Xiao Tianhao licked his lips: "Forget it, Iâll go interrogate them again. Maybe I can still get something out of them."
For some reason.
The people caught from the Southern Border afterwards yielded nothing during interrogation. They even seemed to share an inexplicable understanding, as if all their testimonies had been coordinated.
Xiao Tianhao left.
The whole prison soon reeked of blood.
Chu Heng entered Bai Lanâs cell.
Bai Lan noticed him coming in and still had the mood to greet him: "Lord Chu, long time no see."
"Hmm." Chu Heng sat down on the stool, his steady face revealing no emotion: "Miss Bai, are you still planning to hide?"
"Lord Chu, I know you want to get useful information from me, but I really donât know more. After all, I came to the capital just to meet her." Bai Lanâs face was pale, her whole being seemed extremely fragile, like a patch of green in the snowy field, having lost most of its vitality, barely holding on.
Chu Heng looked at her: "If you wish to spare Bai Yaoâs life, you know itâs wise to cooperate with me now."
"Before things get worse."
Bai Lan froze for a moment, even her smile was strained. She lowered her head in silence for a while, then looked at Chu Heng, as if trying to see what he was truly thinking.
"Lord Chu, even you canât guarantee her safety, can you?" she suddenly said.
Chu Heng was not flustered by being exposed, calmly nodded: "Hmm, Iâm not confident I can keep her completely safe, but if this continues, itâs either you die or I perish, with no other possibilities."
"Is this how Miss Bai wishes it to develop?"
Under Chu Hengâs consistently composed gaze, Bai Lanâs resolute heart wavered for a brief moment.
"Lord Chu, I..." Bai Lan hesitated: "I would like to see her one last time, I can help persuade her."
Chu Heng didnât respond, merely observing her coldly.
Bai Lan inexplicably felt a surge of anger: "Could it be that Lord Chuâs previous words were all lies? All I ask is to see her, thereâs no way to leave this prison unless we turned into mosquitoes with so many people here."
"Or does Lord Chu not truly believe in himself?"
"I can agree to let you meet, but itâs not because of the things you purposefully say. You can take your time to consider your choices. I hope you wonât lead yourself to ruin." Chu Heng wasnât angered by her sarcasm, nor did he exhibit any extra emotion.
Bai Lanâs face gradually calmed down, returning to her usual indifferent demeanor.
Watching Chu Hengâs departing figure, her lips moved: "Thank you."
Chu Heng paid no attention and left swiftly.
After leaving the prison, Chu Heng, accompanied by guards, headed to the North City.
Chu family.
At dawn.
Madam Wang, carrying large bags and accompanied by the children, visited to see Ye Muyu.
Ye Muyu had rested for a full day and night, nearly recovered.
Though Madam Wang came over, she dared not speak too loudly, creating a gentle atmosphere that even made Chu Qingyu feel unaccustomed.
"Mother, youâre speaking so softly itâs making me more afraid." Chu Boâs leg injury had scabbed over, but he still used a cane for better recovery.
At his teasing remark, Madam Wang rolled her eyes, extending the Iron Sand Palm: "Say that one more time."