Can a System Have Bad Intentions? - Chapter 175

In the prison.

As soon as Teacher Zhao was imprisoned, he was subjected to torture.

Unlike He Yujiao, who quickly gave in, Teacher Zhao endured the brutal punishment without uttering a word. He firmly insisted that it was his own decision to transfer Magistrate Zhao’s son to a different class.

As for the reason, he claimed that he had a dream in which Confucius himself told him that Magistrate Zhao’s son was the reincarnation of Confucius.

No one believed such nonsense.

Looking at the old man, who was barely alive and covered in blood, the Minister of Justice sighed and turned to the Chief Justice and the Imperial Censor, “He must have something significant on Gu Zongming. Let’s investigate further; he won’t talk unless we find it.”

The Chief Justice frowned and shook his head, “He has no children, his 80-year-old mother died three years ago, and he has no relatives left in the world. What leverage could there be? Fame and fortune?  He’s nearly dead from the beating, and his unauthorized transfer of students has already ruined his reputation among scholars. What else could he care about?”

“Start with his social connections. We must hurry before Gu Zongming makes a move.”

As they spoke, Magistrate Zhao rushed in with a small, thin man following him.

“Who is this?” the Minister of Justice asked, looking at the person behind Magistrate Zhao.

Magistrate Zhao didn’t stop to answer as he passed his colleagues. “I’ve already sent people to investigate Teacher Zhao’s social connections. If you have extra men, send them out too. This is Young Master of the Qiao Family Inn, whom He Yujiao specifically asked to see. Let them meet.”

Lu Tang, who was following Magistrate Zhao, politely greeted the three officials.

Just then, the Sixth Princess and the Crown Princess hurried over from He Yujiao’s cell. Seeing Lu Tang, the lively Sixth Princess rushed over, took her hand, and said, “Little Tang, you’re here! Have you had breakfast? I’ve prepared crystal dumplings and milk. You should have some.”

The Crown Princess also approached with a smile, holding Lu Tang’s other hand, “If you don’t like it, just tell them what you want, and they will bring it.”

With that, the two princesses led Lu Tang away.

The four officials left behind were stunned and then furious.

What? The Sixth Princess and the Crown Princess were holding a man’s hand and walking away together?

Do the princes know about this?

It’s not even summer yet, and the green is so lush already?

Who is this Young Master of the Qiao Family Inn?

Why do the princesses’ eyes light up when they talk to him?

It was like seeing their long-awaited daughter-in-law finally arrive.

Damn! No way!

The four officials’ minds collectively reached the same conclusion, and their faces turned even more terrifying.

Rumor had it that the Ninth Prince had fallen for someone he shouldn’t have, angering the emperor greatly.

Could it be?

Magistrate Zhao, driven by gossip despite his pressing duties, stumbled and rushed towards He Yujiao’s cell.

The other three officials snapped back to attention. Forget the case, let’s go watch!

Due to Magistrate Zhao’s special care, He Yujiao was placed in the darkest, dampest cell. The Crown Princess and the Sixth Princess, fearing the dampness would affect their dear Little Tang, pulled her out and took her to a spacious, dry interrogation room.

The table in the interrogation room was laden with a variety of food.

Anyone knowing the context would understand this was for questioning a prisoner.

Anyone else might think the prison officials were having a team-building event.

Lu Tang, led by the Crown Princess, entered the room and was seated in a chair with a soft cushion. The Crown Princess personally brought over a dish of ginger vinegar. “If you can’t stand the smell here, dip your crystal dumplings in this.”

Lu Tang was overwhelmed by their warmth!

He Yujiao, tied to a post and covered in injuries, watched the Crown Princess’s attentiveness to Lu Tang with seething jealousy.

“Do you want to know where the person from Zhao Kingdom is? Cut her face, and I’ll tell you everything. Otherwise, you’ll get nothing from me!”

【Dear Host, you have a new task. Please check.】

【Complete a violent output task and become a violence master.】

Before Lu Tang could react to this “violent output” task, the Sixth Princess drew a whip from her waist and lashed it at He Yujiao.

“Cut our Little Tang’s face? Nonsense! I’d rather never know where the Zhao Kingdom person is than harm a hair on Little Tang’s head.”

【Host, hurry. This task is timed. Countdown: 50, 49, 48…】

Lu Tang didn’t have time to hesitate. Seeing the Crown Princess still seated, she ducked under the table, popped up, grabbed the Sixth Princess’s whip, and started whipping He Yujiao.

Does this count as paid revenge?

As the whipping continued, the four officials watched in shock:

Is this the type the Ninth Prince likes?

Then my son is safe!

Seeing Lu Tang whip in a frenzy, the Sixth Princess quickly grabbed another whip, “Little Tang, don’t tire yourself out. I know you’re angry, let me help you vent. Whipping is tiring, your arms will hurt tomorrow.”

【29, 28, 27…】

The system’s countdown continued.

Seeing time running out, Lu Tang whipped even harder but realized she couldn’t win against the experienced Sixth Princess.

Realizing she couldn’t compete, Lu Tang threw the whip aside and, hearing the system’s countdown, rushed at He Yujiao.

Already dazed from the whippings, He Yujiao’s mind buzzed in pain.

Seeing the Sixth Princess nearly whip Lu Tang, the Crown Princess shouted, “Careful!” The Sixth Princess redirected her whip to the wall.

Meanwhile, Lu Tang reached He Yujiao and started punching and kicking her.

【Ding!】

【Congratulations, Host, for becoming a violence master. Your reward is being generated. Please check.】

Hearing this, Lu Tang sighed with relief, stepped back, and leaned against the wall.

Beating someone is exhausting.

He Yujiao, who was beaten senseless, wondered:

【Congratulations, Host, you have received an iron pill from the Hall of the King of Hell.】

Lu Tang: ?

“What is this?”

Before Lu Tang could react, a small iron ball, about the size of a malt ball, appeared in her hand.