People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

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When Han Fei became the King of Han, the position of Minister of Justice was left vacant.

Therefore, Sili Tang Qi temporarily assumed the authority of Sikou, which was also a deliberate move by Han Fei.

"Mr. Cao Ze".

Tang Qi was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

Boss Zhuang had just told him to wait for Cao Ze to bring the prisoner Tian Ze, but Cao Ze arrived shortly after and even caught Tian Ze. That was fast...

Cao Ze waved his hand: "Keep it locked up properly, don't hurt it."

Tang Qi respectfully replied, "Understood."

He waved his hand: "Men, put shackles on him and lock him in the Black Iron Prison."

Cao Ze and Jing Ni returned together to the abandoned courtyard next to the cold palace of Zheng State.

Madam Mingzhu was meditating with her eyes closed in the courtyard at that moment.

A gold necklace now adorned her slender, white neck, the contrast between her snow-white skin and the gleaming gold creating a dazzling effect.

Even more captivating is the pendant on the gold chain that hangs down along the groove, forming a golden teardrop on Lady Mingzhu's chest, displaying a perfect teardrop shape.

As Madam Mingzhu breathed in and out, her body trembled gently, displaying a charming elasticity and a rounded, approachable appearance.

Cao Ze and Jing Ni remained silent, and Madam Mingzhu, unaware of the two extra people in the courtyard, continued her peaceful cultivation.

After a long while, Madam Mingzhu slowly finished her breathing exercises. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Cao Ze and Jing Ni silently watching her.

Madam Mingzhu opened her mouth, but barely managed to swallow the profanity that was about to come out.

She's been cursing her aunt so harshly these past few days that she's almost gotten used to swearing all the time.

"Master...you've come again? May you be blessed, Master."

Madam Mingzhu quickly bowed.

Fortunately, she was cultivating, and not being caught secretly practicing a secret technique.

Just as Cao Ze was about to give Madam Mingzhu another warning, Madam Mingzhu's expression suddenly changed.

"not good."

Jingni's jade-like hand instinctively gripped the sword hilt, and the sword intent emanating from her body caused Madam Mingzhu's delicate body to tremble. A sense of powerlessness, as if her life were being controlled by someone else, welled up within her.

Cao Ze raised his hand to stop Jing Ni and asked, "What's wrong?"

He was certain that there was no one else around besides the three of them.

Very few people could infiltrate without being detected by Jing Ni and his senses; there probably weren't any in South Korea.

Madam Mingzhu said with a hint of nervousness, "My aunt is preparing to commit suicide."

Jingni froze for a moment, then silently let go of her hand.

Cao Ze grinned. "How did you know?"

Madam Mingzhu said respectfully, "I placed a Gu on my aunt and can sense her presence."

"I see." Cao Ze couldn't help but marvel at how magical Gu was.

If the Corpse-Driving Demon's Corpse Gu could be mass-produced, with a wave of his hand, he could unleash a necromantic catastrophe... oh no, I mean a zombie catastrophe.

However, according to Yan Lingji, corpse gu alone is not enough; one also needs to control the gu worms with one's soul, which requires a high level of mental strength. The corpse demon can only control thirty or forty ordinary zombies at most, which is not enough to defeat Wushuang Gui in a few slaps.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Cao Ze asked, somewhat puzzled, seeing that Madam Mingzhu remained unmoved.

Madam Mingzhu smiled charmingly, "It's alright, although my aunt's breathing is weak, she is still alive."

Cao Ze paused for a moment, then said, "Go take a look."

The three of them came to a narrow gap outside the house.

Through the dim light, almost imperceptible, Cao Ze saw a naked woman lying on the floor in a strange position inside the small room.

She lay face down, her slightly dirty head and neck slightly raised, as if suspended in mid-air.

Cao Ze raised his eyes and looked closely. The Marquis's face was pale, her eyes were closed, and her hands were limp and hanging down on the ground.

The hemp rope that was originally used to bind the Marquis had somehow been freed by her and was now hanging around her neck.

He looked at Madam Mingzhu with suspicion. If Madam Mingzhu hadn't said that the Marquis was still breathing, he would have thought that the Marquis had already strangled herself to death.

Lady Mingzhu said cautiously, "It was I who loosened my aunt's rope so that she could break free and have a chance to commit suicide."

Cao Ze clicked his tongue and said, "That's meticulous. Hurry up and go in, don't let her really die and all our efforts be in vain."

Madam Mingzhu took a deep breath: "Yes."

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Chapter 335 Mingzhu's Three Lessons for the Marquis

Under the watchful eyes of Cao Ze and Jing Ni, Madam Mingzhu quickly put on a human skin mask, applied thick, cheap powder, stuck on a black mole, and then wrapped her hair with a cloth to dress up as a woman.

No wonder makeup is considered one of the four great evil arts...

Cao Ze couldn't help but take another look at Madam Mingzhu. It was absolutely amazing. Even though he knew that the woman in front of him was Madam Mingzhu in disguise, he still subconsciously thought that this was exactly what a brothel madam should look like.

This damn stereotype.

Madam Mingzhu slowly pushed open the door and entered the small room.

The light inside the small room was completely blocked out, and because it had rained earlier, there was a musty, damp smell in the air.

Lady Mingzhu held the oil lamp unlit, but with her keen eyesight, she could see with the help of the dim light.

Seeing her aunt in such a miserable state, she couldn't help but reveal a cold, smug, and slightly mocking smile.

For days, she watched as her once proud aunt gradually sank into despair, her former dignity crumbling bit by bit.

At this moment, my aunt looked just like those domineering crabs in the lake; once they lose their sturdy shells, they become weak and helpless.

The Marquis had been imprisoned in the dark room for two or three days, but to her, it seemed as if five, ten, or even longer had passed.

As she drifted in a dark, limbless space, her consciousness hazy, she suddenly felt a chill that made her tremble uncontrollably.

A basin of cold water was splashed on her face, and the Marquis woke up shivering and coughing.

The first thing you see is a madam mascot covered in thick layers of cheap makeup.

The oil lamp in the small room had been lit at some point.

The madam's unfriendly expression, her gloomy and sullen face, rushed into the Marquis's mind like a torrent, disrupting all her thoughts like a torrential downpour.

The Marquis had suffered countless hardships in the past few days. When she saw the madam, she couldn't help but feel afraid. She instinctively trembled, and her naked body began to shake slightly.

Madam Mingzhu looked at her aunt, who was prostrate on the ground, with a mixture of pity and cruelty. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, "Want to die?"

As she spoke, Lady Mingzhu raised her foot and coldly stomped on the female marquis's fingers, "Do you want to die?!"

"what--"

The Marquis let out a scream, her already pale face instantly turning ashen, and her delicate body trembled even more violently.

Lady Mingzhu was wearing boots with extremely hard soles. When she stepped on the Marquis's slender, jade-like toes, even though she was holding back, the pain was so intense that it was enough to make the Marquis, who had taken a pain-amplifying potion, feel like she was dying.

Cao Ze, who was watching this scene from outside, couldn't help but twitch his fingers, as if he could already feel the pain of his fingers being stepped on.

With all the doors and windows sealed off and some tattered bedding silencing the noise, the Marquis's screams sounded to Cao Ze and Jing Ni like the low moans of an injured cat in the night.

The Marquis's forehead was covered in a dense layer of cold sweat, and the bones in her fingers felt as if they were shattering inch by inch. In her perception, she seemed to see at Lady Mingzhu's feet, her own fingers shattered into a mass of flesh and blood.

The screams did not elicit any pity from Madam Mingzhu; instead, she continued to curse, "You shameless whore! You think you can die so easily? Do you take me for a traitor?!"

As she spoke, Madam Mingzhu exerted a little more force with her feet.

The Marquis's pupils widened, as if she were hallucinating, hearing her own fingers making a strange, creaking sound under her boots, as if they were cursing at her, accusing her...

Excruciating pain and fear surged through the Marquis's heart once more, and she cried out in despair, "No, please don't step on me! Please don't step on me!"

"Oh dear, so this grandma knows how to beg for mercy now? Heh, did the sun rise in the west today?"

Lady Mingzhu mocked and cursed the Marquis, her footing not loosening at all, but instead pressing even harder, as if she wanted to cripple her aunt's fingers.

The Marquis's mind went blank for a moment, her pupils dilated, her breathing almost stopped, and the intense pain prevented her from uttering a single scream.

Just as the Marquis was about to faint, the increasingly experienced Lady Mingzhu suddenly loosened her boots.

Just as the Marquis was regaining her senses and catching her breath, Lady Mingzhu stepped on the Marquis's fingers again.

The Marquis's beautiful face twitched, and she suddenly screamed, even more shrill than before, so much so that even with the doors, windows, and bedding silencing the noise, it still reached Cao Ze and Jing Ni's ears.

Cao Ze felt slightly uncomfortable, and couldn't help but think of the bizarre videos he had seen while surfing back in the day. After comparing the two, he felt a little more relaxed.

Compared to real evil and violence, what Lady Mingzhu did was no different from a pure white flower, not to mention whether Lady Mingzhu was taming her enemy or threatening her enemy.

Lady Mingzhu knew exactly what the Marquis felt. Several times in a row, each time just as the Marquis was about to faint, she would loosen her boots, wait for the Marquis to catch her breath, and then give her a hard blow, keeping the Marquis in unbearable pain.

The Marquis's hair, damp with sweat, clung disheveled to her pale, sickly face.

She didn't know how much time it took her to free herself from the hemp rope on her wrists. She wanted to escape, but in despair, she discovered that the hemp rope on her feet was soaked in oil and had a tight knot.

Heartbroken and unwilling to endure the humiliation any longer, she tied a rope to the table and ended her life by hanging herself, hoping to escape the endless nightmare here.

But she never expected that when she was unconscious and on the verge of death, she would be rescued and then doused with cold water.

The sense of impending death completely broke down her defenses, and the lingering, excruciating pain in her fingers caused her to lose all face.

The Marquis screamed pitifully as Lady Mingzhu stepped on her fingers, instinctively emitting painful cries. She had begun to beg for mercy, hoping to gain Lady Mingzhu's pity.

"You bitch! Don't you want to die?!"

Lady Mingzhu spoke viciously, picked up the hemp rope the Marquis had used to hang herself, wrapped it around the Marquis's slender neck, and twisted and strangled her forcefully.

The Marquis, who had been screaming and wailing, suddenly fell silent. Her screams were choked in her throat as the rough hemp rope tightly bound her neck, like a slender venomous snake hunting its prey, slowly tightening its grip and gradually consuming her life.

The familiar feeling of death has returned.

The Marquis's fingers were still being stepped on. Her jade-like neck was raised, and the intense feeling of suffocation made her slightly dull, beautiful eyes bloodshot and bulging.

She was being strangled so badly she couldn't breathe; her lungs felt like they were about to explode; every nerve in her body was spasming, and she seemed to have lost control of her body.

Her mind and consciousness became increasingly hazy, and her pupils slowly dilated.