Ma'am, your vest fell off again

Chapter 176 Torture
Li Junhao wasn't there at the moment, so Yujin didn't pretend to be that gentle.

She was sitting on a small wooden stool holding a cup of tea, her eyes and brows were undisguisedly vicious, "I advise you to tell the truth, so as not to suffer flesh and blood."

"Yujin, I would like to advise you, if you do many unrighteous acts, you will die yourself. Wait for the child in Madam's womb, and sooner or later it will turn into a ghost and haunt you."

"I'm not even afraid of people, so what the hell are you afraid of? Fu Xuanrong, you should explain it quickly, I don't have much time to spend talking nonsense with you."

"Coincidentally, I don't have much time to talk nonsense with you. If you want to hit or punish me, you want to talk in my mouth? Dreaming!" Not to mention whether Li Junhao has been here before, if he keeps talking like this, he should It's midnight!
If she turns into a peacock in front of these people, her fate will definitely be miserable.

Yujin smiled viciously, "Very well, since you don't know how to flatter, then I don't have to be polite. You guys, let her experience the rules in the cell!"

The two leading jailers looked at each other, wondering: "My lord, we will leave wounds on our bodies when we run out of torture instruments. After all, she is the princess who was sealed by the emperor himself. If the superior blames it, we can eat it." I can't blame you."

"Stupid, you can't use a whip and iron, so why can't you use silver needles?!"

"Eh?" The jailer's eyes lit up.Yeah, why didn't they think of this.

"Yes, the subordinates will prepare now."

After a while, two jailers came over with a row of silver needles that shone with piercing light.This silver needle is at least four or five times longer than the one used for embroidery, if it gets into the flesh, you don't need to think about how painful it is.

Yujin stood up triumphantly, walked around in front of Fu Xuanrong twice, and said softly: "Sister, sister still loves you, if you tell me whether the prince has been here, I will not punish you again, how about it?"

Although Fu Xuanrong was afraid of the silver needle, she still gritted her teeth and said nothing.

This white lotus is almost insane, even capable of poisoning pregnant women. If she knows that Li Junhao has been here and she already has evidence in her hands, then she will be charged with murder for the rest of her life.

"Bah!" Staring at Yujin's smeared face, Fu Xuanrong suddenly spat at her.

Yujin's smiling face gradually became distorted and ferocious, she wiped the spittle off her face with a handkerchief, and said hoarsely: "Put me to death!"

"Yes!"

The jailer didn't dare to delay, took out the longest silver needle, and stabbed Fu Xuanrong's back with force.

"Ah!" Heart-piercing screams echoed in the cell, the silver needle seemed to penetrate her spine, and her lower body was numb and unconscious.

This jailer is obviously very experienced, and each needle fell on the most painful place on the person's body.

Fu Xuanrong was imprisoned for two days, and she didn't have much physical strength. After a toss, the clothes on her body were almost soaked in sweat, and her hair was messy and sticking to her cheeks. She looked very embarrassed.

Yujin patted Fu Xuanrong's face with her palm, and said happily: "I said a long time ago, don't try to fight against me, but you just don't listen. Do you really think you can climb on my head? Fu Xuanrong , you are so naive."

Fu Xuanrong's eyes were red, the blood on the eyeballs looked like they were about to burst, and blood was oozing from the teeth due to the bite too hard, "Yu Jin, sometimes I think you are such a poor wretch, even if you try your best ? Has Li Junhao ever looked at you once? You can only live as a so-called wife for the rest of your life."

These words undoubtedly pierced the most painful place in Yujin's heart. She opened her eyes wide with resentment, and in extreme anger, she grabbed the red burning iron in her hand and pressed it hard on Fu Xuanrong's chest.

The burning smell gradually permeated the cell, and the lines on the iron brand were deeply imprinted on the flesh. The jailer was afraid that he would really kill someone, so he quickly pulled Yujin who was in a mad state aside.

"The next ones, hurry up and throw Fu Xuanrong back to the cell!"

"Yes."

Watching the two younger guards hastily untie the rope on Fu Xuanrong's body, they sent her to the innermost cell like the wind under their feet.

"Bang!"

The door was locked again, and Fu Xuanrong curled up on the ground, trembling with pain.

"How dare they torture you?!" The man next door didn't expect Fu Xuanrong to be injured so badly, and stood up sullenly.

Fu Xuanrong took a few breaths and wanted to turn over, but unfortunately the silver needle on her back hadn't been taken out yet. When she moved a little, blood seeped out along the tiny needle eye, and it didn't take long for the clothes to reflect some mottled red, " A little... just a little injury, you can't die."

The man saw the silver needle on Fu Xuanrong's back by the light of the candle, "Is it needle punishment?"

"Yeah, now I don't feel anything from the waist down, at the root. Tell me, will I become disabled."

"No." Although it looked terrible, the executioner didn't dare to cripple him, so as long as he took out the silver needle, his body would regain consciousness in a few hours.

"That's good." Fu Xuanrong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when the breath fell, she lost her support and soon passed out.

"Fu Xuanrong? Fu Xuanrong?!" The man called a few times through the iron gate, seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, his fingers under the wide sleeves trembled slightly.

It can't be dead, right?
Frowning, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and tapped the wall with his fingers a few times.

A moment later, a basement appeared on the ground originally covered with straw mats, and two men in black came out respectfully, "Your Highness."

The man glanced at the two of them with cold eyes, exuding an invisible pressure, "Is there any hemostatic medicine?"

"Yes, where is your Highness injured?"

"No, give me the medicine."

The man in black handed the medicine bottle in his arms to the palm of the man, and then returned to the dungeon.

The man grabbed the porcelain bottle, flicked his sleeve robe, and the two iron doors were opened without a sound. He walked quickly to Fu Xuanrong's side, and hugged her up.

After a few days of acquaintance, this was the first time the two had come into contact across the iron gate. The man pulled out the silver needle that had pierced her spine, and gently sprinkled the medicine powder on it.

"Hmm." Even in a coma, Fu Xuanrong snorted in pain.

The man patted her on the back lightly, and then turned her over. In an instant, the burnt and blackened flesh stung his eyes.

Even the iron brand was used, leaving such a mark on a woman's body, in the future...

With a silent sigh, he bandaged Fu Xuanrong's wound, carried her to a corner where she was used to sleeping, and then closed the door and returned to his cell.

I hope the wound will not be infected tonight.

(End of this chapter)