The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 1012 - 1007: Courting Death

Tossing and turning, even after beating many people and expending much effort, there was no substantial result, only making the common people’s complaints more vocal.

"What are they trying to do? Wasn’t King Jin here to provide disaster relief? Why are they treating us like this?" The people were extremely disappointed in him.

Jin Zijin strode into the interrogation room set up solely for the disaster victims and said coldly, "What’s going on?"

Lord Jie followed behind, with much of the gloom in his heart dissipating.

He had thought that the Prince would not interfere since that was what had been said earlier, but to his surprise, as soon as they arrived, they started inquiring about the disaster victims—it seemed they were not completely uninvolved.

Lord Jie didn’t know much about Jin Zijin, only hoping that he wouldn’t be as indifferent to everyone’s life and death as King Jin, merely focusing on his splendid throne.

Gu Youyou glanced once, her expression darkened, and said only to Jin Zijin, "I’m going to check on the patients."

Then she left.

Lord Jie didn’t trust Jin Zijin, but he did trust Gu Youyou.

Since Gu Youyou had gone to the quarantine zone, there was hope for them.

Thinking this, the gloom in Lord Jie’s heart faded even more.

"Check the prisoners," said King Jin to Jin Zijin, obviously with no pleasant expression.

He was surprised to see him there; wasn’t Jin Zijin supposed to be uninvolved in this natural disaster? Hearing of the flood, he had hurried off, not to provide disaster relief but to follow Gu Youyou to Lotus Village to fetch the Gu Family.

But why was he here now?

And that Gu Youyou, who nearly crippled him, why was she here too?

"What have you found?" Jin Zijin asked, emotionless as he looked at two ordinary people who had been beaten until their flesh split open.

King Jin pointed at the two men and said, "Out of these two, one must be the rumor monger. Of course, it’s possible that both are."

"Oh?" Jin Zijin turned his head, looking at him in surprise, and said, "How are you so sure that these two are spreading rumors? Have they confessed?"

The two weary individuals hurriedly said, "No, it wasn’t me; I didn’t spread it."

"It wasn’t me either, I heard it from him."

"No, I heard it from him; there were many others, not just him—many people were talking..."

King Jin sneered, "Listen, they can’t even clearly say who told them. That’s because it was these two who spread it. Of course, there are many more plotting rebellion, not just these two. But no worries, since the Emperor has sent me to handle this, I will arrest them all, no one less."

"Alas!" Lord Jie shook his head and sighed, his gaze turning toward Jin Zijin.

Jin Zijin still showed little emotion, just glanced once and then turned to leave.

Lord Jie hesitated for a moment, then followed him out.

He was still holding the written memorial to the throne; should he submit it or not?

Now that Jin Zijin had come, better not to submit it until he knows his mind.

Lord Jie then tucked the memorial away.

King Jin’s face was clouded with gloom, unleashing his anger onto the two disaster victims.

He commanded harshly, "Beat them, beat them to death."

Then he walked out of the temporary tent with a dark face.

The pitiful screams of the two disaster victims emanated from inside the tent, traveling far.

The crowd huddled together in fear, shivering.

Gu Youyou frowned and said in a low voice, "Can’t you control that King Jin? I don’t like hearing such sounds."

Jin Zijin replied, "He’s courting death."