Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Zhenfu Division, Imperial Prison.

The damp air was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of rust and blood.

Wu Liang was tied to a cold iron frame, his arms and legs spread wide, in an extremely shameful position.

His wounds had stopped bleeding, but the sticky blood and cold sweat made him feel like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Not far away, the charcoal in the brazier burned bright red, illuminating rows of various torture instruments on the wall, each gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

"Da...da...da..."

A footstep sounded.

Crisp, rhythmic, unhurried.

Fengniang emerged from the darkness with cat-like steps.

She wasn't carrying any horrifying instruments of torture; she was simply holding a steaming cup of tea.

"Are you thirsty, sir?"

"Here, soothe your throat."

Fengniang walked up to Wu Liang and brought the teacup to his chapped lips.

Wu Liang trembled with fright, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

Is the tea delivered from this place safe to drink?

It's probably laced with deadly poison!

"Hehe, this is top-quality pre-Qingming Longjing tea. It would be such a waste not to drink it!"

Seeing that he wouldn't open his mouth, Fengniang didn't force him.

She took a small sip of tea, then put down her teacup and slowly paced around Wu Liang.

The tight black uniform she wore accentuated her deadly curves with every movement.

Wu Liang's eyes involuntarily followed Feng Niang's figure.

The fear is real.

But lust... is also real.

He stared intently at Feng Niang's exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio, bound by a leather belt, and the surging breasts on her chest, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

Fengniang stopped and stood perfectly in the center of his line of sight.

As if oblivious to the other person's lustful gaze, she stretched out her slender fingers and gently brushed against a delicately shaped knife on the wall.

"Guest, look, this knife is called 'Summer Cicada'."

"Thin and sharp, it's perfect for...peeling bones."

Feng Niang's tone was soft and seductive, as if she were whispering in Wu Liang's ear.

"It can peel your bones out completely, but the skin is still attached to the skin, the flesh is still attached to the flesh, only the bones... are gone."

Wu Liang's face turned pale instantly.

Fengniang's fingertips slid to a curved hook to the side.

"This one is called 'Phoenix Nodding'."

"Don't let its ugly appearance fool you, it's incredibly useful."

"It can pull out your tongue, intestines, or... anything soft inside your body, and it'll be warm when it comes out."

Fengniang had a smile on her face the whole time she was speaking.

But that smile, when seen by Wu Liang, sent a chill down his spine.

Fengniang seemed to have gotten hooked on the game, and picked up a long needle as thick as a wheat stalk, twirling it between her fingers.

The needle tip gleamed coldly in the firelight.

"However... I feel that the previous ones were all too rough. This is my favorite."

She walked up to Wu Liang, held the long needle in her hand, and waved it in front of him.

"I have heard that Commander Wu is the most 'gentleman of women' in Iron Wall Pass, and he especially likes to harm young women."

"Men all like to use that thing to bully and tyrannize women."

"But tell me... if I had someone use this needle to slowly, little by little, insert it into you, what would it feel like?"

Wu Liang's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

"No! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

He completely broke down, a surge of heat rushing down his inner thigh, the stench instantly filling the entire cell.

He was crying and wailing like a three-year-old child, with tears streaming down his face.

"Grandma! Heroine! I'll tell you everything! Please, please take that thing away! Please!"

"Oops~"

Upon hearing this, Fengniang frowned with displeasure.

She casually tossed the long needle back into the plate, making a crisp "clink" sound.

"You're so boring, I haven't even finished introducing my tools yet."

As she spoke, Fengniang opened another exquisite wooden box, which was lined with red velvet and on which a set of small and delicate tools were neatly arranged.

There were pliers, tweezers, and all sorts of other little gadgets whose names I couldn't recall.

"Don't rush, you're already here... just play with me for a while."

"Which one should we start with this time?"

Fengniang's fingertips traced over the exquisite tools one by one, as if she were pondering some difficult problem, muttering to herself.

"Got it."

She suddenly clapped her hands, as if she had finally chosen her favorite toy.

She picked up a small pair of pliers and flashed a bright smile at Wu Liang.

"Let's start with... removing the nails."

……

On the other side, Lin Mo and Qin Ruxue, having finished their battle, also arrived at the Imperial Prison.

They followed a mounted guard carrying a lantern down the slippery stone steps.

Qin Ruxue disliked the cold and damp atmosphere here.

Having just been pampered by Lin Mo, her brows and eyes originally held a hint of spring, but now her pretty face was tense.

Looking around, her beautiful eyes were filled with wariness and disgust.

"The interior design here is quite postmodern."

Lin Mo whispered to Qin Ruxue beside him, complaining.

Qin Ruxue didn't say anything, but instead gripped Lin Mo's hand even tighter.

Her palms were warm and steady.

But Lin Mo could sense that this female war goddess was not as calm as her hands were.

For Qin Ruxue, the battlefield is her comfort zone.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood are just part of the daily work routine.

But this dark, underground prison represents a different set of rules that she is unfamiliar with.

After passing through the long corridor, the imperial guards stopped in front of a heavy iron gate.

"My lord, my lady, the Phoenix Lord is inside."

The imperial guards respectfully pushed open the door.

A strange fragrance, mixed with a faint smell of blood, wafted out from under the door.

Lin Mo's brow twitched.

He and Qin Ruxue went inside.

The cell was dimly lit, and Fengniang had her back to them.

She sat at the table, holding a cup of hot tea with an elegant posture, as if she were in a high-class teahouse, rather than a prison where even evil spirits would speak.

The silhouette outlined by that black uniform was absolutely stunning.

On the other side, the captain of Iron Wall Pass was no longer recognizable as human.

There were no large wounds on Wu Liang's body, and his skin was even considered "clean".

But the fat all over his body was shaking violently like a sieve.

His ten fingers were now a bloody mess.

The fingernails were neatly peeled off and piled up in a small plate next to them.

There was a pale yellow stain on the crotch of his pants, which smelled fishy and foul.

Mixed with the stench of blood in the air, Qin Ruxue couldn't help but cover her nose.

Lin Mo's gaze shifted from Wu Liang to the table next to Feng Niang.

There, a newly drawn map was spread out.

Beside it, there was a neatly stacked pile of confessions covered with writing.