The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

He couldn't help it, but the assassin's mouth was astonishingly hard, even though he was treated so cruelly, he still didn't reveal a single word.

If he doesn't use severe punishment, he will be gone.

If the information could be obtained as soon as possible, Fang Xuanling would not be bothered to do these cruel tortures. After all, human hearts are made of meat, and Fang Xuanling did not want to be punished after death.

Li Kuan didn't say anything, walked up to the assassin and tried to persuade him.

"You have been arrested, and it will be a matter of time before you confess. If that is the case, why endure these tortures?"

"Under heavy punishment, no one can keep the bottom line. Tell me who sent you here. Tell me, maybe I can spare your life."

The assassin said with a sneer.

"I'm already a useless person. Even if you spare me and let me live, it doesn't make any sense. Kill me and give me a good time. Don't waste time. I won't say anything."

Fang Xuanling walked to the side of the assassin and said with a sneer.

"Why did you become a useless person? It's not that you brought the blame on yourself. If you do it honestly, you don't have to endure these hardships, and we can still give you a good time."

"Since you want to be stubborn, you must be prepared to die!"

Fang Xuanling's words meant that he would not let the assassin go.

The assassin laughed wildly.

"Anyway, it's death. I just died to keep the secret, and it's a well-deserved death. If you want to kill, you have to do whatever you want. Don't want to get any news from me."

The desperate assassin no longer had the thought of living, he was going to die anyway, and the provocative death would be more dignified.

Fang Xuanling was completely enraged, scooped a large ladle of salt water from the barrel, and poured it on the assassin.

Salt water soaked the assassin's wound, and he couldn't help crying out in pain like a thousand cuts, his body twitched instinctively. I'm afraid it won't be long before the assassin will die and be tortured to death.

Seeing this scene, Li Kuan felt shuddering, he didn't understand, what was the assassin still insisting on, and couldn't help but said.

"Are you really not recruiting?"

The assassin gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice.

"Give up, I won't recruit even if I die!"

Fang Xuanling was quite helpless when he heard this.

There were many assassins who assassinated Li Shimin, but this one was captured alive. All those assassins swallowed poison and died. If this assassin is dead, all clues will be cut off.

Fang Xuanling set his gaze on Li Kuan, and there was hope and anticipation in that gaze.

Seeing this gaze, Li Kuan frowned and asked.

"Why does the Prime Minister look at me like this?"

Fang Xuanling cupped her fists and prayed.

"His Royal Highness, we have used all the methods we can, but there is nothing we can do about this person. Now we can only kill him."

Li Kuan nodded.

"Kill, this life is worse than death, and death is still liberated."

Fang Xuanling frowned slightly and said.

"His Royal Highness, if this person dies, then our clues will be broken. It is impossible to know who assassinated His Majesty."

How could Li Kuan fail to understand what Fang Xuanling meant.

"You want me to ask something out of this assassin's mouth?"

The assassin on the side laughed loudly when he heard this.

"Don't dream, I won't say a word."

Li Kuan ignored the assassin, Fang Xuanling said after a moment of contemplation.

"I have a plan, maybe it will work."

Fang Xuanling was surprised, originally he was just trying to give it a try, but he didn't expect that Li Kuan really had a way, so he said hastily.

"What kind of plan does His Royal Highness have, please speak up, and I will definitely obey."

The assassin on the side laughed.

"I'm not even afraid of death, but I'm afraid of your means, Prince of the Tang Dynasty, use whatever means you have, don't worry, I won't say a word."

With a cruel smile on his face, Li Kuan walked up to the assassin and said.

"Don't worry, you will definitely say it."

The assassin who heard this did not argue, but the disdainful expression on his face showed his attitude.

He is about to die, it is impossible to confess, the pain has exhausted his torment, and he is about to be relieved, how can he confess again.

"Crazy Prince, others say you are crazy and your brain is not working. I didn't believe it at first, but now I believe it."

"I'm going to die soon, no matter what means are useless to me."

Hearing what the assassin said, Li Kuan knew that this person was already determined to die and was not going to make any struggles.

Li Kuan didn't bother to argue, he took out his right hand and slowly placed it on the assassin's chest.