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Xuanyuan Nian was stunned for a moment, but when he came back to his senses, seeing that Bo Ruchu had gone far away, he quickly chased after him.

Seeing that Bo Ruchu deliberately slowed down his pace, Xuanyuan Nian showed a slight smile, and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

Palace. Prison

Seeing that the assassin who was captured alive was still silent, a gleam of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the minister of punishment. If this person was not an assassin, he might have done something else.

"Wake him up and continue."

"This..." The censor in charge of the execution looked at the Minister of Rites with a troubled face: "My lord, if we continue, he may not be able to hold his breath."

"This official also knows, but the Holy Majesty has already handed over the case to King Wenxuan." After a pause, the Minister of Rites continued: "Do you want King Wenxuan to interrogate himself?"

Several people looked at each other, shook their heads tacitly, and accelerated the speed of their hands.

After living for an unknown amount of time, the assassin fell into a coma again when footsteps suddenly sounded.

After seeing the person's face clearly, everyone quickly stopped what they were doing, nodded and said: "My lord—"

After humming lightly, Bo Ruchu signaled to the others that they don't need to be too polite, and then slowly said, "How, have you explained?"

"The lower official is incompetent, please forgive me, my lord."

The Minister of Rites suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and knelt down straight.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also knelt down in pink.

"Get up, I don't mean to blame you." After everyone got up, Bo Ruchu continued: "If it's so easy for him to speak, it would be too disgraceful to him."

In the end, Bo Ruchu looked at the accompanying Fuling, his eyes slightly curved: "Dear little Fuling, I will leave the rest to you, be careful~"

"Alright, I'll show mercy." Nodding, Fu Ling walked towards the fainting assassin.

"Guys, if you stay here, remember to drink plenty of water, otherwise, I am worried that you will not be able to survive for a while."

Everyone: @#￥%...

At the beginning, no one really took Bo Ruchu's words to heart, but as time went by, everyone's faces became paler and paler.

With a smile on his face, MMP.JGP in his heart

Rao, the two censors in charge of the execution were both churning in their stomachs.

"Fuling~" called out, after Fuling stopped doing the matter, Bo Ruchu stood up from the chair and walked over slowly.

"You don't need to say more about your current situation, you know it well. If I let you send you out, how will the person who hired you and the forces behind you deal with you?"

Hearing this, panic flickered across the assassin's eyes. Although he still didn't speak, the changes just now have verified Bo Ruchu's guess.

"Even if you don't tell me, I know who those people are. I wanted to give you a chance to survive, but looking at it now, I don't need it."

Under the assassin's disdainful expression, Bo Ruchu paused every word: "Master of the Ministry of Rites, send someone to send him out for his 'good health', and make as much publicity as you can."

"Your Majesty, let's make arrangements now, and I will definitely satisfy you, my lord." At the end, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites hesitated to say: "The emperor..."

"This king will explain himself, is it possible that you are still afraid that this king will bite you back?" Bo Ruchu lazily glanced at the Minister of Rites, unable to care.

"I don't dare, my lord, you..."

Before Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites finished speaking, Fu Ling interrupted: "You old man talks a lot of nonsense, why don't you hurry up and throw that trash out?"