Chapter 1470 - 1468: Sending You Away
Chapter 1470: Chapter 1468: Sending You Away
The masked man seemed quite satisfied with his reaction, his smile expanded a little further.
"You don’t need to worry!"
"I will definitely send you away happily."
Lv Zhaoliang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Send me away? Then hurry up, I need to get out of this damned place!"
The masked man suddenly chuckled softly.
"Really?"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Lv Zhaoliang’s attitude was arrogant.
Having noticed the masked man maintained a good attitude all along, Lv Zhaoliang once again succumbed to his habit of arrogance.
Ultimately, the superiority presented by the Fuguo Duke’s Mansion was too overwhelming for him.
He grew up this way, and it’s impossible for him to change overnight.
The masked man didn’t reply upon hearing that, he gently picked up the wine glass beside him, and slowly poured a cup of wine.
"Don’t rush, my brother!"
"Since you’re here, you should spend some good time with me!"
"Look, this is the gift I’ve prepared for you!"
Lv Zhaoliang was quite surprised.
His eyes wandered around, looking at the masked man, the wine and food, the Huanghuali wood table and chairs, and then at the dim and decrepit cell that even emitted a smell of mildew. For once, he fell into deep thought.
He began to doubt: What kind of place is this, so bizarre?
Seeing his hesitation, the masked man took two steps forward.
"Don’t worry! How about this: you drink one cup, and I’ll answer one question for you?"
Lv Zhaoliang looked at the wine in the cup, finally sensing the danger approaching.
He recoiled as if burned, withdrawing his hand abruptly.
"It’s poisoned!"
The masked man neither argued nor got angry, nor did he persist. Instead, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
Then he stared fixedly at him, a slight sarcasm in his eyes.
Meaning: A real man, you’re quite the coward.
Lv Zhaoliang had never been subjected to such treatment before.
He quickly patted his chest, agreeing readily.
"Alright! Deal!"
The masked man shifted his gaze, turned around, poured another cup of wine, and brought it before him. No one noticed the strange glint in his eye when he bowed his head.
This time, Lv Zhaoliang drank without hesitation, then asked a question he had held back for a long time.
"Where is this place?"
The masked man answered straightforwardly.
"Princess’s Mansion Dungeon!"
Lv Zhaoliang felt a pang in his heart: It’s over, he really has been discovered—the Mansion of the Fourth Princess’s Dungeon, it really is...
He drank another cup and asked.
"When will you send me out?"
The masked man answered again.
"Very soon!"
Lv Zhaoliang felt as though his heart had risen from hell to heaven, he sighed deeply with relief and patted his chest with satisfaction.
"That’s good!"
He drank another cup and asked the third question.
"Who are you? Are you here to save me?"
The masked man hesitated for a moment, then said indifferently.
"Sort of!"
He was not a man of many words, his tone was cold, but each word brought Lv Zhaoliang hope.
He even started to appreciate the cool iron mask, reaching out through the bars to pat the masked man’s shoulder, forging camaraderie.
"Brother, I, Lv, will never forget your great kindness!"
"Once I’m out, I’ll invite you for a drink. At that time, you can pick any girl you like from Bai Fang Pavilion, it’s on me, how about it?"
To most men, drinking wine with company was the most effective social method.
There’s hardly any relation that cannot be tightened with one session of wine and company, if not then perhaps two sessions.
Ninety-nine percent of men, young and old, in the capital, follow this practice.
However...
This didn’t apply to the masked man before him.
His body stiffened slightly, and the face behind the mask vaguely frowned, finally saying.
"I won’t go!"
The icy tone was like a solid copper wall without any gaps, causing Lv Zhaoliang to hit a wall full of frustration.
He awkwardly rubbed his nose and smiled in a flattering manner.
"Alright then, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine, as long as you’re happy!"
The masked man stood in front of him and said no more, nor moved, appearing as a statue.
Lv Zhaoliang paced around the cell three times before suddenly thinking of a question.
He then asked for another cup of wine and, after drinking it, asked.
"Who sent you to save me?"
As expected, the masked man answered again.
"Fourth Princess!"
Lv Zhaoliang now fully relaxed.
"Haha, I knew it was like this!"
"So what if this is the Princess’s Mansion? So what if I offended her?"
"She still has to let me go honestly?"
"Thinking back three generations, the Late Emperor gave the Fuguo Duke’s Mansion considerable respect, not to mention the present Emperor!"
"Alas! Nothing to fear, nothing to fear at all!"
He swayed, proudly staring at those few small dishes.
They still looked quite delightful!
He promptly called out to the masked man.
"Brother, bring them over, let’s have a few more drinks!"
"We are fated to meet!"
The face hidden behind the mask held a cold smile.
’Indeed, we are fated, that you die at my hands!’
With contempt in his heart, he still persuaded with a facade.
"Are you sure?"
"Once you finish eating these, you’ll have to leave!"
Lv Zhaoliang was so caught up in excitement that he could not discern the implications of these words, eagerly responding.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Let’s leave this rotten place, who’s going to miss it!"
He was genuinely hungry and just wanted something to eat.
The masked man moved the Li Hua wood table nearer to the cell, then handed over the chopsticks.
Lv Zhaoliang was very pleased, constantly offering.
"Brother, let’s eat together!"
The masked man shook his head firmly.
"No, you eat by yourself!"
"Fill up so you can leave promptly!"
Lv Zhaoliang indeed did not hesitate anymore, took up the chopsticks and began feasting.
It wasn’t long before the small dishes were all wiped out.
His face glowing with redness, he patted his own round belly, contently leaning against the iron bars.
"Brother, I’ve eaten well, when will you send me away?"
Having eaten well, he ought to sleep a bit, he missed the soft big bed at home.
It would be best if it came with the warm belly of a Beautiful Delicate Lady, now that’s wonderful.
The masked man smiled faintly.
"Don’t rush, very soon!"
"Just wait a little longer!"
As soon as the words were spoken.
Lv Zhaoliang stopped smiling.
The smile on his face instantly froze, the red glow turned ghastly white.
He desperately clutched at his aching stomach, his body slowly sliding down.
"I..."
"My stomach hurts so much!"
"I... help... help..."
"Why?"
The masked man stepped forward, giving the last answer.
"The wine was poisoned, and so was the food!"
"The poison is ineffective alone, only drinking and eating makes it work!"
"Sending you away means... sending you to hell."
"You can go happily, soon... your family will be reunited!"
Having said that, the masked man turned mercilessly to leave.
Lv Zhaoliang watched his back, unable to utter half a word.
His whole body convulsed, blood frothing out of his mouth, and amidst everyone’s silent expectation, he gradually stopped breathing.
From this moment on, the once flourishing Fuguo Duke’s Mansion finally began its collapse.
It perfectly confirmed the saying: The centipede does not stiffen even in death, to completely kill it, it must rot from within.