After a while, he slowly lowered his head and looked at Liu Xie, with a look of contemplation on his face.

He sighed and said, "Your Majesty, I have no conclusive evidence at the moment. But..." He paused, narrowed his eyes, as if he saw Song Guangshan's panicked eyes again, "But from his eyes, the flashing and escape seemed to indicate that he was the mastermind behind the scenes."

After hearing Xi Yu's words, Liu Xie nodded slightly. His hand gently stroked the armrest of the seat, thinking in his heart.

Xi Yu stepped forward and bowed slightly. His eyes were firm and confident. He said, "Your Majesty doesn't have to worry too much. Although the evidence is insufficient at present, as long as you carefully interrogate Song Guangshan, you will definitely be able to pry out some useful information from him. I will do my best to assist Qin Feng to find out the truth."

Liu Xie felt a little relieved when he looked at Xi Yu's confident appearance.

Song Guangshan's eyes were full of fear and innocence. He said to Qin Feng in a trembling voice: "Sir, I really didn't participate in this matter. I have said it many times."

Qin Feng hugged his hands in front of his chest, his face as cold as an iceberg. He looked at Song Guangshan quietly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I can give you some more time to think about it. But you have to understand that if you don't reply, the consequences will be particularly serious."

Qin Feng's voice was not warm at all, as if every word had a cold murderous intent.

Song Guangshan's body trembled violently, and his heart was like a mess.

His eyes turned in panic, trying to find a reason to convince Qin Feng.

He bit his lip and said with difficulty: "Sir, I am really wronged. I just know the guard. I don't know anything else."

Qin Feng's cold figure disappeared at the door.

Song Guangshan's head drooped weakly.

His eyes were hollow and confused, and he kept thinking about Qin Feng's stern warning in his mind.

In the room of the Prime Minister's Mansion with carved beams and painted buildings, Xi Shi frowned slightly and looked sad.

She sat on the exquisite embroidery stud, fiddling with the veil in her hand, and said softly to Song Meijiao: "My husband should have rested in my room yesterday, but he did not come."

Her eyes were filled with loss, and there was a hint of undetectable sadness in her slightly lowered eyes.

Song Meijiao was wearing gorgeous clothes and tied up with her hair bun.

When she heard Xi Shi's words, she frowned slightly and said thoughtfully: "I heard from the people that my husband seems to have been out for several days."

There was a hint of confusion in her eyes, and she was thinking in her heart about the reason behind the Prime Minister's abnormal behavior.

A look of surprise appeared on Xi Shi's face, and she looked at Song Meijiao and asked, "Have you been out for several days? What did he do when he went out?"

There was a little anxiety in her tone, and the worries in her heart became stronger and stronger.

Song Meijiao shook her head and said, "I don't know either."

She was also wondering whether her husband was involved in some troublesome or dangerous situation.

After all, the prime minister has a special identity, and every move may affect the fate of the entire family.

Xi Shi sighed and murmured: "I really hope that my husband won't have anything to do."

Song Meijiao comforted: "Sister, don't worry too much, maybe your husband has some urgent official duties."

But her eyes still showed a hint of uneasiness.

After a while, Qin Feng walked in with steady steps, and his eyes shot towards Song Guangshan like a sharp sword.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and asked expressionlessly: "Song Guangshan, this time has passed, what else do you have to say?"

His voice was cold, without a trace of temperature.

"Sir, I really didn't participate in the assassination. What I said before was the truth."

Qin Feng heard this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a hint of impatientness flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself: Song Guangshan really doesn’t cry until he sees the coffin.

He stepped forward, looked at Song Guangshan from a high point, and said coldly: "Since you don't want to eat the punishment for toasting, I have to be polite."

Song Guangshan looked at Qin Feng's cold expression and his body shivered suddenly. He felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

His lips were trembling, wanting to say something else, but looking at Qin Feng's resolute look, he swallowed the words back to his mouth.

A ruthlessness flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. He stretched out his hands without hesitation and grabbed Song Guangshan's neck tightly.

Song Guangshan's eyes widened instantly, full of fear and despair.

Qin Feng's fingers kept tightening like iron pliers.

Song Guangshan's face began to turn red. He struggled desperately, kicking his legs on the ground, trying to break free from Qin Feng's control.

A "giggle" sound came from his throat, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

There was no trace of pity on Qin Feng's face. He knew in his heart that if he wanted to pry out the truth from this stubborn guy's mouth, he had to let him taste the great things.

He looked at Song Guangshan coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Say, is it your commander's assassination? If you don't say it, I will strangle you to death!"

Song Guangshan felt that the air was getting thinner and thinner, and his consciousness began to gradually blur.

His mind was in chaos. His survival instinct made him want to beg for mercy, but the stubbornness in his heart made him unwilling to surrender easily.

He was crying in his heart: I can't just admit false charges.

However, Qin Feng's hand showed no sign of relaxation.

Song Guangshan's struggle became increasingly powerless, and his eyes began to roll up, as if he was about to die in the next second.
Chapter completed!