The interrogation was exceedingly cruel, its horrors ill suited to the page.
When the two guards brought Wu Fu back under escort, all three felt their hearts pound with fear at the maid's miserable state.
The two guards escorted Wu Fu to the door. The moment they released him, he hurriedly dropped to his knees and stammered, "Young master..."
"Do you know why you were brought here?" Li Xiao sat in his chair, idly playing with a leather whip. His gaze settled on Wu Fu as he asked the question calmly.
Wu Fu answered shakily, "I do, but Chun Tao is absolutely spitting blood to slander me. I've been wronged!"
"By most people's logic, Chun Tao shifted the blame onto you, then exposed herself as an assassin, which really does reduce suspicion of you to a minimum. After all, everyone would think that if Chun Tao really was an assassin, whoever she accused must be innocent. Surely no assassin would be stupid enough to drag her own accomplice into it, right?" Li Xiao looked at Wu Fu and spoke unhurriedly.
The terror on Wu Fu's face gradually faded. He lowered his head without answering.
"The problem is, the deathbringer herb, sour bone powder, and soul-calming fruit couldn't have appeared out of thin air. They had to come from somewhere, didn't they?" Li Xiao looked at Wu Fu, a faint smile appearing as he asked.
Wu Fu struggled to defend himself. "Young master, it really wasn't me. Perhaps it was Xia Shi, who's close to Chun Tao."
"Actually, that was what I thought at first, too. I didn't think you were particularly suspicious. But after I tortured her just now, Chun Tao confessed everything. She knew you were the only person she'd been in contact with lately who had left the