She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Two days later, a carriage with a black body and dark red curtains drove into Jade City and went into the Jade Casino.

The driver stopped his horse expressionlessly, and an unsheathed dagger stretched out from the curtain, which was slowly opened to reveal a face with a hint of a smile.

Eight or nine people knelt in the backyard of the Jade and Stone Casino, their heads deeply buried, their voices trembling: "Greetings, Lord Marquis."

"Well," the young man bent down and walked out of the carriage, smiling, "What's going on? Why are you all kneeling on the ground?"

He was wearing a dark blue robe with gorgeous cranes and cloud patterns embroidered on it, and a crane cloak on the outside. He was tall.

The weather was still cold, and it was cloudy today, with some white fog, which made his handsome face look even more out of this world.

His fair skin, dark eyes and kind smile made him look like a harmless scholar.

Although the voice was soft, her thin lips were slightly curled up at this moment, and her brows and eyes were filled with a calmness like a pool of dead water.

The kneeling man was even more terrified, and dared not say anything except confession: "I have acted carelessly, please punish me, my Lord."

Su Zhao's eyes swept over them lightly, with a smile on his face, "I'm not in the court now, so just call me Young Master."

"Yes, young master." The people below replied with awe.

"It's quite cold outside," Su Zhao jumped down from the carriage lightly and clapped his hands seriously, "Let's talk inside."

Seeing him walking towards the lobby, the people kneeling stood up and followed him, but he suddenly stopped: "I didn't see clearly just now, it seems that there is one person missing."

There was still a smile in his voice, but his eyes were extremely cold: "Where is Cheng Ying?"

The gambling shop owner didn't even dare to wipe the sweat off his face. He lowered his head and replied, "He's locked up in the dungeon."

Su Zhao turned around again: "Then let's go see him first."

The shopkeeper led the way in front, and Su Zhao walked into the dungeon with a calm expression. His spotless black boots and gorgeous clothes were out of place in the dark and damp dungeon.

The group finally stopped in front of a prison door that was locked with several chains. Su Zhao chuckled with an ambiguous tone, "It's hard for you to take so much trouble."

The shopkeeper didn't dare to respond to the compliment. He opened the chains one by one and Su Zhao walked in.

A young man was tied to the rack, his body covered in blood, almost dyeing his white clothes red.

At this time, he hung his head, as if he had fainted.

Su Zhao said in a cold voice: "Splash it to wake him up."

A basin of cold water was immediately poured over the man, and the pain and coldness forced him to open his eyes.

With the help of the firelight, he could barely see the person in front of him and gave a weak but provocative smile: "So it is the Marquis who has come to visit. I am sorry for not welcoming you."

Su Zhao turned around and looked at the torture instruments on the table, his eyebrows raised: "You are really stubborn. You won't confess even after all this?"

Cheng Ying's smile deepened, as if this was the greatest compliment to him: "Thank you for the compliment, Lord Marquis."

Su Zhao didn't look at him. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up a dagger, and continued slowly, "I just don't know if General Yu can still see your loyalty."

Cheng Ying's smile froze, and then she said angrily:

"Stop talking about those useless things. It's my bad luck to be caught by you. I accept it. If you have the guts, just kill me. I won't say a word no matter what you say."

"You have a lot of guts," Su Zhao praised calmly, and he pushed with his thumb, stroking the blood-stained blade.

"But if I really give you a quick death as you wish, wouldn't that be unworthy of the bad reputation you have bestowed upon me?"

He finally turned around and said, "I'm very curious. You entered Fengyu Tower when you were ten years old. You haven't seen Xia Ye in these fifteen years. Why are you so determined to embrace him?"

"Aren't you afraid that you'll end up betting on the wrong person? Then all the hard work you've endured over the years will be in vain? Besides, even if Xia Ye can ascend the throne, who knows that you've worked so hard?"

Cheng Ying sneered: "Everyone serves his own master. My Lord, there is no need to say these things. Such words have no effect on me."

Su Zhao sneered: "Each serves his own master? The master who arranged for you, a ten-year-old, to live in Fengyu Tower?"

"I have been deeply blessed by General Yu. If it weren't for the old general, I wouldn't have lived to be ten years old," Cheng Ying was not angry.

"My life belongs to General Yu. I will do anything he asks me to do."

"The evil concubine and the Su family have brought chaos to the court. Your Majesty has suffered from the Su family for a long time. I am loyal to General Yu and also loyal to Your Majesty and the Crown Prince. Even if no one knows, so what? I am still a loyal minister in the afterlife, unlike the Marquis who will be cursed for eternity."

"Clap clap clap."

Su Zhao clapped his hands, smiling, and his voice remained gentle: "So, you will never tell the whereabouts of the bracelet no matter what."

Cheng Ying thought of the person who had bought the red jade bodhi bracelet for 100 taels that day, and said calmly, "I know everything. Your Majesty, there is no need to ask more."

After he finished speaking, he thought of something and sneered, "This is all because of the rules that the Marquis made himself. This jade gambling house never records the buyer's information. Now there is really no way to check it."

Su Zhao took a step forward and came face to face with Cheng Ying. The firelight shone on their faces. His dark pupils reflected golden light and flashed a bit weirdly.

"Originally I didn't want to tell you this news," Su Zhao sighed, "Since you miss General Yu and the Crown Prince so much, I might as well tell you."

He turned around, and the voice reached Cheng Ying's ears clearly:

"The princes in the court were fighting too fiercely. The third prince was assassinated and died, the fourth prince's whereabouts are unknown, and the eighth and ninth princes, one pretended to be crazy and stupid, and the other became a cripple."

"As for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince," he sighed regretfully, "he has become a useless person. There has never been a precedent of a useless person becoming an emperor since ancient times. How can a useless person establish branches and branches for the royal family?"

Cheng Ying's eyes widened: "Impossible!"

Su Zhao had his back to him, his figure was stretched out by the torch, and his voice was also stretched out: "Why not? Didn't General Yu tell you that Xia Ye was addicted to alcohol and sex, and was incompetent?"

"If it weren't for the emperor's shitty love for Concubine Yu, would Xia Ye be worthy of being the crown prince?"

Su Zhao snorted arrogantly: "Now that your majesty is seriously ill, and there is no prince who can succeed the throne, what do you think I should do?"

Cheng Ying's eyes were red with anger: "It's you who harmed the prince, it's you who harmed..."

Su Zhao didn't even look back as a dagger accurately pierced his throat, interrupting his unfinished accusation.

"Find out who got the Ruby Bodhi bracelet," Su Zhao said with a cold look in his eyes. "If you can't find out within three days, this will be your fate."

A group of people didn't care about the dirt on the ground, they all knelt down, their faces pale: "Yes."

It had been two or three days since the incident, and Cheng Ying was the only one in charge of the casino that day. Even if there was a clue, it would not be easy to find.

Su Zhao walked out of the dungeon, thinking about the news from Su Jing, his brows gloomy.