Qian Yi looked at him with a sinister gaze, seeing him drowsy as if about to faint again, he dug his ears and waved his hand: "Splash him with another basin of ice water, don’t let him fall asleep, this Prince hasn’t taken him yet, has he? What right does a criminal have to sleep?"
Imdiately, with a splash, another basin of ice water.
"Hiss—"
Li Qingmu gasped, gritting his teeth, clenching his hands tightly to stop himself from making a sound. He didn’t want to show any weakness in front of this beast!
But it really hurt!
How painful was it to splash ice water on a wound?
He couldn’t describe it with words anymore, only feeling his whole body was numb with pain. At this mont, he felt he was about to be tortured to death by the other party.
"Qian Yi!" He almost bit his lip through, yelling hoarsely, "The thing I regret the most was not going to the dungeon to end you myself!"
Yes, this was the only thing Li Qingmu regretted all these years!
He was considered proud and arrogant too, so he despised the idea of killing an insignificant person himself, but who would have thought that he would fall into the hands of this little person?
And be tortured to a point where he was covered in wounds, unable to bear the pain!
Opposite him, Qian Yi’s pupils slightly contracted, revealing a cold and sinister smile.
"Hehe, yes, back then you showed rcy, and now... aren’t you reaping what you sowed? Huh? Hahaha..."
"No, I did not show rcy, I just... cough, cough, never thought much of you, in my eyes, you’re not even... a bug... ugh..."
"Smack!"
Li Qingmu’s words were also poisonous, angering Qian Yi to lash him a few more tis with the whip.
Qian Yi wanted to see fear, terror, and pleading in his eyes, wanted him to crawl at his feet like a mangy dog, wagging his tail!
But no!
This bastard wasn’t afraid of death, even at this ti, he still dared to slight him, to humiliate him?
Good, very good! Then don’t bla for not being polite?
"Co, co, you, beat him, beat him hard! Don’t beat him to death, but beat him hard, beat him painfully, make him wish he were dead!"
"Smack—"
The sound of a long whip cracking echoed in the air, Qian Yi’s hands freed, crossing his arms as he watched the man shaking under the lashes.
His prisoner’s garb was already dyed blood-red, his flesh rotted, yet he still gritted his teeth, except for that one ti hitting a direct wound, no matter how he was beaten, he never made a sound!
Ha, you’re tough, huh?
Qian Yi thought of the ti he was beaten with a whip in the dark cell, wailing, crying, begging, defecating and urinating...
That appearance was truly wretched and lowly to the extre!
In comparison to him...
Suddenly, he felt very dissatisfied inside!
"Li Qingmu!" He shouted harshly, suddenly looking at a branding basin beside him, taking out a red-hot branding iron from it.
"No matter how you beat him, he doesn’t make a sound? Haha, you’re really sothing! So how about trying this? Li Qingmu, perhaps there’s sothing you don’t know, back then... I was almost branded at the root!"
The silent Li Qingmu’s pupils suddenly shrank at hearing this, he looked up at him.
Qian Yi saw, in his eyes, there was finally a trace of shock and panic!
Haha, he finally sees it!
Qian Yi was in a good mood, but his hand showed no rcy, the branding iron gradually approached him, and slowly, moved down.
Li Qingmu’s eyes widened more and more, his voice finally trembling a little: "Qian Yi! What do you want to do?"
"Nothing, right?" Qian Yi saw his fear, and he was satisfied inside, his movents gradually slowed, he enjoyed seeing his enemy in agony, anxious and uneasy, even scared to the point of wetting his pants.
He wanted to see it too.
"I just want you to taste the sensation of the brand, wonder if this thing, once cooked, slls good, huh? Hahaha..."
"Qian Yi, you... don’t act recklessly!"
Li Qingmu’s voice was hoarser, the shackles constantly trembling, making a slight sound.
Qian Yi chuckled: "Scared? Li Qingmu, you too have tis when you’re afraid, huh? I thought you feared nothing on heaven or earth, hey, rest assured, back then I wasn’t branded, I couldn’t taste what it was like when that thing got cooked, but here... I want to try it?"
Li Qingmu’s eyes widened in fear, at this mont, he was truly scared!
Qian Yi, this turtle’s grandson, beast!
Feeling the searing heat wave approaching, Li Qingmu painfully closed his eyes!
At this mont, a sharp voice suddenly rang out: "Oh, Seventeenth Prince, what are you doing here? The Emperor is frantically looking for you, he’s furious, you better hurry and take a look?"
The one who ca was Chen Zhong, the confidant eunuch beside Qi Yun, he entered and respectfully saluted Qian Yi, then said with a beaming smile, as for glancing at Li Qingmu?
He didn’t even look, he wasn’t worth it!
Qian Yi threw away the branding iron, it was no longer red-hot, to have an effect, it had to be just scorching when applied, the visual impact had to be strong.
And to torture people, he had to be present!
So Qian Yi temporarily gave up the idea of tornting Li Qingmu, coldly glanced at him: "Consider yourself lucky, I’ll deal with you next ti!"
After dropping that threat, he turned and left, hands behind his back, with Chen Zhong scurrying after him.
Li Qingmu’s vision blurred, watching the other side’s figure recede, his heart relaxed, but once relaxed, boundless pain swept through again, his consciousness blurred and he fell into a coma.
At the sa ti, a few black-clad n appeared in the dungeon, they escorted another prisoner soaked in blood in front of Li Qingmu.
That person was the sa height and build as him, had the sa injuries, and that face, even looked exactly the sa!
Heaven knows how they found such a person?
The black-clad n unlocked Li Qingmu’s shackles, carried him onto a stretcher, and then locked that man up, their movents fluid and skillful.
Yet, the people in the dungeon turned a blind eye to all this.
Several black-clad n carried Li Qingmu deeper into the dungeon, going deeper, and soon a wall appeared ahead, it seed to be the end.
But sohow, when they moved forward again, there was a path at the end, a passage extending downwards.
They continued to carry Li Qingmu, going down, down...
Finally, dim candlelight appeared ahead, and then the light grew brighter, this was unexpectedly a quiet room!
Inside the quiet room, soone was already waiting.
This person was familiar, it was the Imperial Physician, Shen Chong, who had saved Li Qingmu many tis!
The black-clad n carried Li Qingmu into the quiet room, carefully placing him on a soft couch, then left, Shen Chong seeing who had co, felt a tremor in his heart!
It was really Li Qingmu the Imperial Censor? What... what happened?
Wasn’t the Emperor putting him in the Death Prison, to execute him, why save him again? This... what on earth is going on?
"Quick, save him!"
A cold voice ca from outside, Shen Chong shivered and hastily took out the dicine box to rescue him.
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