The Tyrant Father’s Pampered Daughter - Chapter 390 - 390 Don’t Underestimate Marquis Yongye
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- Chapter 390 - 390 Don’t Underestimate Marquis Yongye
390 Don’t Underestimate Marquis Yongye
When the news of the little princess and the fifth prince encountered the assassination when they went out on the trip, the entire imperial court was astonished.
In the prison, an assassin who had survived was hung up on a rack.
The people from the government office doused the assassin with cold water. With a whoosh, the assassin slowly woke up.
The constable questioned fiercely, “Who instructed you to assassinate the fifth prince? Speak!”
The assassin sneered. “Don’t even think about finding out. Or, give me some money. Perhaps I can give some information then!”
“You!” The constable was furious.
At this moment, there was suddenly a sound in the dark at the side, as if someone had kicked over a stool.
From the corner of his eye, the assassin could only see a pair of black boots walking out of the shadows and a cold youth gradually approaching.
His eyes were condensed with black light, like an unsheathed sword that was cold and sharp.
It had a killing intent that seemed to look down on everything.
The constables quickly made way for him and cupped their hands. “Marquis, this subordinate has interrogated him a few times, but he refuses to confess.
“The other assassins can’t withstand the torture and are basically on their last breaths. This is the only one left.”
The constables were also puzzled.
It was strange that Marquis Yongye would suddenly take the initiative to be in charge of investigating the fifth prince’s assassination.
Ye Siming looked at the assassin and said coldly, “Then let me do the interrogation.”
The assassin looked at this youth with disdain.
“What can a half-grown brat do? Change to someone who has some say here, otherwise…”
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Siming’s figure flashed and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Then, before everyone could react, they heard the sound of bones breaking!
A few drops of blood immediately splashed onto Ye Siming’s cold and fair face.
The assassin on the rack began to wail, “My arm! Ah—!”
The constables were dumbfounded.
Marquis Yongye… actually broke one of the assassin’s arms!
The assassin was still screaming when the sword in Ye Siming’s hand was already pressed against his neck.
His expression was very cold, but his eyes seemed to carry a thin smile that was filled with determination to kill. He was like a demon king from the underworld, carrying a chilling aura.
“It’s very easy to beg for death, but you probably haven’t experienced the feeling of neither being able to live nor die. You can choose not to say who instigated you to do this. You just need to see with your own eyes how I break you apart piece by piece. Perhaps before you die, you’ll have something to say to me.”
After Ye Siming finished speaking, he didn’t wait for the assassin to react.
He took half a step back and the sword in his hand shone brightly. He waved it horizontally and the tendon in the assassin’s left arm that was still intact was instantly broken!
Blood flowed. Some constables couldn’t stand this scene and turned around to rush out to support themselves against the wall, retching.
Ye Siming was swift and didn’t hesitate at all.
Killing people was as easy as stepping on an ant.
Just as he was about to attack for the third time, the assassin suddenly panted heavily and shouted with a sobbing tone, “I’ll speak—!”
Ye Siming’s sword stopped three inches in front of the assassin’s eyeball.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows with interest. “Oh? You’re a little more incompetent than I imagined. You can’t hold on anymore after such a short while. Speak up then. If you try to fool me, you know what the outcome will be.”
The assassin was so frightened that he peed his pants. His entire body was trembling as he endured the pain, his face pale. “The person who instructed me was…”
Suddenly, the sound of a sharp blade piercing through the air came from behind Ye Siming.
He subconsciously turned around and reached out to grab it—
This was an arrow that had shot in from outside the prison’s window and was held tightly in Ye Siming’s hand.
A figure flashed past the window.
The constables came to a realization. Give chase!”
However, when Ye Siming threw away the arrowhead and turned around,
He realized that at some point, the assassin’s neck had been slit.