Chapter 282: I Can Enoble You as the Heteronymous King of Southern Xinjiang

Chapter 282: I Can Enoble You as the Heteronymous King of Southern Xinjiang

The Mr. Si Meng they had been desperately searching for was actually there.

Unfortunately, they arrived too late and he managed to escape.

This feeling was terrible.

Although they did not directly interact with Mr. Si Meng, from the signs he displayed, it was clear that he was extremely cunning.

Mo Jiuye was incredibly frustrated that Mr. Si Meng had slipped away like this.

At the same time, he suspected that the person who had thrown poisonous powder at them on the official road was Mr. Si Meng.

Regardless of whether that person was Mr. Si Meng or not, Mo Jiuye knew very well that now was not the time to be frustrated.

He needed to further confirm if the man in white they encountered on the official road was indeed Mr. Si Meng.

"Was he wearing a white robe and a hood yesterday?"

The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang: "Yes."

With this confirmation, it was now certain that the man was Mr. Si Meng.

Unfortunately, this cunning individual had escaped twice.

If he deliberately hid, finding him would become even more difficult in the future.

He Zhiran noticed that Mo Jiuye had not continued asking questions, so she decided to make the most of the hypnotic trance.

While hypnotizing the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang, she realized that due to lack of rest over the past few days, she felt dizzy during the hypnosis and worried that the session might not last long.

Therefore, it was best to ask all necessary questions quickly.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the Mo family father and son?"

The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang: "Isn't Mo Qing already dead? His head was even hung on the city gate for public display. I only know that the sixth son of the Mo family is always by Mr. Si Meng's side, and the seventh son is detained in the Crown Prince Residence. The rest have all died from his poison."

Upon hearing this, He Zhiran looked at Mo Jiuye and softly said, "A hypnotized person cannot lie; he genuinely does not know."

Mo Jiuye understood this principle. He had not obtained any useful information from the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang, which was disappointing.

However, he still intended to ask more questions while he had the chance.

"Why was Mr. Si Meng hiding in your study's secret room?"

The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang: "He is the Empress's master. The Empress said that after he recovers, he can serve Southern Xinjiang and even give me a great surprise. Knowing his abilities, I thought he might be useful in the future, so I kept him there."

This meant that when interrogating Yun Li, her refusal to reveal her master must have been referring to Mr. Si Meng.

As Mo Jiuye quickly processed this information, he continued:

"Were you involved in the confiscation of the Mo family's property?"

The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang: "My Empress has some connections with the Prince of Heng from Great Shun. She once handed forged letters to the Prince of Heng, using them as evidence of the Mo family's treason."

When they hypnotized Yun Li before, they did not think about this connection and thus did not ask about it.

Now it seemed that the Mo family's confiscation and exile were indeed orchestrated by Yun Li and the Prince of Heng. Thinking about the persecution the Mo family endured, letting them die so easily was too lenient.

Although the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang did not directly participate, he was still indirectly responsible for the Mo family's misfortune.

If not for the need to ask more questions, Mo Jiuye would have wanted to skin him alive right then.

He Zhiran sensed his distress and gently held his hand.

"Don't get angry. We have him in our hands. After we finish questioning him, you can vent however you want."

Mo Jiuye solemnly nodded and continued:

"Where is the black Southern Pearl?"

Despite his anger, he had not forgotten about his wife's matter. Originally, their infiltration into the Palace of Southern Xinjiang was for this purpose, but they accidentally rescued Sixth Brother instead.

The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang: "It is in my private treasury." He was unaware that his private treasury had already been emptied.

He Zhiran was swinging her pocket watch when she suddenly felt dizzy and could no longer concentrate on maintaining the hypnosis.

The frequency of the watch's swing became increasingly irregular, making her feel drowsy.

Mo Jiuye immediately noticed her unusual state and assumed it was due to the mental fatigue caused by the hypnosis. He quickly took the pocket watch from her.

"Ranran, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

"I might just be a bit dizzy from lack of rest these past few days. It's nothing serious!"

While they were talking, the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang gradually regained consciousness.

His previously expressionless face immediately showed fear.

He did not know what had happened, only remembering seeing a strange object and then becoming drowsy.

"Mo... Mo Jiuye, if you are willing to spare me, I can enoble you as the Heteronymous King of Southern Xinjiang, with the title passed down through generations, ensuring endless wealth and glory for the Mo family."

As he spoke, the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang closely watched Mo Jiuye's reaction. Seeing no response to such a tempting offer, he grew anxious.

"Also, I can marry my most beloved daughter to you, so you won't have to worry about me breaking my word."

He thought that by saying this, he would greatly tempt Mo Jiuye. However, what followed was a sudden and fierce beating.

This action caught the Emperor of Nanjiang off guard, and he instinctively protected his wrinkled face with his elbow.

"Mo Jiuye... you can make any demands, and as long as I can fulfill them, I will."

Mo Jiuye ignored him completely, continuously venting his anger.

Of course, the best way to vent his anger was to beat the person in front of him so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

Although the Emperor of Nanjiang had practiced martial arts, he had neglected his training since becoming emperor, focusing instead on how to conquer Great Shun. Now, he could only endure the beating.

Mo Jiuye grew more and more vigorous with each strike, and the Emperor of Nanjiang failed to protect his head, losing several front teeth.

With a mouthful of blood, he spat out a few teeth.

When He Zhiran saw this, she felt her stomach churn violently.

She couldn't bear to watch her husband deal with the villain anymore and quickly turned to run towards the bathroom within the medical room.

While Mo Jiuye was beating the man, he was also paying attention to his wife's actions.

Seeing his wife cover her nose and mouth and run towards the medical room, he didn't know what had happened to her.

With a swift chop, he knocked the Emperor of Nanjiang unconscious and chased after her.

"Ranran, what's wrong?"

He Zhiran couldn't respond to him and rushed into the bathroom, squatting in front of the toilet and vomiting.

Mo Jiuye was shocked at the sight.

In his memory, although his wife looked frail, she had always been healthy. Today's condition must be due to the lack of rest over the past few days.

Thinking about how his wife had been working hard to help him, Mo Jiuye felt a surge of guilt.