klisemfg Chapter 2237 Only What the Princess Says Counts
Chapter 2237 Only What the Princess Says Counts
The man took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and put on that fearful yet innocent smile again.
"Your Highness, I truly do not understand your meaning."
These things... really have nothing to do with petty people!
When Manager Zhou got into trouble, and the guard who impersonated him was murdered, I was already in jail. I was truly wronged.
"Whether it's a false accusation or not, this princess will judge for herself." Yan Ruyu stared into his eyes, as if she could see through all his pretenses. "Do you think you can get away with pretending to be crazy?"
She chuckled lightly, her laughter filled with disdain: "Even if you were truly wronged, so what?"
Her tone suddenly turned sharp: "You poisoned the spice shop and harmed the people; you deserve to die."
Now you dare to fabricate lies and mislead the investigation? Do you really think the Princess and the Prince are so easily fooled? You still dream of escaping? Dream on!
The waiter's face turned pale instantly: "Your Highness, I admit to poisoning you. It was a moment of confusion on my part!"
He knelt down with a thud, his knees hitting the cold, damp ground with a dull thud. "But I was forced by Manager Zhou! He said he would kill me if I didn't do as he said! I had no choice!"
"Forced into a corner?" Yan Ruyu looked down at him, her eyes devoid of any pity. "Manager Zhou is dead, there's no way to verify this."
Yan Ruyu's voice was calm and even, yet carried an undeniable authority: "But you've forgotten, the truth will eventually come out."
You thought you had done everything perfectly, but there are flaws everywhere.
She paused, then continued, "You said you were a shop assistant, taking orders from Manager Zhou, but Manager Zhou left his handwriting when he wrote down the characteristics of the man in black that day. You've probably forgotten that, haven't you?"
The waiter's body stiffened slightly, and his throat bobbed.
“The ledger and the words on that piece of paper don’t match at all. But you,” Yan Ruyu’s tone became colder, “we found some odds and ends in your room, and coincidentally, there were a few scraps of paper with the same handwriting as the ledger.”
"What right do you have to keep accounts when you're just a shop assistant, someone who's constantly forced into things and has no say in anything?"
He was speechless in the face of this barrage of questions.
He thought that changing his identity would cover everything up, but he didn't expect that Yan Ruyu would see through it so quickly.
Yan Ruyu's voice was cold and sharp: "You are the real controller of the fresh goods store. Manager Zhou is just a puppet that you pushed to the forefront!"
You used his name to secretly plot poisoning him and fabricated the lie about the deal with the men in black, all to disrupt the situation in Youcheng and divert our attention!
"Mr. Mo sent you, didn't he?"
The waiter's expression changed drastically when he heard Yan Ruyu mention Mr. Mo.
The previous look of fear was gone.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyelids, and then sighed softly, the sigh seeming to carry a long-accumulated frustration, slowly overflowing from his nostrils.
When he looked up again, the panic in his eyes had vanished without a trace, replaced by an almost ferocious ruthlessness.
His originally hunched back straightened a little, and his gaze toward Yan Ruyu through the iron bars was filled with undisguised determination.
"So what if it is?" His voice no longer trembled, but instead carried a kind of desperate calm, though beneath that calm lay a wildfire of ferocity. "I don't care if I die, it's just a worthless life."
If I can throw Youzhou into chaos and make the Zhennan Prince's Mansion uneasy, then I will have achieved my goal.
"Kill me or torture me, do as you please. If I even flinch, I'm no hero."
Yan Ruyu stood still, her plain dress standing out like a cold moonlight in the dim prison. Upon hearing this, she smiled faintly, a hint of mockery in her laughter.
"I didn't expect him to be so fearless."
She spoke slowly, her voice calm: "I just don't know if this fearlessness is a genuine understanding of life and death, or just a facade of toughness."
A faint smile appeared on the waiter's face, as if he had truly cast aside the question of life and death.
He casually wiped the dust off his face, but his eyes were unusually firm: "Whether it's an act or not, the princess knows perfectly well."
From the moment I decided to follow Mr. Mo, I had already disregarded life and death.
Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles, nor are they afraid of death. It is my honor to dedicate myself to your great cause.
"Sacrifice yourself?" Yan Ruyu chuckled, her smile carrying a deeper meaning than before, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes. "Do you think that there are only two outcomes in this world: life and death?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the waiter's calm expression froze, as if he had been gently stung by something.
Yan Ruyu watched his subtle changes, her smile growing deeper, her voice gentle yet chilling: "There is another kind, called living a life worse than death."
The feeling of being unable to live or die is far more unbearable than being cut in two.
The waiter's expression changed instantly; his previous composure crumbled like a sandcastle being washed away by the tide.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out, and the determination in his eyes was gradually replaced by a trace of panic.
"Tell me, what would happen if Zhou Zhenghang and the others found out that you betrayed Mr. Mo?"
Yan Ruyu's voice remained gentle, yet it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in the waiter's heart.
"I didn't!" The man's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted, and the words that came out of his mouth were filled with disbelief and urgency, and his cheeks flushed slightly with excitement.
"I have never betrayed you, sir! Don't you dare make false accusations here!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Ruyu slowly suppressed her smile, her eyes regaining their previous calm: "Whether it is or not is not up to you to decide, but up to this princess."
After saying that, she didn't look at the waiter again and turned to walk out of the cell.
"What are you going to do?"
The man lunged at the iron railing, gripping the cold bars tightly with both hands, his fingertips turning white from the force, his voice filled with panicked roars.
"Don't be ridiculous! I didn't betray you, sir! You can't slander me like this!"
Yan Ruyu didn't turn her head, and her figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the cell, leaving only the bartender's roar echoing in the empty prison.
He clung to the railing, his body swaying slightly. The ruthlessness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by fear.
He opened his mouth, wanting to shout something more, but found that his throat was blocked, and he could only let out hoarse sobs. His eyes were full of despair and unease.
Stepping out of the prison, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, and Yan Ruyu squinted slightly.
The fresh air rushed towards her, dispelling the oppressive atmosphere of the prison that clung to her, and allowing her tense nerves to relax slightly.
Just then, a hurried sound of footsteps came from afar.