Yi Ye Bao Fu

Chapter 665 Just a Scumbag

Ji Zongyou shuddered, his face turning ashen. "Ji Zizhao, you wretched woman, may you die a horrible death!"

Mo Hen's feet seemed to glide as she reached the bedside. With a flick of her wrist, a sharp dagger was pressed against Ji Zongyou's throat. "If you dare insult my young lady again, I will kill you right now!"

Ji Zongyou lowered his gaze to the blade at his neck. A chill spread from the depths of his heart. Of course, he feared death. Precisely because of this, he would never tell Ji Zizhao what she wanted to know. Only by holding back could he survive.

Mo Hen, noticing the calculation flickering in Ji Zongyou's eyes, felt an urge to slit his throat then and there. "Young lady, why don't you hand this man over to your subordinate? Give me half an hour, and I promise to give you a satisfactory answer." Interrogation was a trivial matter for her.

Ji Zizhao, however, shook her head. "Leaving scars on him will only arouse suspicion from others."

Hearing this, Ji Zongyou became even more convinced that Ji Zizhao had no way to deal with him. He then closed his eyes and feigned death. In just two more hours, the brothel would open its doors to guests. Even if Ji Zizhao could bribe the madam, she couldn't bribe everyone. At that point, if he shouted, how would Ji Zizhao dare to kill him in broad daylight?

Ji Zizhao, seeing Ji Zongyou's complete lack of cooperation, did not get angry. Instead, she ordered Mo Hen to buy some spicy food.

Ji Zongyou scoffed disdainfully. "Ji Zizhao, do you really think I would eat what you buy?"

Ji Zizhao smiled faintly, offering no denial.

Mo Hen truly did not want to waste more money and time on scum like Ji Zongyou, but since her young lady had given the order, she had to comply. In a short while, steaming hot spicy food was piled on the bed.

Ji Zongyou looked at the food before him, naturally unwilling to eat it. Ji Zizhao did not rush him. Instead, she took out a medical book she had brought with her and sat quietly in a chair, engrossed in reading.

However, soon Ji Zongyou's stomach began to rumble. As the hunger intensified, his body started to tremble uncontrollably, even his breathing becoming shaky.

"I saw young master Zongyou sleeping soundly earlier, so I had Mo Hen add something to cold water. The herbs in it can quickly deplete the body's heat, causing an uncontrollable urge to eat," Ji Zizhao said, still looking at her book without raising her head.

Ji Zongyou glared at Ji Zizhao in fury. "Wretch, you did this on purpose!"

"Something like that," Ji Zizhao said, gently turning a page. "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you. The hunger brought on by the drug is something willpower cannot overcome." To put it simply, you have to eat whether you want to or not!

Ji Zongyou's eyes burned with hatred. "Ji Zizhao, what exactly do you want?"

"I told you I came to send you on your way. What, can you not understand such a simple statement now? I don't recall destroying your lower half also destroying your brain."

"Ji Zizhao, don't think I don't know, you want to poison me!"

"A person like you isn't worthy of wasting my medicinal ingredients."

Ji Zongyou didn't believe Ji Zizhao would be so kind as to not poison the food. However, the increasingly intense hunger made him lose control of his body. While he hesitated, his hand reached out towards the food.

Swallowing a mouthful of food, a searing pain instantly spread from his throat throughout his body! Ji Zongyou writhed and screamed on the bed as if he were insane.

The madam of the brothel, hearing the piercing screams from the lobby downstairs, was so startled that she dropped her teacup. But considering the identity of the person upstairs, she could only order the servants to stay away, not daring to come up and investigate.

In the private room, Ji Zongyou's screams continued. Ji Zongyou knew very well that the food tasted like fire in his mouth, but the hunger made him continue to stuff it in. Torn between hunger and pain, it was a torment worse than death!

Ji Zizhao closed her book at some point and slowly looked up, calmly observing everything on the bed. Her dark eyes were serene and cold.

"I forgot to tell you, your food has been meticulously arranged by me during this period. Now your organs are so sensitive that even eating a grain of rice will feel like swallowing a knife. But don't worry, young master Zongyou, as long as you want to eat, I'll provide plenty." Ji Zizhao smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons, looking so harmless. Yet, to Ji Zongyou, it sent shivers down his spine.

Only now did Ji Zongyou realize a truth: falling into Ji Zizhao's hands, death would be the easiest option!

"You... what... what do you want..." Ji Zongyou choked out, clawing at his throat as if only then could he alleviate the waves of hunger.

"It's simple. Tell me what I want to know," Ji Zizhao said with a light laugh.

Ji Zongyou didn't want to speak, but he no longer had a choice. "Yes, it was your mother, that wretched woman, who deserved to die! Back then, my mother kindly went to speak with her, hoping she would agree to let us enter the household. All she had to do was nod, but she refused..."

Ji Zizhao clenched the book in her hand. "So you killed her?"

Ji Zongyou gritted his teeth and suddenly let out a ferocious laugh at Ji Zizhao. "She deserved to die, she shouldn't have run. How could I let her escape? I grabbed her head and smashed it against the wall, again and again. You didn't see, your wretched mother bled so much, hot and sticky. If I had known I'd be in this situation today, I would never have let her die so easily. I would have tortured her properly and made her taste a life worse than death..."

"You!" Mo Hen had never wanted to kill someone so badly. In her rage, she raised her dagger again.

"Mo Hen!" Ji Zizhao reprimanded. Mo Hen's hand, gripping the dagger, froze in mid-air before reluctantly falling to her side.

"Young lady! Aren't you angry at all?" Mo Hen could only imagine how terribly the First Madam must have died.

How could Ji Zizhao not be angry? She wanted nothing more than to tear Ji Zongyou into a thousand pieces! But her reason told her that the dead could not be brought back. What was lost was lost. Nothing was more important than avenging her mother. Faced with a scumbag like Ji Zongyou, calmness was sharper than anger.