Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 551: You Think Too Highly of Yourself

Ministry of Punishment’s prison.

Wang Yingluo definitely felt something was different.

Fu Rong had not only brought her a cotton quilt but also had brought her digestible porridge, even applying medicine to her wounds.

Her heart was filled with a surprise beyond measure.

Even if it wasn’t Jun Yuyan showing her favor, they must be treating her well for the sake of her abilities. After all, she was the only transmigrator in the Great Yan Dynasty. If they truly killed her, they would regret it when it was too late.

After drinking the porridge and regaining strength, Wang Yingluo began to boss Fu Rong around.

"Bring me a set of clean and comfortable clothes. My clothes are sticking to my skin, and it’s unbearable. No, I want to take a bath. Figure out a way to bring in bathwater!"

Fu Rong looked at her with an inscrutable smile.

"You are now a prisoner, you shouldn’t have so many demands."

"Hmph! I am unique; you must be clear about that in your heart. If you don’t satisfy me, I will refuse to eat or drink, ruining the hard-earned duties you have been given!"

Fu Rong scoffed, "It’s hard to imagine that you are already in your thirties and have studied for many years, yet your actions are more like those of someone who doesn’t think things through."

"What nonsense you’re spouting! You, a foot-washing maid, what qualifies you to judge me?"

What Wang Yingluo was most proud of were her knowledge and vision. To her, the people of Great Yan were all ancients, pedantic and obstinate, stubborn and closed-minded!

Although she had been defeated by Murong Jiu, she had underestimated her. But Murong Jiu herself possessed a legendary status in history, surrounded by many capable and eccentric individuals. Being defeated by Murong Jiu did not bring her shame.

But for Fu Rong, a lowly palace maid, to ridicule her, it was humiliating.

"Yet today, even I, a foot-washing maid, am superior to you. Wang Yingluo, you think you were treated kindly today because they value your abilities. How laughable. Don’t you know that in our Great Yan, condemned prisoners are always well-fed before their execution?"

"What, what are you talking about? Condemned prisoner? How could I possibly be a condemned prisoner? The Emperor and Empress wouldn’t kill me, it’s absolutely impossible!"

In her head were still so many pieces of knowledge, such a vast vision. She was unique in every way; how could Jun Yuyan and Murong Jiu wish to kill her?

It must be Fu Rong deceiving her!

Fu Rong smiled at her, then turned and left. However, her smile in Wang Yingluo’s eyes felt chillingly eerie.

Was she really going to be beheaded?

If she died this time, it would be truly over.

This life was hard-won, as was her pretty and young face. She didn’t want to die!

Wang Yingluo started to panic.

In movies and TV shows, condemned prisoners were given a full meal before their execution. Perhaps Fu Rong was not lying.

And what reason would Fu Rong have to deceive her? The disdain in her eyes when she sneered, she saw her as a self-brought, self-serving condemned prisoner, didn’t she?

Furthermore, since entering the prison these past few days, neither Fu Rong nor anyone else had come to question her about anything; they ignored her completely, utterly indifferent.

She had originally thought this was a form of interrogation tactic, but now she suddenly felt that she might indeed be executed.

So no one cared about her, nor did they think to extract a confession from her.

She knew she had fallen into a trap. Those experiences that seemed so real were actually just illusions, and from the words spoken by Murong Jiu and Fu Rong, she knew she had unwittingly been duped into talking.

But she did not know exactly what they had found out.

They were going to execute her; could it be that she truly had no use left at all?

Wang Yingluo finally began to panic.

She felt as though an invisible knife hung over her head, ready to fall at any moment.

She didn’t want to die!

"There must be something they don’t know about, something that shows I am still of great use; then they won’t kill me!"

Wang Yingluo started to rack her brains.

...

"Wang Yingluo asked the jailer for paper and pen, and she was frantically writing something, trying to struggle in the face of death."

The Hidden Guard reported the situation in the prison to Jun Yuyan and Murong Jiu.

With a sense of crisis, Wang Yingluo desperately wanted to survive.

But she didn’t know how much they already knew, so she could only write down everything that she could think of on paper.

Coal mine locations, iron mine locations, rare metal locations, oil locations... it all seemed confusing and overwhelming.

The iron mines might be of some use; coal mining had already begun during the previous dynasty, albeit with backward technology and very limited production. As for rare metals and oil, even if they could extract them, they wouldn’t know how to use them, not to mention that oil requires very deep mining shafts to be excavated.

Moreover, the locations Wang Yingluo knew were from books or the internet in later ages, and they were just approximate, not specific addresses.

"Excessive exploitation is not necessarily a good thing, and we have enough iron and copper mines for now. If we are too greedy, it could lead to unforeseeable consequences. Even if we want the country to be strong and prosperous, we can’t leap across a millennium’s chasm and history; we can only do our best to bring welfare to the nation and its people."

"Ah Jiu is right," Jun Yuyan mused. "We have already obtained many useful things from Wang Yingluo, there is no need to squeeze her for more. Too much greed can lead to indigestion, as the saying goes. Those are things not of our realm, and all Wang Yingluo herself knows are generalities. She is trying to use these things to turn her fate around, to make us spare her life."

But whether Wang Yingluo’s life could be spared was not for them to decide. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Once the soul exchange took place again, whether Wang Yingluo lived or died was her own karma.

In the prison, Wang Yingluo had written all day long, with piles of paper everywhere.

"I want to see the Emperor! Fu Rong, take me to see the Emperor!"

"I will make Great Yan the foremost nation in the world, one that will last for thousands of years without parallel! Believe me, with me here, I won’t let Great Yan disappear from history. We, the descendants of Yan and Huang, will become the most superior nation in the future, and I can ensure that the Imperial Family’s legacy lasts forever, with the Emperor’s descendants reigning supreme among the nobility!"

"Fu Rong, go, go and relay the message! The Emperor will surely be moved! Don’t miss this opportunity for a great cause!"

Outside the cell, Fu Rong remained indifferent.

Only after Wang Yingluo’s voice grew more and more shrill did she slowly open the prison door.

Wang Yingluo had already sorted all her written papers and held them in her arms.

As Fu Rong stepped closer, her face became increasingly terrified.

"What, what are you doing? Even if you take my things, there’s nothing more specific on them. All the information is in my head; if you dare come closer, I’ll hypnotize myself and destroy everything!"

Fu Rong couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this.

"You think too highly of yourself."

With that, she pulled out a firestarter and with a flick, a flame leaped out.

"What are you doing!"