Long Yue’s expression was sowhat wooden, but upon hearing Duanmu Nan’s words, her black eyes suddenly sparkled.
She looked at Duanmu Nan in surprise: "Master, what good news? Is A Mu okay? Has he returned? Yes, he must have returned!"
Long Yue joyfully lifted the bedding, trying to get up from the bed, but was pressed down by Duanmu Nan’s long, fair fingers.
Long Yue didn’t notice that his touch was so gentle, almost without force, yet she couldn’t get up.
But she wasn’t paying attention to that now, her mind was fully occupied with the good news he had ntioned.
Her bright eyes blinked, and her long eyelashes fluttered like little fans, making one’s heart itch with longing.
Duanmu Nan was almost entranced, nearly losing composure, quickly turning his face away: "You...are pregnant."
Long Yue’s beautiful eyes froze, rooted to the spot.
She felt her mind buzzing, almost unable to believe her ears!
Am I hearing things?
I’m... I’m pregnant?
Long Yue seed to lose her voice, stunned for nearly half an hour before gradually calming down from the shock.
Her beautiful eyes slightly shifted, looking at the man in white beside her.
As ethereal as a painting, as poetic as jade, she realized for the first ti, that her master looked so handso!
Of course, Long Yue would never have improper thoughts about him, after all, he is her master, a master for a day is a father forever!
He is her elder!
Her eyes revealed joy, the long-awaited, much-anticipated good news had finally arrived!
But what followed was overwhelming sorrow!
Her husband was still imprisoned in the dungeon, fate unknown, yet there was a child in her womb... the fruit of their love, this precious child... why did you co later?
Why did you co during such turbulent and bitter tis?
What if, what if...
One teardrop slid down Long Yue’s exquisite face, she suddenly got up, barefoot, and ran outside, catching Duanmu Nan off guard, allowing her to sprint to the door.
"I must rescue him, I must break him out! I can’t let the child grow up without a father! A Mu has been waiting for this child too, I must let him and raise the child together..."
Long Yue looked at the big door, tears streaming from her eyes, she had to leave the General Mansion, she had to go to the dungeon and rescue A Mu!
Just as she was about to step out the door, a white figure suddenly blocked her and pulled her into his arms.
"Yue’er!"
His voice trembled slightly, the soft touch embracing her, causing his heart to stir intensely, his gaze slightly deepened.
"No, let go, Master, I must rescue him!"
"No more nonsense, your body is very weak now, if you continue to exert yourself, the child will not survive!"
Long Yue’s struggle montarily paused but she resud with even more vigor, "I don’t care, I don’t care, if A Mu is gone, I can’t live on either, I..."
Long Yue suddenly stopped struggling and fell into a slumber.
"Yue’er, rest peacefully for now."
Duanmu Nan’s hand gently moved from Long Yue’s sleeping point, gazing tenderly at her tear-streaked face, he carefully laid her onto the bed.
...
"Splashed—"
A chill, bone-piercing cold swept over his head, engulfing his entire body, abruptly waking Li Qingmu.
"Yue’er!"
He opened his eyes, calling out softly, yet there was no response, he blinked hard, his vision gradually clearing, but all he could see was darkness.
This was the dungeon!
Yes, he rembered, on the Golden Hall, ordered by the Emperor to be thrown into the Imperial Palace Death Prison for speaking out of turn, struck from behind with a club.
The blow was heavy, causing internal injury, and he fainted.
And here, should be the dungeon!
Dark, damp, cold, with a putrid sll, coupled with that icy water dousing just now, Li Qingmu felt the pain from many injuries gradually starting to unfurl.
Arms, chest, back, all were unbearably painful, his head throbbed, both aching and heavy.
"Hiss—*cough cough cough...*"
A bout of violent coughing further aggravated his chest injury, his body staggered, a clanging sound ringing in his ears.
Only then did he notice, he was shackled hand and foot with iron chains.
He looked around again, realizing this was no ordinary cell but...a torture chamber!
Yes, this was the place for execution!
"Cough cough, cough cough..."
The icy water left his body even weaker, Li Qingmu once again coughed painfully, his entire body ached all over, he felt close to death!
"Tsk tsk tsk, he’s fetching quite a dying appearance already, and the torture hasn’t even begun, huh?"
A cold and sinister voice suddenly sounded from beside him, accompanied by a dazzling light.
Li Qingmu squinted, gradually adapting to the light before looking toward the person.
"Slap!"
Almost simultaneously, a long whip suddenly lashed through the air, with a crack, striking him fiercely, sparking a glaring blood mark!
Li Qingmu muffled a groan, gritting his teeth, looking at the man across from him.
It was a man in luxurious brocade robes, arms crossed, all smiles, yet his gaze brimming with deep hatred!
"Qian—Yi!"
Li Qingmu almost bit out these two words, glancing hatefully upon him.
"Tsk, really, do you hate ?"
Qian Yi held a long whip, it seed ordinary, without barbs but forged from fine iron, striking with searing pain!
Just one lash soaked the whip in Li Qingmu’s blood.
Looking at the whip, Qian Yi felt an overwhelming satisfaction, who would’ve thought he could now wield an iron whip to viciously lash this man who hard him?
Imagining each strike on the man, seeing him flayed and bloody, truly was...pleasure from head to toe!
"Slap!"
Impulse led to action, Qian Yi barely hesitated before the whip couldn’t help but lash out again.
"Slap slap slap..."
He continued with ten consecutive lashes, watching the prisoner’s clothes stained with blood, he couldn’t help but laugh proudly!
"Li Qingmu, oh Li Qingmu, who knew you’d end up like this, huh? Hahaha..."
While speaking, Qian Yi pulled out a silk handkerchief, lightly wiping the blood from the whip, not forgetting to sniff it.
The bloody sll was pungent, yet invigorating to his spirits!
"Li Qingmu, do you rember when you frad before? Back then, I suffered the sa tornt, whipped with an iron lash, practically beaten to death! Back then, I clearly rembered myself being lashed a whole one hundred and twenty-three tis!
Now, I’m going to repay you tenfold, or more! I won’t let you die imdiately; every day I’ll lash you fifty tis, yes, every day! Let your flesh heal only to tear again, tear then heal, cycle upon cycle, living in agony!"
Speaking to this point, Qian Yi’s facial expression contorted, while his grip released yet another whip lash, this ti striking directly against the deep wound on his chest!
"Ah—"
Li Qingmu let out a cry, the chains binding his limbs rattled fiercely.
"Plunk!"
He spat out another mouthful of blood!
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