My Husband Is Not Easy To Mess With. - Chapter 53: Not the Same as You
Chapter 53: Not the Same as You
This area housed serious offenders.
The crimes were almost all major offenses punishable by beheading, confiscation of property, or even execution of the whole clan, and most of the people inside were put there by Nie Yao.
They were truly happy.
This time, Nie Yao was inside too.
“Ah ha ha ha! Ah ha ha ha!! You have this day too! Die, you’ll die tomorrow! Ha ha ha… ha ha ha ha…”
The laughter was truly grating.
At first, Nie Yao ignored him, but after laughing, the person started cursing.
This prison was truly a good place for reforming people. Before entering, they would maintain their self-importance and only use pretentious terms like “rotten wood” or “dog villain,” but after living here for a while, they could say anything.
“Hey, you, um, yes, you!” Nie Yao called out to a jailer, “Make him quiet for a bit.”
This was a minor request.
The jailer didn’t know if Nie Yao would ever get out again, but judging by the attitude of the Imperial Guards, he decided to serve him well first regardless of the future.
“Yes, your humble servant will make him quiet immediately.”
The jailer was tall and strong, holding a bloody whip.
After several ineffective lashings through the cell bars at the door, he simply opened the door, viciously kicked the man down, and then forcefully kicked his head twice.
The man was kicked until he was disoriented and unable to curse anymore.
Yikes~
That was too much.
Nie Yao looked away.
He sat on a chair made of phoebe zhennan wood, brewed a pot of high-quality Longjing tea, and enjoyed the scenery in the prison while sipping his tea.
It was dark and damp.
Rats were crawling everywhere.
Fortunately, his current status allowed him to have the place cleaned, otherwise, he would have to sleep with the thin, dirty grey rats tonight.
“Corrupt official… should die…”
The man lay on the ground for a while, slightly regained consciousness, and continued to curse.
It was evident that he was seriously injured just now, and his voice was a bit weak.
“Corrupt official? This official thinks he did a pretty good job as the Minister of Revenue.” Since he was just waiting, Nie Yao simply struck up a conversation with him, “As for you…”
After a brief look, he recognized the disheveled, skinny middle-aged man as the Marquis of Wenlin, who was imprisoned three months ago.
This man had killed a young ge’er because his marriage proposal was rejected.
Nie Yao didn’t care how high-ranking the perpetrator was or how powerful their backing was. Any killer he caught had to be sentenced according to the law.
Intentional homicide, death penalty, no discussion.
“You killed someone and still have the nerve to complain? Little Wen, are you planning to be reborn as a beast in your next life?”
“Of course I complain! What mistake did this Marquis make?” The former Marquis of Wenlin, now a death row inmate, was still talking brazenly, “The mistake is yours! It’s you, Nie Yao, relying on the military power in your family to bully people like us!”
“This Marquis merely killed a stupid, ignorant ge’er. Does a mere commoner’s life warrant this Marquis’s life?”
“Why? This Marquis is a member of the imperial family!”
Which means his sister married the old toad, nothing to be proud of.
Was that old toad a good person? Marrying him meant the sky should have fallen.
Nie Yao: “I’ve already killed dozens of imperial relatives like you, so you’re nothing special. You think they are commoners? But in this official’s eyes, you are no better.”
“Heh… hehe…”
His dry, broken voice let out intermittent chuckles, which were quite spooky in the dark cell.
When he finished laughing.
He stopped cursing and said, “Nie Yao, you monster!”
“Oh, how am I a monster?”
Nie Yao slowly sipped his tea.
He signaled for the other person to continue.
“This world is inherently about the survival of the fittest. Officials are naturally nobler than commoners! It was his honor that this Marquis would take a liking to that commoner, even offering the position of Primary Husband for marriage!”
“He was ignorant! It was him!!”
“He deserved to die!! He deserved to die! This Marquis did nothing wrong! This Marquis did nothing wrong!!”
He roared twice.
And then fainted.
Was he perhaps knocked out by his own loud voice?
Death row inmates had no human rights; Nie Yao wouldn’t get him a doctor.
With no one left to talk to, and the neighboring cells being empty.
The surroundings were quiet.
Nie Yao drank two cups of tea, took off his outer robe, and lay down on the bed to rest.
He could feel that the quilt prepared by the Imperial Guards was new, very soft, and lying on it made him feel light.
It was quite comfortable.
The incense smelled nice too, a faint floral scent, the kind his wife liked.
He wondered how his wife was doing now.
Did he eat properly? Some officials spoke harshly today; would his wife casually find an excuse to execute them? The temperature was quite low today; would his wife be cold?
His wife was very afraid of the cold.
He had to hold him every night before he would sleep.
He probably wouldn’t be able to go back tonight… would his wife cry?
Nie Yao was a little worried.
A man who used to be so focused that he could camp out in the wilderness for months without distractions was now distracted by so many concerns after only half a day in a prison cell.
“Alas…”
Nie Yao sighed.
He missed his wife a little. He wondered how his wife was doing now.
“Creak~”
The door of the dilapidated cell made a deep, muffled sound as it was pushed open.
Someone actually entered his single cell?
Nie Yao instantly became alert. Sensing the person getting closer, he immediately flipped over and prepared to deliver a heavy blow to the intruder.
“Wife?!”
Seeing who it was, Nie Yao was shocked and immediately stopped his movement, “Wife, why are you here?”
Worried about his wife being recognized, he quickly pulled him into his arms.
The two spoke in hushed tones.
“I came to keep you company.” Du Suilan naturally leaned on his husband, his tone extremely casual, as if he had come to go on a trip or have a meal with him.
“Wife, I’m in prison.” Why would anyone want to keep him company in prison?
Was this place some kind of good spot?
Nie Yao urged his wife to go back immediately.
It was too damp here, which was bad for his health.
“What’s wrong with it?” Du Suilan didn’t care, “If you can sleep here, why can’t I? Are you looking down on me?”
“No!” How dare he. Nie Yao explained, “Go back, wife. I don’t want to see you suffer. It’s only a few days anyway. Once the fish takes the bait, I’ll go back to you immediately.”
“No!”
Du Suilan wouldn’t leave.
He said, “Where you are, I am. Whether it’s the imperial prison or the ends of the earth, I will be with you! Don’t ever think about shaking me off this life!”
The beginning of the sentence was touching, but what were those words at the end?
Nie Yao: “Wife, don’t wrong me; I’ve never thought of abandoning you.” But he couldn’t take him everywhere he went, could he?
He was in prison right now!
“I don’t care!” Du Suilan clung to him, “A woman follows her husband wherever he goes. I’m married to you, so even if you go to prison, I’ll follow you!”
What was all this about?
Nie Yao tried to reason with him, but his wife simply refused to leave him temporarily.
He was really clingy.
Nie Yao looked down and kissed his wife on the cheek, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curling up, “Wife, did you intentionally arrange such an out-of-the-way cell for me?”
“Yes! I did it on purpose! What about it?”
Du Suilan was self-assured, “Wherever my husband goes, I naturally have to follow! Don’t think about shaking me off!!”
He emphasized it again.
This time, Nie Yao gave up, having no choice but to let him stay on him.