The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 102 Torture in Prison
Qin Shu met Her Majesty's eyes, finally came back to his senses, looked at the stupid thing he did in annoyance, and paused: "I ordered someone to prepare tea."

Gu Qingyi: "Go by yourself."

"……Yes."

Your Majesty... Maybe he wants to avoid it?

Mo Yan glanced at him, and really felt that His Majesty's temper has improved a lot.

Kneeling on one knee in front of her silently, from the moment he was sent to Zhao Prison by the Queen's order, he knew that he might suffer a lot this time, but he was mentally prepared.

Her Majesty's cold voice resounded in the execution room, revealing a bit of dignity: "First hit forty."

Mo Yan raised his head silently, his eyes turned around in the execution room, and finally fell on a long black whip hanging on the wall.

He got up silently, took off his black coat, and let the jailer tie himself to the rack.

If His Majesty said beating, then what will be used on him will definitely not be those messy instruments of torture.

The moment the crack of the whip sounded, Gu Qingyi lowered his eyes and didn't look at it.

If Qin Shu came back later and saw King Xuanwu's miserable appearance, he didn't know what would happen!
He'd been whipped too, and knew how much it hurt.

Inside the torture chamber, only the sound of the whip breaking through the air, and the man's chaotic and rapid breathing were left.

King Xuanwu is probably the most taciturn one among the four kings, and also the most benevolent one among the four kings...compared with the other three kings.

The forty whips were finished soon, and Qin Shu still didn't come back. When the whips stopped, Gu Qingyi looked up at him: "How do you feel?"

Mo Yan was silent: "...It's okay."

Gu Qingyi nodded: "Continue."

The jailer looked hesitantly at the scarred body of King Xuanwu in front of him, and risked his life to kneel down: "Your Majesty, the forty lashes have been beaten."

Mo Yan heard the words and turned his head to glance at the person kneeling next to him.

Gu Qingyi said casually: "Then another forty lashes."

Really no kindness at all.

"Yes."

The jailer glanced at King Xuanwu, and silently swallowed his pleading words.

The person who was beaten didn't say anything, so he shouldn't be troublesome here, not to mention, he is just a small jailer, even if he begs for mercy, it won't be his turn.

The whips continued to fall and fell on the body, each whip brought a burst of burning pain, Mo Yan slowly lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Eighty lashes were enough to make him unable to get up.

Then soon someone will know that he was imprisoned by His Majesty, and was beaten to death by His Majesty in the prison. When the news is sent back to Wangcheng, it will be spread to other countries...

This process will probably take a long time.

"There is an assassin in the imperial palace, does King Xuanwu know who it is?"

Mo Yan was silent.

But I could feel that the whip that fell on my body lost the strength it should have.

The corners of Gu Qingyi's mouth were slightly raised, looking at his face dripping with cold sweat, his fists clenched tightly because of enduring the severe pain, his joints were clearly defined.

"According to the assassin's confession, there are still many people who sneaked into the imperial city, hiding in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate me when they seize the opportunity. King Xuanwu really has nothing to say?"

Mo Yan finally raised his head, his eyes fell on Her Majesty the Queen, and he was a little probing.

He can probably guess one or two of the queen's intentions, but now that she said these words, Mo Yan is a little confused which sentence is true and which is false.

(End of this chapter)