C152 (1/2)

”It hurts, it hurts!” The little Nezha was scared stiff, his little hands desperately trying to protect his vitals. However, his hand was too short, so he couldn't cover it. He was sweating profusely.

Upon seeing him play such a trick, Night Nine grinned complacently.

”Daddy, do you remember when you fell into the water and lost both your legs, you became poisoned?” Nezha asked with wide open eyes as he recalled the conversation between the emperor and Eunuch Gao he had heard that night in the imperial study.

Ye Jiumei's face stiffened when she was suddenly reminded of the terrible past, her heart was filled with doubt, ”Why does Nezha want to know?”

He had only told that story to Fishy and no one was willing to tear away the scars of the past. He had already ripped it off once and would not peel it off again, not even his most beloved son.

Seeing his father in such pain and not willing to talk about the past, Nezha hesitated to tell him about the conversation between the Emperor and Eunuch Gao. In the end, he decided not to tell his father about it, in case he couldn't accept the truth.

However, this was something that he couldn't say. He had to tell his valiant mother, as she believed that with her intelligence, she would definitely be able to protect her father and bring them away from the imperial family's plot.

”Your Highness.” Twelve suddenly appeared in the inner courtyard.

Night Nine nodded at him, then handed the little Nezha over to the six catties, ”Take good care of the young prince.”

Fifteen silently advanced and pushed Night Wheel out of the inner courtyard and into the study. Twelve followed. After leaving the inner courtyard, it was as if he had become a completely different person. There was no trace of gentleness on his face. His eyes were full of killing intent. He was no longer the same Ninth Prince who used to make trouble.

As soon as he entered the study, he saw the twelve assassins he had taken out of the palace lying on the floor. At night, Nine Demons waved Fifteen to the side, and he sat down in the middle of the study in his wheelchair. 12 offer tea and stand aside with fifteen.

”What's your name?” Night Nine drank a mouthful of tea, raised his head and swept the assassin with his fierce gaze.

As assassins, they had never been afraid of death. They had never seen anything like it. The eyes of Night Nine were enough to send shivers down the spine of the assassin. He lowered his head to avoid eye contact, gritting his teeth to hold on until the end.

Having received no answer, Night Nine was in no hurry. He waved at Fifteen. Fifteen nodded and stepped forward to grab the assassin's sword right hand, which had been broken by him. Fifteen's movements were extremely fast. With a pull and a lift, the broken bone in his hand was reattached. It was a very painful thing to have one's bones reattached. After 15 was done, the hitman couldn't help but squeeze out a few tears.

It was impossible for him to be kind-hearted and help the person who tried to kill his master. He did not have such an open-minded mind, and the Prince also did not allow him to do so. Without waiting for the assassin to recover from the pain, fifteen broke his hand bone again, then pulled it back and reconnected it for him. He did this several times in a row, allowing the pain to continue without interruption. In this way, even a man made of iron couldn't bear this suffering. His killer was stronger than a man made of iron. Facing such torture, he could only clench his teeth and endure it, occasionally letting out a groan.

”Fifteen, you're not ruthless enough.” Night Nine put down the teacup in her hand, glancing at Fifteen with dissatisfaction.

Fifteen's gaze became even colder as he continued to hold the assassin's right hand. Instead of breaking his hand, he started to break his knuckles. He began to remove his knuckles one by one, and the bones in his fingers were broken with kacha kacha … The sound sent chills down one's spine. Waves of cold air rushed to their heads, and they couldn't help but cry out.

Hearing the sound of his joints being broken, the assassin gritted his teeth and did not say a word. Night Nine's patience had been worn out a little, and the hostility in his eyes was getting thicker, he sneered: ”This king respects you as a man, but you should not have touched this king's people. Speak, under whose orders? ”