Mo Jiuye did not look at Xue Bo again, but instead walked up to the Empress.
Upon seeing this, the Empress instinctively wanted to retreat backward.
Unfortunately, behind her was the corpse of the villainous Xue, leaving her with nowhere to move.
"Mo Jiuye...if you're a man, give this Empress a swift end..."
A swift end?
You don't deserve it!
In the blink of an eye, Mo Jiuye did not hesitate to sprinkle a powder on her wounds.
"What are you doing?" The Empress was filled with terror the moment she saw him take out a small porcelain bottle.
"What am I doing? Of course, I'm going to let you taste the agony of wishing for death first."
Towards such a vicious woman, Mo Jiuye had no intention of going easy.
Compared to those who were killed by her and her daughter, this wasn't even enough.
Especially thinking about how Old Eight Zhou described the deaths of Peng Wang and his group of officers, Mo Jiuye once again approached Xue Bo.
Nan Yu had shown him the case files, and he knew that it was Xue Bo who had led the execution of Peng Wang and the others.
With the mastermind right before his eyes, even subjecting him to the most severe tortures would not be excessive.
Mo Jiuye lifted Xue Bo up, putting him in a seated position.
Due to the shock and pain from his wounds, Xue Bo showed signs of fainting again.
Pulled up roughly by Mo Jiuye, Xue Bo instantly regained awareness, feeling excruciating pain all over his body.
However, without his tongue, he could not utter a word, only letting out a series of increasingly agonized wails.
This time, He Zhiran had prepared many tools for torturing people for Mo Jiuye's use.
Such as sulfuric acid.
When human skin comes into contact with this substance, it feels as if being burned by fire.
Mo Jiuye poured an entire small bottle of sulfuric acid onto Xue Bo's face.
Xue Bo's face was already covered in various wounds, and upon contact with the sulfuric acid, the pain caused him to shriek in agony once more.
The Empress, seeing her brother's horrifically mangled face, was nearly scared to death.
However, next, Mo Jiuye took out another bottle of sulfuric acid and poured it onto her face.
Inside the prison cell, the siblings' agonized screams grew louder and louder, yet even so, Mo Jiuye's hatred towards them did not diminish in the slightest.
In short, any method that could make them wish for death, Mo Jiuye made them endure.
It was only a pity that the villainous Xue died too quickly, unable to experience these tortures.
It was not until an entire hour later that the three people in the prison cell had completely lost their breath.
Mo Jiuye cleaned the blood stains off himself, then strode out of the prison cell with a light step.
Although Nan Yu had made prior arrangements for this matter, giving Mo Jiuye the opportunity to personally deal with these people, he had only recently taken power, and many might still harbor defiance.
Therefore, for him to have done this much was already not easy.
To prevent any incidents, during the time Mo Jiuye was in the prison cell, Nan Yu had people guarding outside.
Nan Rui was also by Nan Yu's side the entire time. Now, he and the Nan Yu brothers were closer than blood brothers, having endured hardships together.
Most importantly, Nan Rui had no desire to contend for the throne, so there was no resentment in their interactions.
Similarly, he had been silently supporting Nan Yu all along.
The bond between the two brothers was cultivated bit by bit through these adversities.
The two brothers went to welcome Mo Jiuye when they saw him emerge.
"Is everything taken care of?" Nan Yu asked softly.
Mo Jiuye nodded solemnly, "Everything is taken care of, but the deaths of those few were quite horrific, so I'm afraid it will still cause trouble for the Third Prince."
"No problem, I've already anticipated this. At that time, I will explain to the Emperor that, aware of their grave crimes, they committed suicide in the prison cell.
Regardless of whether they died sooner or later, they were destined to die, and no one will dwell on the manner of their deaths."
On this point, Nan Yu was quite confident. In these past few days of taking over state affairs, he had discovered that the formerly neutral ministers, not to mention those who obeyed Emperor Shunwu's decree to follow his orders, would comply without hesitation.
As for those who had previously sided with Nan Qi, they now knew his true identity and would not cause any trouble.
Most of those from the Empress's faction were opportunists who followed the wind, so they were not to be taken seriously.
Most importantly, they were now concerned that their former master had fallen, wondering when the fire would spread to them.
They could barely protect themselves, let alone dare to speak out; they would prefer to have no presence at all.
In short, Nan Yu had nothing to worry about regarding this matter. As long as no one witnessed Mo Jiuye personally dealing with the Xue family members, all initiative would remain in his own hands.
After sincerely expressing his gratitude, Mo Jiuye returned to the Minister's residence.
He and He Zhiran still had no plans to leave the Capital city for the time being.
On one hand, they wanted to wait for Minister Hao to submit his resignation to the court, so they could return to the northwest together.
Additionally, they still possessed the imperial seal, so in case Emperor Shunwu regained power and harbored suspicions towards Nan Yu, Mo Jiuye could offer him a favor to smooth things over.
Of course, he also hoped that he was worrying unnecessarily, and that Nan Yu would successfully inherit the throne, which was what he wished to see for the people of Da Shun to have better lives sooner.
Since they had decided to temporarily stay in the Capital city to observe the situation, Mo Jiuye planned to send word of his safety to his family first.
That night, Mo Jiuye wrote a letter and had Little White deliver it to the northwest, so his family would not worry about them.
The two of them stayed for eight days.
After all, the crimes of the Mo family had not yet been redressed, so to prevent news of their daughter and son-in-law's presence in the Capital city from leaking out, not a single servant dismissed from the Minister's residence was called back.
Except for breakfast, Minister Hao's meals were all taken care of by his son-in-law Mo Jiuye.
Each day, Mo Jiuye would prepare a shopping list for Uncle Feng to go out and purchase the ingredients, then he would personally cook a few small dishes for the family to eat.
Minister Hao never expected that his son-in-law would possess such impressive culinary skills, completely reshaping his perception.
Setting aside Mo Jiuye's former status, just the fact that a rough man who spent his days wielding swords and spears could cook was enough to make Minister Hao look at him in a new light.
Moreover, in Minister Hao's understanding, the principle of scholars staying out of the kitchen originated from the sages' teachings, and cooking was meant to be done by women.
Yet not only did his precious daughter not enter the kitchen, but her meals were personally prepared and served to her by her husband.
It seemed that his insistence on upholding his promise and allowing his daughter to marry into the Mo family was absolutely correct.
Although their life in the northwest might not be as comfortable as in the Capital city, just the fact that his son-in-law cherished her so much was already a great comfort to him as a father...
