Chapter 233 - 231. Asking for Help I (1/2)
Third-person POV
The next morning, Lu Ping entered the Special Prison to interrogate Murong Qing. The second his eyes landed on Murong Qing, a smile spread out on his lips. He covered his lips with his fan and leisurely approached Murong Qing.
”What an exquisite view to behold early in the morning,” Lu Ping chuckled.
Lu Ping glanced at the guard that stood beside him. Without needing another word, the guard grabbed a bucket of cold water and splashed the cold water onto her face. Murong Qing slowly regained her consciousness but she instantly freaked out when she remembered her encounter with Xue Lang.
The burning pain on her head started to resurface together with the scars that the man in front of her left on her body.
”Do you sleep well?” Lu Ping asked as he settled down on the seat that the guard brought for him.
Murong Qing glared at him and could only growl at Lu Ping because of the barbed wire that Xue Lang tied around her head was still intact. The guard went behind Murong Qing and untied the wire under Lu Ping's command.
”Now, can you tell me the location?” Lu Ping asked as he leaned his back on his chair.
”…die…you witch…Qing Qing…saved cousin brother…” Murong Qing weakly whispered.
Lu Ping sighed tiredly and massaged his forehead with his slender fingers, 'Today will another hell day…'
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After several hours of being mentally tortured by Murong Qing, Lu Ping went to Weisheng' s study room to report to Weisheng.
Although Lu Ping's mood wasn't as bad as last night, nevertheless, Lu Ping's face showed how much distress he endured just from talking to Murong Qing. Weisheng passed Qi Zongguan a doc.u.ment that needs to be dispatched then Qi Zongguan was dismissed from the room. The door closed and leaving only the two of them in the room.
”Nothing?” Weisheng started.
”En, she still spouting that nonsense. She ridiculously so stubborn that I don't know what to do.” Lu Ping sighed and sipped the tea that he poured for himself.
Weisheng exhaled as he became more anxious regarding Hong er's disappearance.
”Your Majesty Emperor, are you the one who plucked off all of her hair?” Lu Ping asked as his eyes glinted in amus.e.m.e.nt.
”No, Xue Lang did,” Weisheng said indifferently.
”His Highness Prince Xue? Is that even possible? Do you let him in?” Lu Ping inquired with a visible confusion on his face.
”En,” Weisheng nodded his head in affirmation.
Lu Ping parted his lips to ask Weisheng another question but a voice stopped him from doing so.
”Imperial Father, this son had come for a visit.” Xue Lang gently knocked on the door.
”Come in,” Weisheng replied.
A guard opened the door for Xue Lang and Xue Lang walked into the room with a tray of food. Weisheng's eyes slightly widened when he smelled a familiar fragrance wafted out from the ceramic pot on Xue Lang's food tray.
”Imperial Father, this son specially made this chicken soup when I heard that Imperial Father have no appetite and skipped your breakfast.” Xue Lang smiled softly as he placed down the tray on the table beside Weisheng's desk.
Xue Lang opened the lid of the ceramic pot and the fragrance of the chicken soup intensified. Weisheng couldn't help but reminiscence the image where Hong er was standing in front of a stove, tasting her cooking and looked over him with a bright smile.
”Imperial Mother would be angry if she knows that Imperial Father skipped meals and buried yourself with works. I can imagine Imperial Mother saying 'Eat and take a rest! Or I won't talk to you for a week!' Hehehe~” Xue Lang chuckled as if he could hear Hong er scolding them.
Weisheng also smiled at Xue Lang's on-point impersonation of Hong er. He could imagine Hong er stood in front of him with her brows furrowed into a cute frown and both of her hands on her waist, threatening the emperor with such an adorable threat.