Chapter 721: She Was the Person Behind the Kill Order
“You’re saying she was from the Imperial Palace?” Feng Tianlan’s voice became colder by a couple of degrees. Was he trying to say it was Sister Lin?
The assassin’s still-intact left hand trembled as he took out the things in the Storage Ring and placed them on the ground. “This is her deposit,” he said, “Paid in advance, as well as a letter personally written by her.”
Feng Tianlan shot him an icy look and bent down to pick up the things. They were a Spiritual Crystal and a letter. The Spiritual Crystals from the Imperial Palace were polished to look like ingots in order to look good and impressive. The name “Xi” would be engraved at the bottom so as to let people distinguish between the Emperor and the common people.
Feng Tianlan opened the letter again and immediately saw the word “Kill.” Although the handwriting had changed, it still felt familiar to her. It was Sister Lin’s handwriting.“Did she give these to you in person?” Feng Tianlan clenched the letter and Spiritual Crystal in her hand. Her voice was extremely calm.
“Yes!”
Feng Tianlan chuckled lightly with a cold look in her eyes and said, “Kill him.”
There was nothing else to be asked in an interrogation at this stage.
Si Mobai glanced at him coldly and tipped out a porcelain bottle from the Storage Ring. He poured the medicinal powder little by little, starting from the assassin’s feet up to his neck. “Bone-eating Powder,” he said.
“F**k…”
Without waiting for him to open his mouth to beg for mercy, Si Mobai directly raised his foot to crush his face so that he didn’t have a chance to open his mouth.Since he’d dared to assassinate Lan’er in his name, then he must suffer a fate worse than death.
“Oh, oh, oh.” The assassin cried out in terror. He didn’t beg for mercy. He simply hoped for a quick death.
The Bone-eating Powder was very poisonous and unique to Bailan Alliance, who used it to torture prisoners during questionings.
When such a thing was scattered on the body, it corroded the clothing, flesh, and then bones within a quarter of an hour, until everything turned into powder. Scattering it over his body from his feet up to his neck was a form of torture for the assassin. He had to look on helplessly as his feet corroded bit by bit, traveling upwards little by little until he died.
It was a fate worse than death!
If he’d known that it wasn’t the Demon King himself who’d issued the death warrant, he wouldn’t have accepted such a mission, for he considered offending the Demon King as the most terrible thing in the world.
“Lan’er.” Si Mobai watched uneasily at the stone-faced and wordless Feng Tianlan. Perhaps she believed it?
Feng Tianlan raised her eyes and looked at Si Mobai. “Do you really lack confidence in me?” she asked.
Si Mobai bit his lower lip. He didn’t know what to say. He was just afraid. All his confidence disappeared when he thought that she wouldn’t believe him and that he would lose her.
“Mobai, I wiped out eleven waves of attacks from assassins and interrogated them ten times. The only answer I ever got was the Demon King from Bailan Alliance. I didn’t get any other answer.”
Si Mobai tightly grasped her hands. He felt extremely guilty. If he’d held her that time and directly destroyed that force field, he wouldn’t have been separated from her, and she wouldn’t have been hunted down for so long.
So long as she thought that her fiancé had sent men to hunt her down to kill her, even if she didn’t believe it was true, her heart would turn cold, and she’d be afraid too.
But his Lan’er still ardently believed in him. Instead, he was the one who didn’t have enough faith in her.
Feng Tianlan looked at him and wanted to change the subject, so she said, “I heard that you sent love poems to Princess Zhaoyang?”
He cared too much, but he didn’t know how to explain. He’d never been good with words.
“Lan’er…” Si Mobai’s face fell. She asked despite knowing the answer. If she hadn’t asked him to personally send it to Princess Zhaoyang, this story wouldn’t have been circulated. However, in order to hide Lan’er’s true identity, he couldn’t say anything.
Feng Tianlan smiled and stood on her tiptoes to put her arms around his neck. She smiled especially brightly and brilliantly.
