Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Blind Prince

For three consecutive days.

The Zhen Xie Division and the刑部's criminal officials interrogated Zhong Yunhu around the clock.

The Great Yu's one hundred and eight cruel punishments were used on Zhong Yunhu in turn.

In just three days, there was not a single good piece of flesh left on Zhong Yunhu's body, but even so, they couldn't pry open Zhong Yunhu's mouth.

Zhong Yunhu's mouth is truly harder than a platypus's beak.

"Your subordinate is incompetent, please punish me, Your Highness!"

Two criminal officials knelt on the ground, pleading guilty to Zhou Haochen.

Zhou Haochen was silent for a moment, then sighed and waved his hand, saying.

"Get up!"

"Interrogating White Lotus Cult demons has always been a difficult task, so I don't blame you."

Hearing Zhou Haochen's words, the two criminal officials' expressions relaxed, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, they felt ashamed. His Highness trusted them so much, but they had disappointed His Highness.

"This old man naturally knows the soul-searching technique, but... the core figures of the White Lotus Cult have all had imprints planted in their souls, so even if the soul-searching technique is used, it may not be effective."

"Regardless of whether it is useful or not, let's try it first."

With the attitude of treating a dead horse as if it were still alive, Zhou Haochen brought Helian Hai to the prison cell of the Heavenly Prison.

In the dark, damp, and foul-smelling prison cell, Zhong Yunhu was tied to an iron rack, and the clothes on his body were dyed crimson with blood.

Sensing someone walking in, Zhong Yunhu laboriously opened his swollen eyes and spat.

"I呸, you dog prince, whatever means you have, just use them on me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Haochen flicked his finger, and a bolt of lightning shot out, directly electrocuting him.

"Elder He, I'll trouble you!"

"This old man will do his best!"

Helian Hai opened his five fingers and pressed them on the crown of Zhong Yunhu's head, urging his true essence to operate the soul-searching technique.

The soul-searching technique is a unique secret technique of the Taoist school.

It seems domineering, but in fact, there are various restrictions when performing it.

First of all, the caster must have absolute superiority in strength over the soul searcher.

At least three realms higher to perform soul-searching, otherwise, the caster may be backlashed.

Secondly, if the soul of the soul searcher is planted with a restriction, forcibly searching the soul will cause the soul searcher to be scattered.

Finally, if the soul searcher has a firm will, it may also lead to the failure of the soul search.

"Soul-searching technique!"

Helian Hai silently recited in his heart and began to scour Zhong Yunhu's mind for memories.

At this moment, a white lotus imprint emerged from Zhong Yunhu's soul, blocking Helian Hai's soul-searching technique.

Two forces collided and fiercely fought in Zhong Yunhu's soul.

In just a short moment, Zhong Yunhu foamed at the mouth, bled from all seven orifices, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

After the soul-searching technique confronted the White Lotus imprint for a moment, Helian Hai showed a helpless expression.

If he forcibly searched the soul, this White Lotus imprint would destroy Zhong Yunhu's soul.

Helpless, he could only withdraw the soul-searching technique.

"Elder He, how is it?"

"This old man is incompetent and has disappointed Your Highness!"

"Zhong Yunhu's soul has been planted with a White Lotus imprint. If you forcibly search the soul, it will only cause his soul to be scattered."

Helian Hai sighed.

Hearing Helian Hai's words, Zhou Haochen's heart sank, but he was not particularly disappointed.

This was within his expectations!

Although he gained nothing, the good news is that Zhong Yunhu is a big fish.

Otherwise, the White Lotus imprint would not have been planted in his soul.

This is the treatment only available to core figures of the White Lotus Cult.

Peripheral members like Jian Qiu do not have such treatment.

"Elder He, besides the soul-searching technique, are there any other ways to pry open Zhong Yunhu's mouth?"

Hearing this, Helian Hai pondered for a moment and said.

"The Confucian school has a heart-questioning technique that can force the other party to tell the truth. Perhaps you can try it."

"But the Confucian school's heart-questioning technique is only mastered by great Confucians."

What is a great Confucian?

A great Confucian is the tenth realm of Confucian cultivators.

Every great Confucian is pivotal in the Confucian forest.

Even with the face of him, this prince, the great Confucians may not buy it.

Even Emperor Qian Yuan had to be polite to these great Confucians.

The most important thing is that although there are many Confucian cultivators in the Great Yu Dynasty, there are very few great Confucians.

Because the eleventh realm of Confucian cultivation is the Three Immortalities.

The highest is to establish virtue, the second is to establish merit, and the third is to establish speech. Although it has been long, it will not be abandoned. This is called immortality.

The first step of the Three Immortalities is to establish merit, which is to write books.

Confucian cultivators who have achieved great Confucian status often choose to stay away from the court and write books behind closed doors.

As a result, there are even fewer great Confucians that Zhou Haochen can invite, and he can't even think of a suitable candidate for a while.

He left the Heavenly Prison with a heavy heart.

Just as he returned to the palace, he heard the servants report.

"Your Highness, there is a scholar who has sent a greeting card, saying that he can solve Your Highness's urgent needs."

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"A scholar? Who?"

"That person claims to be the Poetry Prince!"

Zhou Haochen's pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Poetry Prince?

One of the contemporary Four Princes of the Confucian school?

Why is he here?

"Quickly invite him in!"

The Poetry Prince entered the palace, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw Zhou Haochen.

In his eyes, there was a fiery heat.

It was as if an LSP had seen a peerless beauty.

It was like a dragon seeing gold and silver treasures.

The heat in this gaze gave Zhou Haochen goosebumps.

If a beauty looked at him like this, Zhou Haochen might feel refreshed.

But the problem is that the Poetry Prince is a man.

He doesn't have any special hobbies.

The Poetry Prince strode forward, his face full of fanaticism.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

"This junior is incompetent, but I have missed Your Highness for many days. Seeing Your Highness today is a great honor, and it is like..."

"Cough cough!"

Hearing the Poetry Prince become more and more nauseating, Zhou Haochen quickly cleared his throat and interrupted him.

"Poetry Prince, I heard that you can solve my urgent needs?"

Being interrupted by Zhou Haochen, the Poetry Prince was not annoyed.

He couldn't wait to discuss poetry with the Thirteenth Prince immediately, but he also knew that he first had to prove his ability and gain His Highness's favor.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the White Lotus Cult demon has been captured. This junior is willing to invite the dean of the academy to come out and question the White Lotus Cult demon to find out the truth."

Hearing this, Zhou Haochen's eyes lit up.

The Poetry Prince comes from the Jixia Academy, and the dean of the Jixia Academy is a great Confucian of the world.

"This prince appreciates the Poetry Prince's loyalty."

"When the case is revealed, this prince will definitely ask the Emperor to take credit for you, Poetry Prince."

"Your Highness, taking credit is not necessary!"

"I have no interest in being an official at all!"

"I hope that after the case is revealed, Your Highness will discuss poetry with me, talk all night by candlelight, and sleep with our feet touching each other."

Hearing the Poetry Prince's words, three black lines appeared on Zhou Haochen's forehead.

Sleep with our feet touching each other?

What kind of ghost would sleep with his feet touching each other?

Isn't it better to hug a little maid?

"Cough cough!"

"This prince naturally welcomes the Poetry Prince's willingness to help."

"As for poetry, this prince is not good at it, I'm afraid I will disappoint you, Poetry Prince."

Hearing this, the Poetry Prince shook his head repeatedly.

"Your Highness is being modest."

"Your Highness's poetic talent, not to mention unprecedented, is definitely not below this junior's."

The Poetry Prince's tone was full of fanaticism and admiration.

Isn't it just a poem of encouragement to learn!

Is it necessary?

Zhou Haochen sighed in his heart!