Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 208 Ingratitude and Deceit (43)

When Baili Weisheng was brought to the Imperial Prison by Gu Yao, the subordinates of the Eastern Depot had already prepared everything.

Looking at the indelible bloodstains on the wall in the dim candlelight, Baili Weisheng felt a chill run down his spine.

Gu Yao walked hurriedly from the courtyard, and the bitter taste of medicine still lingered in his mouth.

It was so bitter that his tongue felt numb.

This made Gu Yao's already bad mood even worse.

Looking at the lucky audience member who had been randomly selected in front of him, Gu Yao gave a kind and friendly smile and slowly sat down in the chair.

"Young Master Li, would you like to speak first, or should I do it myself?"

The man whom Gu Yao referred to as Young Master Li turned his head away and remained silent.

Gu Yao was not surprised at all. Most of these people wouldn't admit their mistakes until they were faced with a dire situation, and they were probably still hoping that their father could bail them out.

After all, this had happened several times before.

Thinking of the names on the case file, all of them young girls in their prime, Gu Yao felt a tightness in his chest.

He waved his hand, instructing his subordinates to use torture.

Severe torture may induce a false confession, but that applies to cases where the evidence is questionable.

Gu Yao didn't consider himself a good person, but he didn't need to show any mercy to these scumbags.

Baili Weisheng was pinned down on a bench by Gu Yao's men.

This was the first time Gu Yao had torn off his mask of kindness, revealing all his evil and filthy heart to this top scholar who had been in the court for more than four years.

Gu Yao usually believed in taking his time and doing things meticulously. He liked to use those instruments of torture, starting with the lightest and gradually increasing the intensity, to pry open their mouths little by little.

Even the toughest mouth can't help but let out a groan.

Slowly wear them down; when they can't take it anymore, they'll naturally become obedient.

Today, it's not just about interrogating people, but more importantly, about "making an example of someone to scare others."

Kill this "chicken" in front of us, to show those "monkeys" still in jail.

Incidentally, it can also teach Baili Weisheng a lesson.

He used to admire Baili Weisheng's clarity of mind when he first entered officialdom, thinking that if he protected him, the newcomer's path to growth would be smoother.

But in Gu Yao's view, today's incident shows that he went a bit too far in protecting him.

Baili Weisheng's past experiences were all too mild.

Since he had chosen the Ministry of Justice among the Six Ministries, these filthy things were something he had to face.

Compared to Ning Yi, her temperament is still somewhat mild.

Gu Yao was lost in thought when his subordinates began to subject someone to severe torture.

Since we're going to teach Baili Weisheng a lesson, we should start with the most brutal one.

As for whether this young master Li lives or dies, I'm sorry, that's not within Gu Yao's consideration.

In the flickering, eerie candlelight, screams, groans, and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the prison.

Blood was everywhere, and the heavy stench of blood filled the prison, adding a nauseating smell to the already stale atmosphere.

Those lucky ones who weren't chosen, who had just been so arrogant in threatening Gu Yao, now seemed to have their throats choked, unable to utter a single sound.

Baili Weisheng wasn't much better off; this was the first time he had faced such an inhumane interrogation.

The stench of blood mixed with the smell of urine, along with the stale, musty odor that had accumulated over the years in the imperial prison, was nauseating.

Baili Weisheng was restless and wanted to get up and avoid the situation, but was lightly pressed down by the people from the Eastern Depot.

Gu Yao turned his head to look at him, saw that the man's face was pale, and sneered.

The young man's eyes flashed with sneer, and he said sarcastically, "Baili Weisheng, if you are not up to the job of Minister of Justice, then go and ask His Majesty to transfer you."

The pale-faced youth stiffly turned his head, looked at the mocking young man, felt a surge of anger, quietly sat back down, and shook his head, "Chief Seal, this humble official is fine."

Looking at the person with tightly pursed lips and a pale face, Gu Yao remained noncommittal and turned back to continue watching the interrogation in front of him.

Compared to Gu Yao's previous interrogations, today's interrogation was extremely swift.

After interrogating this young master Li, Gu Yao also interrogated a traitor from the Eastern Depot.

For others, however, it was a prolonged psychological torture.

The thin statement was just a piece of paper, and when it was presented to Gu Yao, it was still stained with blood. The fingerprint was made by fingers that had been worn down beyond recognition, and it also contained festering and broken flesh.

Baili Weisheng glanced at the confession, his scalp tingling, his mind still filled with the image of Gu Yao in the imperial prison.

The prison was gloomy, and the flickering candlelight fell on the young man's handsome face.

Gu Yao sat on the chair dressed in a crimson robe, as vibrant as a deadly spider lily. One hand rested on the armrest, her fingertips lightly tapping, and the clean toe of her boot swayed gently. Her expression was lazy and unhurried, even somewhat languid.

He seemed to have long been used to it, even to the point of being bored.

Below were the prisoners. The one who was still stubborn had been tortured beyond recognition. His flesh was rotting and smelled burnt. His stomach was rotten. They used a red-hot iron to burn his flesh and then scraped it with an iron mesh, as if grinding meat, slowly and meticulously.

But the people below were already covered in fat and blood, their bodies flowing red and white all over the ground, the stench of blood and stench mixed with the stale smell of decay making it a nauseating stench.

The young man remained calm and composed, smiling, his expression unchanged.

Gu Yao took the two statements, stood up leisurely, and didn't change his smile at all. He even took out a piece of candy from his sleeve and put it in his mouth, looking quite happy.

Even Wu Yang, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard who came to assist in the investigation, was terrified by such methods. Seeing that he was finally about to leave, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yao turned his head again, snapped the candy in his mouth with a "crunch," and said with a smile, "Lord Wu, you've had a hard day."

The commander heard a crisp sound and froze. Looking into those clear amber eyes, he realized that what they were biting wasn't candy.

It's his head.

Faced with the young man's polite words, he could only smile awkwardly and reply, "You're too kind, Chief Secretary. This is my duty."

Stepping out of the gloomy prison, Gu Yao glanced sideways at Baili Weisheng, who was vomiting violently at the door, before continuing to look down at the confession in his hand, his expression still nonchalant.

Only after the person had finished vomiting did he hand over the confession to Baili Weisheng.

Looking at the hunched-over young man, who seemed to have had all his energy drained away, Gu Yao, who had eaten a piece of candy to suppress the bitter taste on his tongue, was in a relatively good mood and patted the other man's shoulder.

Baili Weisheng looked up in confusion.

Gu Yao pointed to the dark entrance of the Imperial Prison and solemnly said, "Bai Li Weisheng, since you have chosen the Ministry of Justice and made such a bold statement as to quell all cases in the world, then you must work hard for it. The Ministry of Justice is not an easy place to stay."

After saying that, Gu Yao didn't wait for anyone's reaction and walked out.

Baili Weisheng took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and glanced to the side.

Under the sunlight, the vermilion figure no longer resembled the sinister and terrifying figure in the imperial prison; instead, his cheerful steps resembled those of the most unrestrained and flamboyant young man.

Yet the solitary, thin figure exuded a sense of loneliness and desolation.

Looking at the slightly wrinkled confession in his hand, the two light sheets of paper felt incredibly heavy to Baili Weisheng.

This sensational case has finally come to an end after six months.

Grand Secretary Feng requested to retire due to his advanced age, but because of his meritorious service and the fact that Feng Yan was the only son in his family, he was spared the death penalty.

Gu Yao couldn't guarantee what kind of person would emerge from the imperial prison.

All I can guarantee is that it's alive.

As for the others, they weren't so lucky.

Those who should be exiled will be exiled, and those who should be beheaded will be beheaded.

In the autumn, the capital city, tinged with the heavy stench of blood, ushered in a new era.

The court, which was originally divided into two factions, has completely turned into a situation where the eunuch faction holds absolute power.

The surviving aristocratic families who were not affected all kept a low profile.