The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 297 Asking for trouble

Mo Jiu couldn't even show any resentment in her eyes, she just said hoarsely: "Okay, okay..."

He was so frightened that even his voice was trembling.

Han Qingyan frowned slightly, feeling that Mo Jiu's reaction was a little abnormal. It was too intense, which made her wonder if he was doing this on purpose and was deceiving her.

Suddenly, while she was in a trance, Mo Jiu suddenly opened her mouth, stretched out her tongue, and bit down hard with a force that made people tremble just by looking at it.

Fortunately, Han Qingyan had already sensed something was wrong and had been on guard against Mo Jiu. Finally, before he bit down, she quickly reached out and inserted two fingers between his teeth.

This bite was real, and the fingers connected with the heart. The pain from the two fingers made Han Qingyan tremble, and she understood that Mo Jiu was determined to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

This was undoubtedly another provocation. Han Qing's face was as dark as frost, but strangely she could not show any trace of anger.

Because she didn't believe that Mo Jiu couldn't remember that biting his tongue wouldn't kill him on the spot, but he still did it. This was completely a subconscious move without thinking, which meant that he was so scared that he planned to die to escape being "humiliated by a beggar."

possible.

This tyrant did not pretend to be so, but was really afraid of her threat.

But he has obviously been...

In other words, the key is not this behavior, but the beggar.

But this makes people even more puzzling. What relationship can the emperor have with the beggar? Even in the past, Mo Jiu was the only prince and would not have anything to do with the beggar.

And where are the traces of beggars near the imperial city?

Han Qingyan planned to conduct a thorough investigation when the time came. The most important task now was to prevent Mo Jiu from trying to commit suicide again.

Han Qingyan had no choice but to threaten again: "Even if you die, do you think I can't do anything to the body?!"

This sentence seemed to deeply stimulate Mo Jiu, blocking all his hopes. The despair in his eyes seemed to be turning into reality. He even opened his mouth wide and let out a hoarse and shrill scream from his throat.

It was like he went crazy in an instant!

"Quiet down!" Han Qingyan's face changed slightly and she said solemnly, "I said, as long as you don't commit suicide again and are serious and obedient, I won't do this."

Mo Jiu slowly regained his composure, but there was still some uneasiness and despair in his eyes.

What really happened in your past?

At this moment, Han Qingyan wanted to know Mo Jiu's past.

"Really, really..."

Han Qingyan was slightly startled, as if she couldn't believe hearing such weak words from this tyrant's mouth.

"Really, I promise." She made a promise.

"Okay...I promise you." Mo Jiu closed her eyes.

These five words were not only as simple as surrender, but also equivalent to handing over the dignity that he had always insisted on.

But looking at the look between his brows and eyes, he was clearly more relaxed.

Han Qingyan was satisfied: "Well, I think this mouth and shackles no longer need to be used, but if I find that His Majesty commits self-mutilation or suicide again, what will happen..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but she believed that Mo Jiu would understand.

"I know..." Mo Jiu responded with great humiliation.

And the porridge that Han Qingyan ordered his cronies to make was finally ready.

"Go and bring the doctor over again."

The injury on Mo Jiu's hand requires another medicine.

"Your Majesty..." Han Qingyan was holding the porridge and wanted to let Mo Jiu eat it by herself, but when she saw his bloody wrists and the chains between his hands, she changed her mind and said, "I'll feed your Majesty."

"

Her heartbeat accelerated slightly, and she was surprised to find that she was actually looking forward to this kind of behavior. She personally fed the tyrant...

"Your Majesty, open your mouth."

Mo Jiu suddenly felt resentful again and looked at her angrily. Han Qingyan thought for a moment and thought of the reason. Did he think he was treating him like a baby again?

"I don't mean to insult His Majesty, but if His Majesty refuses to eat, then he is really no different from some disobedient children." Han Qingyan said lightly.

Although he no longer regarded him as a baby, the humiliation was no less than that of a child. Mo Jiu stared at Han Qingyan and seemed to be energetic again.

But in the end, he was defeated after his stomach growled.

Han Qingyan smiled: "Your Majesty?"

Mo Jiu pursed her lips tightly and turned her head in humiliation, as if she was angry that her body had betrayed her.

Finding that he still refused to open his mouth, Han Qingyan's eyes turned cold: "Starving to death is also a way to commit suicide."

The implication is that if he continues to refuse to eat, she will do the thing that frightens him so much.

Mo Jiu shuddered in pain, completely surrendered, and reluctantly opened her mouth.

"hiss……"

"Um?"

Looking at Mo Jiu who closed her mouth again after only feeding a small spoonful, Han Qingyan made an unhappy voice: "Swallow it, and then open your mouth again."

Mo Jiu had no choice but to do as he was told, but the pain in his brows and eyes was so clear, as if he was not eating, but undergoing torture.

Halfway through feeding, Han Qingyan realized something was wrong. The tyrant's expression became increasingly painful and weak.

Yes, he still has injuries on his mouth!

Thinking of this, Han Qingyan frowned and felt a trace of self-blame. Why didn't she notice this?

But the next moment, she was shocked. Why was she blaming herself? Could it be that she felt guilty for not taking good care of Mo Jiu?

There is no way she would have such thoughts about this tyrant!

Han Qingyan decisively denied the idea, and her self-blame turned into anger, but she didn't know what this anger was directed at.

"Your Majesty doesn't know how to make a sound when he is in pain. Could it be that he is enjoying the pain?" Han Qingyan mocked.

She asked knowingly, knowing that Mo Jiu was in so much pain and still refused to speak, for the sake of her remaining dignity and self-esteem, but she still couldn't help but get angry just thinking about it.

But he didn't notice that when she said the second half of the sentence, Mo Jiu's eyes flashed with panic.

He can indeed get pleasure from pain, but it is a secret that no one knows except Ye Rumeng and the people he desperately wants to kill who have long been far away from the imperial city...

He won't let Han Qingyan know about it, absolutely not...

Han Qingyan really didn't notice. She thought for a long time, but still couldn't find a way to make Mo Jiu pain-free, so she had to say: "Then I won't eat it."

After eating half a bowl, he should be able to last for half a day. After she gives this tyrant some medicine later, it shouldn't be so painful to feed him again.

Han Qingyan put down the bowl and found the medicine prescribed by the doctor: "Your Majesty, the medicine is here."

Facing Mo Jiu's feeble struggle, Han Qingyan pinched his cheeks roughly and sneered: "Oh, who made His Majesty want to bite his tongue and commit suicide? Just like His Majesty's current end, it was all because of his own actions.

Found it!"