Eunuch Li no longer mentioned Qiu Xiaobei. After all, whether it was threatening the prince or in order to let Xiaobei come out as soon as possible, the truth about Concubine Zhou's death is the key point.

"All the evidence and clues were handed over to Neitingsi, but our people had already restored the scene one-to-one painting. Our people also took the lead in checking the body of Concubine Zhou. If it shouldn't be left, we will never let the people of Neitingsi see it. We will definitely find the murderer first."

Fan Chenxi still trusted his subordinates' strength and nodded without saying much.

"Your Highness, do you think it is possible that it is Concubine Zhou, or," Eunuch Li bowed down, pressed his voice very low, and said cautiously, "Master?"

"There is no need for Concubine Zhou. As long as she is more patient, this palace is already a disabled person. How can she inherit the throne? As for the father," Fan Chenxi stroked her head and smiled lowly, "How could he do it yourself and leave a handle."

Because there are many people who want to help him get rid of his son!

...

Qiu Xiaobei was tied to the cross-slave. I wonder if it was an illusion, but the scaling frame attached to her behind was very cold, which made her tremble in a thin prison clothes.

There was a dark table in front of her, with pens and ink on it, and a bucket of salt water next to it. The jailer held a whip dipped in salt water in his hand, and looked at her with a full of malice.

Although Neitingsi is compared to the Ministry of Justice outside the palace, in fact, if you really want to investigate a case, you can just call the Ministry of Justice directly. The staff of Dali Temple are enough. Neitingsi is more about punishing the palace servants who make mistakes. The various methods of prisoners in various prisoners become more vicious. The prisoners here will become seriously perverted over the years.

A man named Zhang, wearing a black official uniform, walked to the dark table and sat down. He casually glanced at the case statement on the table. His voice was a little sharp without emotion: "Do you know the rules?"

Qiu Xiaobei blinked and looked at Lord Zhang quietly.

Lord Zhang moved his throat and made a sound. The jailer who had been waiting beside him whipped at Qiu Xiaobei. The whip was thrown diagonally from her neck, and a trace broke on the spot. Qiu Xiaobei's muscles twitched.

This is the rule here. If you don’t need to say anything, if you beat the prisoner first, you will naturally become obedient. Then, you will naturally spit out everything you should say and not say.

If the prisoner is stubborn enough, or the prison guards here are unhappy with him, then the next thing he faces is eighteen kinds of tortures, and whipping alone is the lightest.

Qiu Xiaobei gritted his teeth and endured it. When the second whip came down, she shouted: "Mr. Zhang, your wife's son has passed away for many years. Have you ever thought of them... um!" The second whip left traces on her neck on the other side of her.

She smiled bitterly: "The colorful butterfly hairpin on your wife's head is very beautiful. Unfortunately, it seems that a corner has been broken, and you didn't ask someone to repair it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she almost bit her tongue.

"stop!"

Whenever she said something, her face became more and more strange. In the end, Lord Zhang, who was even a little panicked, stopped the prison guard who wanted to continue to whip. He looked a little bluffing and stared at Qiu Xiaobei: "Where did you know... know this..."

Qiu Xiaobei licked his lip that was swollen from his bite, and the whip marks on his body made him feel evil: "Sir, it's your wife, I told me."

"She said," Qiu Xiaobei's eyes began to turn red, as if blood would drip from the next moment, "She is so cold outside, why don't you open the door for her and let her go home!"
Chapter completed!