Cheng Residence.

The dark cellar was filled with the fragrance of the wine, mixed with the damp smell of the cellar, creating a pungent smell.

Although Cheng Yingzhi was a concubine, because she was spoiled by her mother, and because she had a lovely appearance, she was good at pleasing people. She had grown up daintily, and had never lived in such a place before, so she had always been impatient, sometimes crying, sometimes resentful, but she did not dare to act rashly.

The cellar door was pushed open a little, and someone came slowly down the stairs. A dim light fell on the dark steps.

Cheng Yingzhi heard some noise from inside, but was too lazy to go out and take a look. She lay down at the foot of the steps and turned to the bottom of the cellar in the left corner, where a bed had been made, with a quilt and a high soft pillow, and everything was arranged according to her boudoir and occupied half the cellar.

She couldn't tell what she was feeling, both frightened and angry, and faintly sad.

In the beginning, she had only wanted to marry the Yan King to become his official wife, but Xiao Yijin's promise had moved her heart. Furthermore, he was a brave and handsome man, so he had some tricks to deal with girls.

Xiao Yijin told her that Mo Wang was too weak and sick, and that even if he entered the palace, he wouldn't be able to humiliate her. However, the truth was that she was no longer innocent, and his greatest worry was that he wouldn't be able to pass his first night. However, after her first night at the Residence of Mo King, she realized that there was no trace of red on the white satin, and Xiao Yixiu did not point out the truth — why did he endure when he knew?

As Cheng Ying Zhi recalled, he was confused and confused. He wasn't even sure if she had really slept with Xiao Yi that night because his memory was like a fragment, messy yet unclear. However, that charming and gentle feeling remained in the depths of her memories. She was a little reluctant to walk out.

After that night, Xiao Yi Xiu stayed over with her for a few nights. He had hazy memories of her, but the cold smile on his handsome face was etched into her heart.

Later on, when Cheng Ying Zhi was escorted to the Ministry of Justice to be interrogated, he subconsciously tried to find a familiar figure in the crowd, but his disappointment went from despair to despair.

Xiao Yijin didn't come, and neither did Xiao Yixiu. Both men treated her so mercilessly, so she didn't know what he really was.

Cheng Ying Zhi withdrew his senses from the chaos in his mind. As his footsteps got closer, she began to feel that something was wrong.

The footsteps were leisurely and rhythmic, light and unintentionally concealed. It was obvious that they were not small steps that a woman would take to feed her.

Cheng Ying Zhi suddenly opened his eyes and quickly sat up on the bed. As he lifted the veil, he saw a white robe embroidered with a snow-white bamboo slowly approaching him.

She shuddered involuntarily and shrank back into the bed.

"Why do you have such an expression when you see This King? This King is pleasantly surprised to see Madam Ye. It seems that you have taken good care of her. "

"Wang... Prince … My Body... "Confess Sin..."

"What crime do you know? Because you're alive? "

Cheng Yingzhi trembled as she pulled the blanket over her, leaving only half of her face outside. Her originally pair of charming eyes were now filled with fear.

The veil was lifted and tied with a golden hook. Xiao Yi Xiu's handsome face had a gentle smile on it as he was just inches away from her.

"Don't come near me!" "My lord, I beg of you, a husband and wife are merciful for a hundred days. Even if you are heartless to me, I still do not expect you to save me. I just hope that you will forget about today's matter and just treat it as you never seeing me before and consider it as the end of fate between us …"

"This King has never been on good terms with you." Xiao Yi Xiu was still smiling warmly, but his eyes were cold.

"Then you …" Then what are you doing here? "Ming Zhu wasn't killed by me, it really wasn't the case …"

"This King knows that's not the case."

Cheng Ying Zhi was startled for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide: "You know …. Then why did he come here … Isn't it because I want to be escorted to the execution grounds? "

Xiao Yi Xiu smiled calmly, "If you die, what benefits does it bring to this king? Actually, whether you are dead or alive, it is not this king who should care so much about you – but are you willing to lead such a dark life ever since? "

"…"

"Perhaps, you're still counting on the illusory promises that Xiao Yijin made to you?" Xiao Yixiu's gentle smile turned into mockery. "Not to mention that he can no longer protect himself, even if he manages to successfully fight for the storage and one day will be able to ascend to the throne, do you really believe in a man that you can sacrifice yourself to be a spy?"

Cheng Yingzhi's face paled bit by bit, and the creases in her hands that were tightly clenched began to loosen as they slid down her body.

She looked at Xiao Yixiu in a daze.

No matter what kind of person he was, and what was his purpose for coming here, that sentence undoubtedly pierced the deepest part of Cheng Ying's heart.

From the moment she was sentenced to death, Cheng Ying Zhi realized that Xiao Yi Jin didn't care about her at all. The so-called promise was just a bargaining chip.

As for whether or not she would be able to make it or not, it all depended on how much Xiao Yi Jin needed her – for example, now that she was a useless child, she might not even be able to keep her life, but he was gone.

Even though he was later replaced by a prisoner on death row and rescued from the Sky Prison, Cheng Ying Zhi no longer believed in Xiao Yi Jin's sincerity.

He was still willing to spare no effort to save her, obviously because her father still had a little bit of value. This point could be seen from how he never came to see her again.

If he really was like a pearl or a treasure to her, how could he not meet her at the very first moment? The cellar of the Cheng Residence should still be safe.

"Ever since you entered the palace, I knew that you were one of Xiao Yi Jin's men, but Wu Yu and Zhou Zhen weren't on the same side as you. This King also knows that you did not kill Ming Zhu, but this crime must be placed on your head. "

Cheng Ying Zhi stared at him in shock, "You know everything? Then Wu Yu and Zhou are really people? "

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."

"I just want to know who framed me!" Cheng Ying Zhi jumped onto the bed and grabbed his arm, with an excited look on his face, "Just who caused my imprisonment, and even wanted me to die?"

Xiao Yi Xiu took off his sleeves from her hands and brushed them away. A trace of disgust flashed across his eyes as he said indifferently, "It was I who hung Ming Zhu's body in front of Wu Yu's bed. It was I who had you imprisoned. If not, who do you think would have the guts to come to the Mo King's Manor to capture him? However, a servant girl dying is nothing in the eyes of a rich and powerful family. "

What he said was right. In an ordinary family of gluttons, the death of a servant girl was nothing. After covering it up a few times, they would use some money to clear up the government, and then block the family's influence, so they could be considered to have passed.

The death of Yu Mingzhu had actually alarmed the Supreme Court and the Ministry of Justice. It was clear that someone had added fuel to the fire.

It wasn't that Cheng Ying Zhi didn't think about this, but he didn't think that the one who pushed this matter would be Xiao Yi Xiu and that he would actually confess to it.