"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."
Seeing that the other party remained silent, Tang Yu looked deeply gratified. There were still more good people than bad in this world—people willing to help with anything.
"I should not have committed the crime of theft. I am willing to accept thirty years of penal labor."
How could the man possibly agree?
There were fewer than ten Grade-A families in all of Kyoto. One could well imagine the standing in Kyoto of a Grade-B family, second only to them.
If he dared provoke the mistress of such a family, he would be lucky to get away with merely losing a layer of skin.
"Theft carries thirty years of penal labor, but who knows whether you might be a spy from another nation? Under our dynasty's laws, foreign spies are subject to the death penalty."
Tang Yu snorted and said with a stern expression, "Confess honestly. Are you a spy sent by those Great Wu rats?"
"My lord, please see clearly! This lowly one has never even been to the Great Wu Dynasty in his life. How could I possibly be their spy?"
"Since you insist on denying it, I naturally have ways to make you admit it."
After speaking, Tang Yu walked to the door and called in two Embroidered Uniform Guards, ordering them to perform the Great Memory Restoration Technique.
After several hours of treatment with the Great Memory Restoration Technique.
The little thief named Mi Chengtian finally had his mind opened up. He let out a howl, declaring that whatever the lord said, went.
Tang Yu found his willingness to cooperate quite gratifying. He even brought over a cup of hot tea and offered it to him. "There's an old saying where I come from: those