AWB Chapter 222 They Can't Kill Me
Chapter 222 They Can't Kill Me
When the man saw Mo Ling let go of Ah He, he immediately stopped and caught Ah He.
Ah He kept coughing in his arms, tears constantly flowing out, looking so pitiful that it made people feel distressed.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this? Why are you hurting the young master?"
Mo Ling's eyes were filled with anger, and his gaze seemed to want to torture the two of them to death.
"You actually have helpers. I underestimated you. Come! Capture them for me!"
The door of the bedroom was pushed open by the guards with a bang, and a group of guards quickly surrounded Ah He and Mo Ling. Neither of them resisted, and the guards easily took them down and made them kneel in front of Mo Ling.
Ah He kept crying. Mo Ling's eyes were cold. He pinched Ah He's jaw and said in a grim tone, "Your crying doesn't look like a lover at all. Someone, come! Summon the Imperial Prison Officer to bring the torture instruments to Fengyi Palace. I want to interrogate this man in person!"
"Pass the order down. Even if you have to search the entire capital, you must find Qingqing for me!"
Ah He cried even harder after meeting Mo Ling's cold eyes. He regretted that he shouldn't have thought that he could replace Ming Qing.
"Since Your Majesty doesn't believe it, then just kill Ah He."
Ah He was desperate. In this situation, he probably couldn't complete the task. Once he was no longer useful, his brother would probably be abandoned by the host and his friends soon.
He was too useless. Mingqing had paved the way for him, but he couldn't go on.
Mo Ling smiled, with a bit of cruelty on his face, and looked sarcastically at the spy in front of him who only knew how to cry and whose face was almost exactly the same as his Qing Qing's. He did not have any pity at all.
"Want to die? Tell me where you are, and I will grant you a dignified death."
Ah He was crying so hard that he was out of breath and his words were unclear.
"No, I don't know!"
Mo Ling didn't care whether the person in front of him was dead or alive. He just wanted to find Qingqing. He didn't want Qingqing to be hurt again.
"How dare you be so stubborn! If you are hurt even a little, I will make you pay me back tenfold!"
Ah He cried and shook his head: "I didn't! Your Majesty, why can't you trust me just once!"
Mo Ling sneered: "Why would I trust a spy?"
Ah He's tears kept falling and his voice was intermittent.
"At the beginning, Your Majesty, didn't you also think that Ming-Ming Qing was a spy?"
Mo Ling's pupils suddenly contracted. How could this person know? He did think Ming Qing was a spy sent by the Grand Tutor to be by his side, so he treated Qing Qing poorly.
"What else do you know! Tell me!" Mo Ling said sternly.
Ah He was frightened by Mo Ling and his mind suddenly went blank, and he couldn't say anything.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. The young master is timid. If Your Majesty scares him into something bad, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain to the Prime Minister and the Princess."
Mo Ling then looked at the other person who was forced to kneel on the ground. This person had an extremely ordinary face, the kind that would be hard to find if thrown into a crowd of people.
"Who the hell are you? How can you threaten me?"
"I dare not, but Your Majesty, do you want to kill Ah He after killing Ming Qing? Even if Your Majesty does not care, please consider the Prime Minister and the Princess."
"After losing Ming Qing, can they bear the pain of losing their son again?"
There was a hint of madness in Mo Ling's black pupils. He wished he could cut these two people into pieces. They had deceived him first, and then dared to pretend to be his beloved and hurt him. Their crime was unforgivable!
He reached out and took the blade from the guard beside him, and held it over Ah He's head. "Even if I kill him, so what! Qingqing is the son of the Prime Minister and my aunt, not him! If anything happens to Qingqing, the Prime Minister and my aunt will blame me."
"Really? But wasn't Ming Qing killed by His Majesty himself a long time ago? The only one alive now is Ah He."
The man looked at Mo Ling calmly, not at all afraid of the guard's blade against his neck.
"Qingqing is not dead! He was still with me until a month ago!"
The man looked cold and mocked, "Everyone knows that the person your majesty was engaged to be married to a month ago was Lu He from the Prime Minister's Mansion."
Mo Ling was indifferent, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Tell me where Qingqing is, and I can spare his life. Otherwise, I will make sure you die miserably!"
The man lifted his eyelids and looked at Mo Ling, chuckling: "If I tell you, will I die beautifully? I'm already dead, so does it matter if I look good or not?"
Even in this situation, he is still so arrogant. He wants to die, right? He will grant his wish!
Mo Ling narrowed his eyes and ordered, "Kill."
"Yes!"
The guard swung the blade, intending to chop off the man's head.
"Zheng!"
The long sword stopped an inch away from the man's neck. The man smiled and had somehow broken free from the guards' control.
"Your Majesty, they can't kill me. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."
Mo Ling said coldly: "You call yourself a minister but don't obey the king's orders, what kind of minister are you! Come here!"
Immediately, several people jumped down from the beams and surrounded the man. The man put away his smile and sighed.
"Your Majesty, can you please have a chat with me in the side hall? If you are worried, you can bring these secret guards with you."
Mo Ling's face was gloomy: "What can't be said here?"
The man whispered, "Your Majesty, walls have ears, or do you think this palace is safe and free from other people's eyes and ears?"
Mo Ling turned around and left, "Bring it here!"
The man was obediently escorted by several secret guards and followed Mo Ling into the side hall of Fengyi Palace.
"Tell me, where are you hiding my beloved?"
The man bowed to Mo Ling and said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. I have never hidden Mingqing. I was only sent by you to protect the young master."
"Sir? Which sir?" Mo Ling laughed in anger. Are all his ministers so bold and reckless?
They captured his queen in broad daylight and even dared to say it to his face. Has he been too gentle over the years?
The man said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Master Grand Master."
Mo Ling's eyes suddenly became sharper, "Do you know what you are talking about? Do you know what happens to people who pretend to be Grand Master?"
The man nodded and said, "I am Yaqing, one of the Grand Master's personal guards. I am ordered by the Grand Master to protect Master Ah He."
Mo Ling was silent for a while, then asked softly, "Is Ah He the Grand Master's man?"
"No."
Mo Ling asked again: "Since he is not the Grand Master's man, why would the Grand Master send you to protect him?"
Of course I was afraid that you would kill Ah He in a rage! Ya Qing remembered what Feng Jiuqing told him before he left. The Grand Tutor expected Ah He to be exposed, but he didn't expect it to be exposed so quickly.
He was placed next to Ahe for two reasons: one was to protect him, and the other was to monitor him.
"Your Majesty, have you ever doubted the timing of Ah He's appearance? Ah He's face is exactly the same as Ming Qing's, and he was found by the river. Your Majesty suspects that this is a conspiracy by some people."
"So I placed me next to Ah He, monitoring his every move, trying to lure out the person behind him."
Mo Ling looked at Ya Qing solemnly. If this man was really the Grand Master's man, then what he said must be true.
Of course he had suspected Ah He's identity and even sent people to investigate, but they couldn't find anything.
Later, he found out that Ah He was Qing Qing, so he stopped investigating Ah He. Who would have thought that the person he married was not Qing Qing, but this Ah He!