C58

"What happened to Guard Wu? Was he angry out of embarrassment? Assassinate This King? " Mo Gu Han bent down to get closer to Wu Qi, using his flute to lift up Wu Qi's chin, making eye contact with him, gently looking at him.

Wu Qi gritted his teeth and did not say anything. He met Mo Gu Han's gaze and glared back but it seemed to have no effect on him.

Mo Gu Han retrieved his flute and straightened his body. He picked up the handkerchief from the tray, picked up the meat pie, and placed it next to Wu Qi's mouth. He said, "Eat!"

Wu Qi, his hand restrained by the guard, could only turn his head away and grit his teeth. Right now, he was in so much pain that he wished he was dead.

Mo Gu Han hated people who refused his orders. He immediately ordered his men to open Wu Qi's mouth, and stuffed the meat pie into it. He then forcefully ordered his esophagus, and seeing that there was a swallowing motion, he finally stopped, nodding in satisfaction.

"Did Guard Wu feel any movement in your stomach?" He wanted to see whether this usually calm and quiet man would have any other expressions, but unfortunately, he was disappointed.

Wu Qi was still glaring at Mo Gu Han. His face was filled with hatred. He wanted to go up and kill him, but there was nothing else he could do.

Mo Gu Han wanted to see him beg for mercy and cry, as well as that weak resistance that was like an ant. The first two expressions were blank, but the last one was not bad.

Mo Gu Han wiped the handkerchief in his hand and looked at Wu Qi with a warm smile on his face like a blooming flower in February. He thought for a while before turning around to look at Gu Mo Yan, who had been ignored by him for a long time. Of course, Mo Gu Han was the only one who thought this way.

"Come here." Mo Gu Han waved Gu Mo Yan over. He didn't want to go in yet, but Ximen Qingfeng was too annoying. Mo Gu Han narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes flashing as a trace of calculation flashed across his mind.

Gu Moyan had witnessed everything that had just happened. She could not accept the fact that her father had eaten her son's flesh, let alone the fact that the terracotta creator was standing by the door. Gu Moyan retreated two steps back in fear, the rejection in her eyes obvious.

Mo Gu Han's expression darkened, but he did not rush them. He lowered his eyebrows and said with disappointment, "Am I that terrifying to you?"

Gu Moyan did not reply. He did not dare to do so either, and remained standing on the same spot.

"Then... If Imperial Concubine Gu doesn't come, then don't blame me for continuing to do things that you can't accept. " Mo Gu Han's tone was somber as he set down the results for Gu Mo Yan without any room for negotiation.

Mo Gu Han didn't look at him anymore. He turned to the outside and announced, "Bring me a cauldron of oil. Use Wu Qi's disobedience to the royal decree, and cook!"

As soon as his voice fell, the quiet room immediately began to murmur among themselves. There were panicking, unease, doubt, and even watching a good show, but he did not speak up for his client, Wu Qi. This showed just how despicable the world was.

Soon, the pot was moved out of the yard and they lifted Wu Qi up the ladder. Wu Qi did not struggle but closed his eyes as he knew that it would be hard to escape death today.

There was a sizzling sound from the oil pot, and from time to time, a small drop of oil would splash out and fall back in. In this cold air, the air above the oil pan was a little thin, and even a few dozen feet away, it felt a little hot.