Chapter 566: Ice and Fire

Xie Jin hasn't returned home yet so late, which means he is still in the palace.

If it's just for government affairs... Xuanyuan Yao shook his head. It's not government affairs. Although the Lord and His Majesty have just returned, most of the affairs in the court have been handled very well by the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister. Rong Yu only needs to spend a little time listening to the two of them make a statement.

There is no need to spend much energy on the affairs of the Prince of Wei's Mansion. The evidence is solid. Xie Jin has made all the arrangements. The Lord only needs to send someone to the Prince of Wei's Mansion to immediately find out the whereabouts of the jade seal and convict the Prince of Wei of treason.

And these things are not so urgent for the Lord.

So why is Xie Jin still staying in the palace so late?

The more Xuanyuan Yao thought about it, the more worried he felt. A strong sense of uneasiness enveloped his heart, making him almost unable to stay. He wanted to ride a horse and rush to the palace to see the situation immediately.

But reason told him that he couldn't.

No one knows Rong Yu's temper better than him. If he dares to leave the barracks without permission tonight, he won't be able to move freely in the next month... Besides, he has violated military discipline once before the master came back.

Xuanyuan Yao turned around and paced, his steps lost their usual calmness, and became more anxious like a trapped beast.

Going to the palace is absolutely impossible. Even if A Jin is really held accountable, it will be useless for him to go, but it will only provoke the master's greater anger.

But if he doesn't go, he is really worried.

The assassination case in the Imperial Study is serious in nature. With Xuanyuan Yao's understanding of Rong Yu, all things will not be so easily fooled once they involve innocent lives.

Either don't pursue the matter, or if you do, it will definitely not be a small problem.

So, how is Xie Jin now?

In the anxious waiting, time feels like a year.

After more than half an hour, the two subordinates who went to the imperial city to inquire about the news hurried back and reported the same news as before, "Mr. Xie is still in the palace."

Xuanyuan Yao's face changed.

It was already late at night, and Xie Jin was still in the palace?

"But I heard that the commander of the imperial guards surnamed Yang was ordered by the regent to be beaten with fifty boards at noon, and then locked up in the Ministry of Justice."

Xuanyuan Yao was silent.

Fifty boards are not light. After being beaten, he was not allowed to go home to recuperate, but was locked up in the prison of the Ministry of Justice. The master has already convicted Commander Yang. As for whether he can survive, it probably depends on his luck.

But Commander Yang stabbed him in the back with ulterior motives. Those five lives are inseparable from him. It would be a good thing for him to die.

Just thinking about this, Xuanyuan Yao's heart became heavier.

Commander Yang has been convicted, so what about Xie Jin?

One is treason and conspiracy, the other is dereliction of duty... If it was just an ordinary fifth-rank official who dereliction of duty, the master would never get angry.

On the contrary, the closer and more respected the person is, the more stringent Rong Yu's requirements are, and he will never hesitate when he takes action - but this is not the point.

The point is that the reason why Xie Jin failed to do his job was not carelessness or lack of ability, but his own death.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Yao couldn't help but grit his teeth and hate secretly. Every time he asked him to restrain himself and pay attention to the degree, he refused to listen. Now, I'm afraid that it's all over.

If you fall into the hands of the master, even if you are a fox, at least you have to take off three layers of fox skin.

Xuanyuan Yao gritted his teeth, the more annoyed he was, the more worried he was.

He was so worried that he couldn't sleep at all.

At this time, Xie Jin was tossing and turning in a dark abyss. There was no sound or light around him, only endless pain.

What surrounded him tightly was simple and intense pain.

A cane fell on his buttocks without any effort, snap!

The swelling and wound opened up, and another scarlet streak appeared on the snow-white clothes.

Xie Jin's body twitched a little, his right hand tightly grasped the edge of the brocade couch, his teeth biting the deformed pillow, the whole person looked like he was fished out of the water, his lips were cracked, and his face looked whiter than his clothes... Well, his snow-white clothes were already stained with bloodstains, which looked particularly frightening.

Rong Yu stared at the bleeding wounds on his body, the scars on his back overlapped, and after three rounds, the cane pulled open all the congested swellings under the clothes, and blood oozed out from under the white clothes. There was no place to start.

And the back flesh was thin and connected to the bones, so it couldn't be severely punished.

Rong Yu knew the strength of his attack. It was rare for Xie Jin to endure until now with such injuries, but it was also expected.

He didn't say anything, and his eyes moved slightly downward.

The hand rose and fell, snap!

A cane fell on the bend of the leg.

Severe pain exploded in the leg, connecting the bones, and the pain intensified. Xie Jin suddenly raised his neck, and finally couldn't help but let out a painful wail from his throat. The whole person almost curled up into a ball... However, only almost.

His teeth were almost bitten to pieces, and his eyes, which were usually bright and shining, were filled with water vapor due to the extreme pain. Xie Jin endured it stiffly, and almost used up all his strength to nail himself to the couch, instead of rolling to the ground under the punishment.

Trembling, violent trembling.

Uncontrollable trembling.

Cold sweat rained down, and there were clouds of mist in front of his eyes. The black robe was blurred in his sight, bringing a color that made people terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

On the carpet with intricate patterns in the imperial study, four half-cut rattans lay there quietly, and no one cared about them.

Xie Jin didn't know how much he was hit, nor did he know how much time had passed. He only knew that he felt like he was in a boiling oil pan. His whole body was in pain, as if he was being fried in the oil and burned by the fire. The pain was so severe that his consciousness was blurred.

But in a daze, he couldn't help but wonder why the rattan in the palace was so good? It seemed to be stronger than his bones.

He felt that his skin and flesh had been torn apart several times, and only two rattans were broken.

Sweat was on his eyelashes and hair. Xie Jin bit the pillow and dared not let go, fearing that he would not be able to hold on if he let go, so even his breathing was trembling.

The imperial study was strangely quiet.

Rong Yu stopped, turned around and walked to the imperial desk to pour a cup of tea, and handed it to Xie Jin.

Xie Jin blinked with effort, and his eyes washed by water vapor were pure black, without the rebelliousness of the past, nor the frightening wild coldness, only endless fear of the man in front of him who kept inflicting pain on him.

His thoughts were already somewhat sluggish. Xie Jin took a long time to let go of the pillow, exhaled gently, wiped the sweat on his eyelashes and face on the pillow, and trembled to take the teacup from Rong Yu's hand.

"Thank... Thank you, my lord." His voice was hoarse, broken, and dry.

His slender and beautiful fingers were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the teacup. The tea was swaying and finally brought to his mouth. He was like a person who had been lost in the desert for seven days and seven nights, or more like a fish dying of water on the beach. He drank up the tea without taking a breath.

Rong Yu's eyes fell on his hand holding the teacup.

Because he had used too much force when holding the brocade couch just now, his knuckles had turned white, his fingertips were red and swollen, and his neatly trimmed nails were broken in two or three places.

It was really tragic.

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