Commandery Princess Dongyang didn’t care about the expressions on the faces of her two biological children at all. She continued urging Ye Haoyang to eat this and that.

After breakfast, without waiting for Mu Shaoling to come back, Ye Haoyang first sent Mu Huaen back to Prince An’s Mansion.

Then he greeted Ye Zi’an, Yang Chuxia, and others, and went to Yushu Alley.

"How is it? Did we get anything out of her?"

"Master, she’s very tight-lipped, won’t say a word." The subordinate continued, "Later on, she stopped speaking altogether, insisting that she would only speak if you came, and would only talk to you directly."

As the subordinate said this, he cautiously glanced at Ye Haoyang a couple of times, thinking to himself that this person really had charm. Not only could their master attract the attention of noble sister flowers vying for him, but now even the enemy was subdued.

"What are you looking at?" His gaze was too intense for Ye Haoyang to ignore.

"Nothing, nothing at all, haha."

Ye Haoyang lightly tapped the subordinate on the head, "Stop jumping to conclusions, or I’ll make you go clean the latrines."

Leaving the subordinate looking constipated, Ye Haoyang went directly to where Mu Yubing was being held.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"..."

"Where is she?"

"Inside."

Upon entering, Mu Yubing was tied to a chair. Apart from a few extra bloodstains, there was nothing particularly unusual about her. Even her hair was not very disheveled.

Ye Haoyang was a bit irritated at the sight, kicking one of the guards, "A bunch of idiots. Didn’t even use the ten worst tortures but claimed you couldn’t get a word out of her?"

"Master, she’s just a young lady." The round-faced subordinate was quite conflicted. If she were a rough man, he could handle a couple of lashes or even a few knife cuts. But faced with this delicate young lady, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"Get out." Ye Haoyang kicked him again.

Mu Yubing, who had been resting her eyes, looked up when she heard a sound. Seeing it was him, she smirked, "Hehe, you’re here? What do you want to ask me?"

"Who are those people in white?"

"I don’t know!" Mu Yubing blinked innocently, "I really don’t know. They saved me from a sea of fire back then, and they call me master. That’s all I know."

"Is that so?" Ye Haoyang didn’t believe she knew nothing.

Mu Yubing was actually very clever, even smarter than the Huarong sisters. Maybe she really was rescued, but after staying with those people for so many years, how could she not know anything?

"Yeah, that’s so."

"You’re not going to cry until you see the coffin." Ye Haoyang snorted coldly, "I don’t pity delicate flowers."

After saying this, he gripped her wrist hard, and Mu Yubing immediately felt a wave of soreness and pain.

But before she could recover, her jaw was dislocated and then set back in place, repeatedly, making the sensation agonizing.

Even the surrounding subordinates couldn’t bear to watch and turned their heads away.

Mu Yubing was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Speak, where did you come from? What is your purpose in coming to the Capital City?"

Mu Yubing was a very stubborn woman and forced her tears back.

"I don’t know!"

"Very well, I like this stiff character." Finishing speaking, he waved to the people behind him, "Go get a few snakes."

Then Mu Yubing’s once calm face twitched and suddenly turned pale.

Before he came, Huaen had told him in his ear that Mu Yubing was actually afraid of snakes.

He found it a bit unbelievable that someone capable of killing with bare hands could be afraid of snakes?