Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

An Jiu turned a deaf ear and only turned to Yun Qingluo and said, "Princess, my arm has been chopped off. You saw it just now. It was too bloody. The princess is pregnant now. If I throw it out, I won't stain the princess's eyes." .

Yun Qingluo nodded expressionlessly and asked coldly, "Is the person dead?"

An Jiu shook his head and said, "He's not dead. He's bleeding. He's already passed out. Even his mother-in-law was frightened and fainted."

Manager Wang's body went limp, and he crawled out crying on his hands and feet, "My son, my son...you bitch must die a good death, why are you so cruel, how can he live after you cut off his arm..."

Yun Qingluo sneered, "Hold him down. If you don't tell me honestly today, no one is allowed to leave this house. Manager Wang, I will ask you again, do you want to tell me or not?"

Manager Wang didn't seem to hear Yun Qingluo's words and continued to struggle to climb out.

Upon seeing this, Yun Qingluo ordered with a cold voice, "Since Manager Wang refuses to drink wine as a penalty, An Jiu, then go ahead and cut off the other arm as well."

Everyone trembled and looked at Yun Qingluo in horror. They wanted to curse but didn't dare. They could only lower their heads to reduce their sense of presence.

No one thought that under this kind and beautiful skin, there was such a cruel and vicious heart.

Yun Qingluo looked at everyone's hostile gazes, curled her lips and smiled like an evil ghost in the dark night, her voice was cold and bone-chilling, "Don't be anxious, no one can escape."

Then Yun Qing lowered her arms and leaned on the armrest beside her, with a cold tone, "Don't think that anyone will come to save you. This is a family matter of the palace. Even if the King of Heaven comes, I have to stand aside and listen.

What's more, your death contract is already in the hands of this princess. It is my princess who has the final say whether to kill or behead you, and no one dares to say no more. "

When everyone heard Yun Qingluo's words, they immediately panicked.

"Princess, this is none of our business, and we don't know who is behind it. Please forgive me, Princess."

"Yes, Princess, this is not our idea. This... this is all what the Wang Guanshi ordered us to do. Princess, please spare your life..."

Yun Tao used the gesture of passing tea to Yun Qingluo and stuffed a small note into her. Yun Qingluo picked up the teacup, blocked everyone's view with her sleeve and took a look at the contents of the note, her face became extremely cold.

Yun Qingluo waited for them to finish begging for mercy, then glanced at Manager Wang who was slumped on the ground with his head lowered and silent like a lost dog, and said calmly:

"Have you finished talking? I didn't expect that my village would actually breed a group of traitors. Those hundreds of strong men were secretly transported out to become a certain family's private soldiers in the name of starving and freezing to death, right?"

Everyone's pupils were wide open, as if they couldn't believe how Yun Qingluo knew.

Yun Qingluo looked at their expressions, and his expression became colder, "It takes a lot of food and money to support those people, so they continue to exploit you. You are indeed not greedy, nor are you colluding with them. You are just controlled by others. Your wives, children and The elderly at home have been fed poison by them, but if you don’t obey their orders, they will not give you the antidote, and your family will have to wait to die.”

Yun Qingluo added calmly, "Manager Wang, is this how your old mother was tortured to death by poison?"

After Yun Qingluo finished speaking word by word, she couldn't help but sigh when she saw Manager Wang trembling.

At first, she was angry and panicked, but then she realized something was wrong.

Whether it was the family members of the stewards or the families of the tenant farmers, there was not a single young man present.

There was only a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people, and seeing the stewards' clothing and mental state, Yun Qingluo knew that this matter was not that simple at all.

But now that she was facing the truth, she was a little at a loss.

It is a serious crime to keep private soldiers in captivity. Once this involves the General's Palace and the Regent's Palace, it will be troublesome.

What she fears most is that they will frame the blame. If she breaks this layer of window paper, the person behind it is likely to frame the blame on them and accuse them of treason.

The emperor was very dissatisfied with the general's palace and the regent's palace. He had great achievements. If this matter came out, it would be really difficult to correct it.

What's more, Mo Beichen is far away on the battlefield now, and the wind from the capital cannot blow to the distant border.

It is easy for the emperor to control them.

The people behind the scenes saw this clearly and knew that even if they found out, they would not dare to reveal it, so they were so blatant.

Yun Qingluo wanted to understand this and was so angry that she felt bad.

If we continue to investigate this matter, it will be widely implicated, and the situation will be out of control. So we should stop and accept this embarrassing loss. Yun Qingluo is not willing to grit his teeth and swallow it in his mouth.

She was really angry. If she found out, she would take the last name of the person behind her.

Anyway, she is not the one who suffers from boredom.

Yun Qingluo saw the housekeepers holding their heads and crying, and couldn't help but feel a little irritated, and shouted coldly, "Do you know who is behind this?"

Manager Wang spoke up, "The person who often takes over is a man in a black robe and a black mask. I don't know who he is."

Yun Qingluo frowned, "With so many people sent out, you have never come into contact with anyone except the man in black robe?"

Manager Wang shook his head and snorted coldly, "Didn't the princess find out everything? What are you asking us for? If the princess wants to vent, why doesn't she come to me instead of my son?"

Yun Qingluo glanced at them lightly, knowing that she could ask no more questions.

She had already vaguely guessed who it was, but she was still curious about what the people behind the scenes were doing raising these private soldiers.