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"If they seem guilty, something's fishy!"

The Seventh Prince of Beirong stared at the figure from behind, confirming that the person in front of him was indeed the one they had been chasing.

That hand was still on Wu Wang's shoulder.

The heat of his enemy made him feel nauseous and his heart was churning, but right now, he needed to calm down.

Wu Wang tried his best to remain calm. "You're chasing me, how could I not run? I offended someone before, and I thought you were here to cause me trouble, so of course I had to run."

"But now I understand, I don't know you, and you don't know me! It was all a misunderstanding. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."

Wu Wang took a step forward, broke free of the hand on his shoulder, and was about to leave.

But the Seventh Prince of Beirong still had doubts, so how could he believe his words?

We certainly won't let him go!

Wu Wang had just taken a step when a sharp sword was placed against his neck.

The icy touch sent a chill through him, and behind him came the voice of the Seventh Prince of Beirong:

"I really don't recognize him. To be honest, I'm looking for someone, and it just so happens that your height is similar to his. I miss my old friend so much, so even if your face is someone else's, I need to confirm it again and again before I can feel at ease!"

"You're not him, so of course I'll let you go!"

"I heard that a wicked doctor in Dajing once possessed the ability to change faces. What if you're the one who had that face?"

"Even with a different face, I'll find other ways to recognize him!"

The Seventh Prince of Beirong sneered, his eyes resolute, his gaze fixed on Wu Wang's shoulder, a hint of wickedness creeping into his sneer.

Then, with a flick of his sword, Wu Wang felt a sharp pain in his back as the blade tore through his clothes, leaving a bloody gash on the skin beneath.

Her clothes fell off her shoulders, revealing her thin body and... a scar on her shoulder!

It's a scar!

"This scar..."

The man who called out to the Seventh Prince of Beirong stepped forward, and upon seeing the scar on his shoulder, his expression turned strange.

The scar was extremely hideous; even he, a man, found it terrifying. The scar was located in the same spot as Tuoba Rui's birthmark.

However, this person's body was covered with scars of all sizes, except for his shoulder blades, back, and arms.

The Seventh Prince of Beirong narrowed his eyes. "How did you get this scar?"

"I got sick and the boils festered, so the only option was to cut away the rotten flesh," Wu Wang said, enduring the pain.

The real reason, however, is not so.

He knew there were risks associated with his birthmark, so he made the difficult decision to remove it, digging out the flesh from the area where it was located, which caused him a lot of suffering.

But one place is not enough.

He went all out with his act, but he didn't expect that even so, it still wouldn't dispel the Seventh Prince of Beirong's suspicions.

"is that so?"

The Seventh Prince of Beirong stared at the scars on his body, then suddenly let out a cold laugh. The next moment, he ordered, "Seize him!"

The people nearby immediately stepped forward and easily grabbed Wu Wang.

"Gentlemen, I'm really not the person you're looking for!" Wu Wang was forced to kneel on the ground with his shoulders pressed down, trying his best to explain.

The Seventh Prince of Beirong sat in a chair, legs crossed, his brows furrowed with a cruel, life-or-death resolve. "Whether it is or not, it's not up to you to decide."

"It's better to kill a million innocent people than to let one guilty person go free."

"So, if it weren't for you, you'd be unlucky today. It's your fault for being similar in height to him, and it's my fault for not being able to find him for so long. I'm so unhappy!"

"If I'm unhappy, someone has to pay the price."

"Cousin..."

The Seventh Prince of Beirong gave a wink to the man of the same age beside him.

Without saying anything, the man understood what he meant.

In the past, when they found suspicious people, they would torture them severely. They believed that under interrogation, Tuoba Rui would not be able to withstand it and would confess his identity.

The person in front of me is more suspicious than the previous ones.

Therefore, those who have suffered will be even more unable to escape this fate.

He took out a whip, his smile malicious. "If you were him, you deserve this punishment today. If you are not him, you can't blame anyone else. If you want to blame someone, wait until you become a ghost and wait on the road to the underworld for the person who made you suffer this punishment today, and then seek revenge."

"Oh, right, I should tell you his name."

His name is Tuoba Rui.

"If you were him, you would definitely remember this..."

The man waved the whip in front of Wu Wang's eyes.

Remember!

Of course he remembers!

When he went to Beirong with his mother, he lived cautiously in the Beirong Palace.

The princes insulted him, bullied him, and their favorite thing to do was to whip him with a long whip.

He rebelled, but the consequence of his rebellion was that his mother suffered.

He then knew that he and his mother were in that unfamiliar place, unable to resist anyone, and they had to endure whatever treatment they received.

The princes said that if he didn't obediently suffer, his mother would be in trouble.

If he dared to spread the word about being bullied, they would punish his mother. He could only endure it and let the princes bully him.

He lived like that for five years.

It wasn't until they were teenagers that the princes stopped.

"Heh, speaking of which, it's a pity. Back then, the old man found out and taught Second Brother a lesson. Otherwise, our brothers' fun would have lasted longer, and you wouldn't have had such an easy time afterward."

The Seventh Prince of Beirong sneered.

The man holding the whip fawned, "Cousin, this time, will you come in person? Treat him as that bastard child..."

"Great suggestion!"

The Seventh Prince of Beirong stood up, stepped forward, took the whip, and without the slightest pity, lashed it down hard on his body.

More than a decade later, he is stronger and more ruthless.

With just one lash, Wu Wang almost fainted from the pain.

One lash after another.

There was also the insult from the Seventh Prince of Beirong.

"You bastard, you are just like your wretched mother, lowly in birth and lowly in life, thinking that you can enjoy wealth and glory by bewitching the Emperor."

"When my father was stranded in Dajing, your mother must have seen his extraordinary nature and deliberately seduced him."

"How can someone of the Great Jing bloodline be a prince of my Northern Rong?!"

The insults and the whipping were just as they had in the past.

Wu Wang gritted his teeth, trying to figure out how to escape, but those memories stirred up his hatred, a hatred that was growing wildly in his heart, and he could hardly suppress it.

A voice seemed to be saying in my head: Whether you admit it or not, Lao Qi will not let you go today. Since you are going to die anyway, why not just admit it?

Yes. Why not just admit it? Even if you die, you should die as Tuoba Rui!

Even if it means death, we will fight back one last time!

The sound reverberated through Wu Wang, one after another.

Finally, he raised his hand and grabbed the whip that was coming down, pulling hard with almost all his strength.

Under that force, the Seventh Prince of Beirong staggered.

Looking at Wu Wang again, his eyes were already bloodshot.

That look in his eyes—he knew it all too well!

He looks just like Tuoba Rui when he was humiliated!

"It's you! Tuoba Rui!" The Seventh Prince of Beirong's eyes revealed excitement.

Wu Wang met his gaze, blood gleaming from the corner of his mouth. "It's me! But I hate the name Tuoba Rui to the core!"