’s young master, Princess of Zhan Country, called His Majesty “Brother.”

Minister Xing was struck as if by lightning!