Chapter 448 Let’s wait for mother to come back
“Yes. Princess, those assassins probably wanted to attack the three young masters, but they didn’t expect that the three young masters were not in the house and were captured by Sister Tangyuan. Live." A Qian said.
The three cubs relaxed a little when they heard what A Qian said.
Since those assassins are not here to cause trouble for my mother, they are not afraid of the assassins.
Mu Wanxi's lips twitched when he thought of the expressions on those assassins' faces when they encountered glutinous rice balls.
Those assassins deserved their misfortune.
However, when he thought that the assassin wanted to attack the three brats, Mu Wanxi's expression turned cold: "Where is that living person now?"
"It's with our princess. In the dungeon of the mansion." A Qian replied.
"Aqian, you stay here to take care of the young masters. Tangyuan, you go to the dungeon with me." Mu Wanxi said and stood up.
The three little boys looked at Mu Wanxi eagerly and told her with their little eyes that they wanted to go too.
Mu Wanxi noticed their eager eyes, so he bent down and touched the heads of the three cubs one by one.
"Be good, wait here for mother to come back." Mu Wanxi knew what kind of place the dungeon of the princess mansion was, and it was not suitable for children.
The three little cubs were touched by Mu Wanxi on their heads, and they tasted the sweetness and immediately laughed.
"Okay, let's wait for mother to come back." Mu Xiaoqi said with a sweet smile.
"Mother, you have to be careful." Mu Xiaomin arranged thoughtfully.
"We are not afraid of assassins, don't be angry." Mu Xiaoye said.
Mu Wanxi felt warm in her heart and nodded with a smile.
With these three little cubs, she is already very satisfied.
As for men, they are becoming more and more dispensable.
A moment later, the dungeon.
Gu Laoer was hung on the torture rack. There was no good flesh left on his body, and his whole body was bloody and bloody. If his chest wasn't still rising and falling, it would be easy to think that he was dead.
A short, skinny man stood in front of Gu Laoer holding a leather whip soaked in pepper water, panting.
“You still have some backbone!” The man was very angry. He thought that he had been in charge of the dungeon for so long, but he had never encountered someone as strict as the assassin in front of him.
He has already used all the punishments in this dungeon on this assassin, but in the end he didn't even get a clue.
Gu Laoer lowered his head and closed his eyes. A mocking smile appeared on his swollen lips, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I won't say anything. If you have the ability, kill me."
Seeing that Gu Laoer was still so arrogant, the man whipped Gu Laoer several times with a whip.
Gu Laoer groaned in pain, but still refused to beg for mercy.
At this moment, the door of the dungeon was slowly pushed open.
The man who was waving his whip heard the noise, quickly dropped his whip and walked towards the execution room.
Several guards surrounded Mu Wanxi and Tang Yuan and walked into the dungeon.
The dungeon of the Princess Mansion is not big, and including the torture chamber, the total is only one hundred square meters.
The man walked out of the execution chamber and saw Mu Wanxi and others coming towards him. He quickly quickened his pace and walked towards Mu Wanxi.
"My servant sends my regards to His Highness." He walked to stand in front of Mu Wanxi, and the man knelt on the ground and saluted.
Mu Wanxi knew this person. His name was Liao Jiu, and he was also a guard assigned to her by her father from the palace.
Because this person was good at punishment, he was sent by the former owner of her body to take charge of the dungeon.
If he hadn’t met Liao Jiu today, Mu Wanxi would have forgotten that there was such a person.
She remembered that Liao Jiu was described in "The Empress". This person was loyal and not weak in strength. In addition to being good at punishment, he was also good at gathering intelligence.
Throwing such a talent into a dungeon, the former owner of her body, is such a waste of talent.
(End of this chapter)