The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 147 Cloud Feather 6

"We both know the methods of interrogation in the dungeon; it's absolutely worse than death! Anyone else would probably have broken down mentally and said anything the interrogator wanted to hear."

Yet, these two women, having endured a night of grueling interrogation, remained remarkably composed, their accounts identical to their initial statements. This demonstrates that they had received specialized training; otherwise, they wouldn't possess such unwavering willpower.

Don't say that Gong Ziyu looks down on women. In fact, once you enter the palace dungeon, there is no distinction between genders. In fact, those who enter are not even considered human beings, but merely living creatures that can breathe. The interrogation methods in the dungeon far exceed the limits that humans can endure.

Whipping, beatings, and needle pricks are all child's play here. Leaving aside other methods, poison alone is enough to make them wish they were dead.

Women in the martial arts world, like girls from ordinary families, were mostly confined to the inner quarters. If they could learn a few self-defense skills, it was already considered a sign of their family's leniency. Most families still raised their daughters to be dignified, virtuous, and obedient, waiting for them to reach marriageable age so they could marry into a good family.

Yun Weishan and Shangguan Qian, one from a famous merchant family and the other from a family of doctors, were both pampered girls who grew up in their families. They were spoiled from a young age, and if they got a scrape on their skin, their families would feel sorry for them for a long time.

How could they, who were raised in such a pampered manner, possibly withstand the torture in the dungeon?

Gong Ziyu explained his thoughts to Jin Fan one by one, and witnessed the other party first suddenly understand and then look at him with admiration. Gong Ziyu felt helpless.

This was just him making a reasonable analysis from the perspective of a normal person; it wasn't anything amazing or groundbreaking. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?

This is something anyone could think of, right?

Then think back to how everyone acted after the palace gates learned that there was a Wufeng assassin among the brides.

He seemed to understand something!

After sitting for a while, Gong Ziyu straightened his sleeves and went to offer incense before the spirit tablets of Gong Hongyu and Gong Huanyu.

"Going to see the three elders with a blade, aren't you going to change your clothes?" Jin Fan looked at Gong Ziyu in her plain white mourning clothes, and hesitated to speak.

Gong Ziyu looked at the plain clothes on her body, raised an eyebrow, and could hardly suppress her surprise. She almost blurted out: Are you alright?

Who takes off their mourning clothes three days after their parents die?

Even when the emperor observed mourning for the emperor, which was done in days instead of months, he still had to observe it for 27 days!

Are palace gates really so informal?

"Holding a blade?"

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Jin Fan couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Gong Ziyu's expression was cold and stern as he said decisively, "No exchange, we'll go as is!"

……

The deep, resonant sound of the bell echoed through the valley. Inside the Hall of the Blade Master, a solemn and dignified atmosphere prevailed. The three elders were already seated on their high thrones. Below, Gong Zishang, Gong Shangjiao, and Gong Yuanzheng stood on either side, patiently awaiting the arrival of those who had not yet arrived.

Since the guard informed Gong Ziyu, everyone had been waiting here for half a day, and a subtle tension and anticipation filled the air.

The three elders felt somewhat helpless. Originally, they had only invited Gong Ziyu and Gong Shangjiao this time, intending to discuss the selection of their respective brides with them.

Unexpectedly, Gong Yuanzheng came uninvited, and Gong Zishang followed him there after learning about it.

What was supposed to be a private meeting turned into a small family gathering.

Gong Yuanzheng looked slightly agitated. He gently moved his legs, which were stiff from standing for a long time, and complained in a low voice, "Gong Ziyu has just become a Blade Master, and he's already acting so arrogant."

Upon hearing this, Elder Yue frowned and solemnly warned, "Young Master Zheng, never speak ill of Lord Zhiren behind his back!"

Gong Yuanzheng's expression froze instantly, and he immediately shut his mouth, simply crossing his arms to silently express his dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, Gong Zishang on the opposite side couldn't help but roll her eyes and secretly gave her a provocative look.

Enraged, Gong Yuanzheng glared back fiercely.

Just as the two were exchanging glances, someone outside the Blade Hall spoke loudly.

"Greetings, Lord Blade Master!"

Gong Ziyu has finally arrived!

Upon hearing the sound, everyone inside the hall turned their gazes towards the outside.

Gong Ziyu appeared calm and composed, his hands behind his back, as he slowly walked into the courtyard with steady and powerful steps.

His plain white mourning clothes were like the first snow covering the earth, exuding a cold aura, making him as stern as frost and snow. In addition, his aura was now fully activated, and his majestic presence was awe-inspiring, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

With Gong Ziyu's arrival, the entire courtyard seemed to be enveloped by a unique aura—an indescribable sense of power and an invisible pressure that inspired awe. The majesty emanating from him was like a strong autumn wind sweeping away withered leaves, carrying an undeniable authority that compelled everyone to bow their heads in submission.

Wherever he went, the guards on duty bowed and paid their respects.

"Greetings, Lord Blade Master!"

"Greetings, Lord Blade Master!"

"..."

The sound echoed throughout the courtyard, like waves crashing one after another.

However, Gong Ziyu seemed to be used to such scenes. Faced with the respect of the guards, he still kept his eyes straight ahead and did not stop walking. He simply stretched out a hand and waved it slightly to signal them to get up.

The palace gates were strictly hierarchical, with distinct levels and orderly layout.

As the one in charge of the blade, he is at the top of the pyramid, and his appropriate sense of distance allows him to better maintain relationships with his superiors and subordinates.

Excessive closeness, while it may win people over in the short term and create a superficial harmony, may also inadvertently sow the seeds of future problems.

In the long run, this is not conducive to future development.

In light of this, Gong Ziyu simply chose to present a dignified image.

As for his changes from before to now, the excuses are readily available: the death of his father and brother caused him to be traumatized, which led to a drastic change in his personality, and this is perfectly reasonable.

"Greetings, three elders!"

Gong Ziyu walked into the hall under the watchful eyes of everyone and immediately raised his hand to bow to the three elders, Hua Xueyue.

The three elders all nodded in return.

Gong Zishang naturally jumped to stand next to him, and the two stood together.

The moment the two people opposite him saw him, a barely perceptible chill crept onto their calm expressions.

Gong Ziyu felt their gazes and turned his head to look at them, eager to know how they planned to deal with him.

The Old Man of the Moon looked Gong Ziyu up and down. Considering that he had just lost his father, his anxiety, which had been building up due to the long wait, immediately softened.

“Ziyu, according to ancient rites, when parents pass away, children should observe three years of mourning to show their grief.”

Upon hearing this, Gong Ziyu nodded in agreement.

That's more like it!

When parents pass away, it is natural for children to observe mourning.

How could it be as Jin Fan said, that they changed out of their mourning clothes before the mourning period was over?

Having proven herself right, Gong Ziyu nodded again.