Imperial Affair Bureau, interrogation room.
"Shen Hou, why persist?" He Luoshi plucked at the pipa strings, simultaneously urging, "Simply utter the secret passphrase, and you needn't endure the agony of the Persia silkmoth's heart-devouring..."
"Heh, a fool's fantasy!"
"Ha... Cao Zhengchun's schemes can never succeed..."
"I am His Majesty's own younger brother, entrusted with the Imperial Sword and the sacred scrolls, bestowed by the late emperor as a loyal subject. Do you dare to harm me?"
As Zhu Wushi spat blood, he scoffed, "At most, His Majesty can investigate for five days, and now, four days have elapsed. What other means do you have, pray to tell?"
Upon hearing Zhu Wushi's words, He Luoshi's complexion soured, and her fingers moved faster on the pipa strings.
Indeed, Zhu Wushi spoke the truth.
Shen Hou, with his ironclad resolve, was appointed by the late emperor as a trusted minister, armed with the Imperial Sword and the sacred scrolls.