Li Qingxian leisurely took Zhou Chunfeng's waist token as administrative officer of the Imperial Prison Bureau from his Heaven-and-Earth Bracelet and asked, "Does this token give me the authority to torture you?"
"You..." Yue Feng's expression shifted slightly.
Li Qingxian turned to Han Anbo. "Brother Han, do you think these three blades of grass have much mud clinging to them?"
"Plenty, without a doubt," Han Anbo said.
"Lord Fan, sorry for the trouble, but find three veteran interrogators and question all three at once. Whoever confesses first gets let off first. If anyone refuses to confess, I don't care whether he lives or dies. If anything happens, count it as Zhang Fugui repaying a favor he owes me."
Everyone looked bewildered. Had he become addicted to spending Zhang Fugui's favors?
"Li Qingxian!" Yue Feng roared. "How dare you torture people from Prince Yuan's Residence!"
Li Qingxian sneered. "I'm not even afraid of dying. Why would I be afraid of torturing you? Fan Xing, can you do it?"
Fan Xing glanced at Li Qingxian's brand-new official robes of the principal ninth rank, gritted his teeth, and said, "Rest assured. I guarantee these three will spill everything they've done since childhood like beans poured from a sack! If they won't spill, either they won't leave the Imperial Prison, or I won't."
"Good! I'll wait in the jailers' room."
Li Qingxian smiled, turned, and returned to the jailers' room, drinking tea and chatting as he occasionally listened to faint screams.
Han Anbo sighed and said quietly, "If you do this, Tang Enxuan will definitely make a move."
"My only fear is that he won't," Li Qingxian said.
"Are you really completely confident?"
"Who only acts when they're completely confident of everything? If the odds are better than even, just do it. That beats