Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

The prisoners here are all death row prisoners. The prisoners inside are either tortured to the brink of death, or cowering in small corners, most likely not aware of Mu Ziling's silent appearance.

And the officers, soldiers and guards inside also fell to the ground unknowingly when Mu Ziling passed by.

So soon, Mu Ziling searched around smoothly, but he couldn't find the cell where Qing Ling was.

Almost the entire cell was searched, but Qing Ling was not found, and now only the deepest cell is left...

The light in Mu Ziling's eyes dimmed, and his eyes fixed on the deepest part of the corridor, like a unique iron prison cell made of cold iron on all sides.

The iron cell, except for a small hole in the door for food delivery, has no gaps for ventilation and light.

It goes without saying that such an airtight and tight cold iron prison cell is nothing more than some heinous, inhuman, treacherous and cruel people.

Mu Ziling frowned slightly.

Could it be that Qingling was locked up there?

Just when Mu Ziling wondered whether Qing Ling would be locked up there, a heart-piercing scream suddenly came out from the iron cell.

"ah--"

A horrifying female voice almost broke the silence of the entire cell.

Mu Ziling's heart skipped a beat, and she rushed towards the iron prison almost reflexively.

As Mu Ziling approached, there were bursts of ferocious and obscene male voices from the iron prison, and the screaming female voice also changed from heart-piercing to a desolate and helpless voice of despair.

Mu Ziling's expression flickered anxiously, and he kept knocking on the door of the iron prison: "Qingling... Qingling, are you in? Qingling..."

Accompanied by Mu Ziling's eager voice, all the chaotic sounds in the iron prison suddenly stopped, and it was so quiet that there was not even a single sound.

The sudden silence inside caused Mu Ziling's anxious voice to stop immediately, her complexion changed, and then she gathered a lot of strength in her palm, ready to smash the door.

However, just when Mu Ziling was gathering up his strength to smash open the iron door in front of him, there was an uncertain but joyful voice from inside.

I saw the people inside slapping the iron door and shouting excitedly: "Little Lingzi? Is that you, Little Lingzi? I'm here, I'm inside..."

Hearing the sound, Mu Ziling breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn't help asking worriedly: "How is it? Are you okay?"

"It's okay, what can I do?" Qingling replied naturally.

As she said that, in order to convince Mu Ziling that she was fine, she also stretched out her hand from the hole under the door to deliver food, and shook it: "I'm still alive and kicking, I wasn't the one screaming just now, I was just watching a play, and no one here dares to provoke me!"

This answer is very green.

There are hundreds and thousands of death row inmates in such a huge death row. Presumably only our little girl Qingling can stay here with an indifferent mentality.

Mu Ziling touched his nose speechlessly, and suddenly realized that he was confused just now because he couldn't even hear Qing Ling's voice.

After not hearing Mu Ziling's voice for a long while, Qingling kept shaking her hand, looking for her figure: "Xiao Lingzi, what about you? Why are you here?"

"Why did I come here..." Mu Ziling squatted down and patted Qing Ling's hand angrily, looking at the tender white hand in front of him, and patted Qing Ling's hand: "If I don't come, do you still want to stay here forever? Tell me, what's going on? How did you end up in a cell?"

Qingling didn't answer first, but stretched out his outstretched hand a little longer, and then said aggrievedly: "Little Lingzi, have you brought any food? The food in this ghost place is either rotten or smelly, and it's not for people to eat at all. I haven't eaten for several days..."

Before Qing Ling finished speaking, the outstretched hand was stuffed with a large bag of food.

Not enough to hold it with one hand, Qingling was in a hurry and stretched out one hand to hold it from the entrance of the cave. The tone of his mouth was full of emotion: "Wuuuuu... Xiao Lingzi, I knew you were the best for me... There are so many, it smells so good... Wow, these things are all my favorite... Xiao Lingzi, what should I do? I suddenly want to promise you with my body."

Through the door, Mu Ziling couldn't see how Qing Ling was holding the food inside, eating and drinking with his index finger wildly, but he could also imagine it.

"Eat slowly, fill your stomach first, and then tell me what's going on." Knowing that the little girl inside must be starving, Mu Ziling was not in a hurry, so she simply sat on the ground with her back against the door and waited.

Although in this death row, Qingling feels comfortable with her strong psychological ability, but if she has a choice, no one would want to stay in this dark, dirty and smelly place.

So, after Qingling casually stuffed a few mouthfuls of food, he asked inarticulately: "Xiao Lingzi, do you believe me? I didn't kill anyone... No, I don't bother to kill those two poor princesses."

Hearing this, Mu Ziling couldn't help asking back in a funny way: "If I don't believe you, why don't I believe those two dead people?"

Qing Ling giggled, and didn't make any more detours, and directly explained her situation before being imprisoned: "I don't know what happened to the specific situation. I just remember that Gui Mumu and I gathered together in the library to check the information in those few days. Later, in order to save time, we were tired and sleepy from the research, so you rested in the library and took a nap, and then continued to search when you woke up."

"It was such a boring day for a few days, and then that night, that is, the night before the accident... that night, I clearly remembered that I just took a nap, but then I fell asleep for some reason, and when I woke up, I found that I was packed in a sack... After that, I struggled out of the sack and found myself in a strange room. Lying in front of me dripping with blood, eyes wide open, as if he couldn't die...Xiao Lingzi, do you know...?"

At this point, Qingling seemed to be about to say something scary, she swallowed her saliva before opening her mouth with lingering fear.

"At first, I didn't feel anything when I saw Princess Anya's death, but when I was about to stand up, I found that I was also covered in blood. At that time, I thought I was injured somewhere, but when I was checking myself, a bloody heart suddenly bounced from my body and fell to the ground, which shocked me."

"At first I wondered what kind of disgusting thing it was, but later I found out that a deep hole was being dug into Princess Anya's body, and the heart belonged to her body, but this is not the most frightening thing... The most frightening thing is that where Princess Anya was lying, there was still blood bubbling out of nowhere... After that, I followed the flowing blood and walked to the depths of the room, where a child was tied behind his back to the armchair, and the blood flowed from her..."

"Child? That little princess?" Hearing this, Mu Ziling immediately sensed that this matter was definitely not as simple as an ordinary conspiracy. She said, "Tell me carefully."

"Yeah." Qing Ling replied, and continued: "I remember that when I saw the child for the first time, her head was lowered, but I could still vaguely see the corner of her mouth seeming to be smiling, and it was because of the smile on the corner of her mouth that it shocked me so much... I was surprised at the time, shouldn't the child's smile be innocent? But the child's smile at that time was more terrifying than a ghost, eerie, like a devil."

"At first I thought the child was still alive, but the closer I got, the more I found that the child was actually dead too. Her death was not as miserable as Princess Anya's, but it was more painful than Princess Anya's, because her whole body was just a deep cut on the base of her thigh. Judging from the situation, she must have died of blood loss... I still wonder to this day. The child died so painfully at that time, but he was still able to laugh. It's so penetrating."

"Little Lingzi, tell me, did I suffer from bad luck for eight lifetimes? That night I just squinted in the Library Pavilion. I didn't know that when I woke up, I saw two dead people with bad luck. At that time, I didn't even care about cleaning myself up. I just wanted to leave that place of right and wrong. But when I found the door to go out, there was a mighty sound outside the door. Before I could find a place to hide, the door was smashed open from the outside."

"The group of people who came in was a group of women headed by an old woman, and a few eunuchs who looked effeminate... When the group saw me and the two bloody dead people behind me, they were immediately frightened. Then several people rushed up and pointed at my nose and said that I was a murderer."

"I don't need to think about the situation at that time. I was covered in blood like yellow mud in my crotch. I couldn't wipe it off. It was the fact of the murderer. The most annoying thing was the old woman who was in charge. She was so scared by the scene that she almost hiccupped. Without saying a word, she recruited a group of guards to drag me out and kill me. Fortunately, at the critical moment, Xiao Zezi and the emperor's father came..."

...

After listening to Qing Ling's series of details, Mu Ziling found that the case seemed to happen without loopholes, and it seemed that Qing Ling was the murderer, but when he thought about it carefully, every detail Qing Ling said was suspicious.

But now to sort out these obvious but hidden doubts, that is to re-examine the case.

Since it is necessary to investigate, it is natural to go to Dali Temple.

But before going to Dali Temple to find Shen Siyang, Mu Ziling still had a problem in his mind.

She knew that with Qingling's arrogant and arrogant personality, she would not submit to others like this, let alone submit after being wronged by others, and then do not make any resistance, just be imprisoned here obediently.

This is unreasonable, and it is not in line with Qingling's style.

The most important thing is, who in the palace will have a deep hatred for Qing Ling? Have you picked the wrong person?