Qin Shu followed behind Chen Mo, passing through the training ground and reaching the depths of the governnt office.
The seamless black walls isolated this place from the outside world, with guards patrolling and standing vigil everywhere, creating a cold and chilling atmosphere.
In the middle of the black wall, there was a tightly closed iron door, with a carved relief of a fierce-looking qilin above it, its eyes seemingly alive, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Chen Mo walked forward and displayed his waist badge.
Squeak——
A light sound was heard as the door opened automatically.
The two stepped inside, seeing dozens of bloody torture tools placed in the inner courtyard, with several prison guards squatting on the ground washing them, so still had scrap pieces of flesh and remnants of scalp hanging on them...
Qin Shu’s face turned white, she resisted the urge to vomit and looked away, not daring to gaze any longer.
As the pampered Madam Yan, when had she ever seen such a scene?
"Mr. Chen has arrived."
"Greetings, Mr. Chen."
The prison guards stood up and saluted.
Chen Mo now held a high reputation within the Imperial Prison.
After all, the ones he brought in were big fish, and he also developed the imaginative punishnt "Inviting You into the Pot," enriching the interrogation thods of the Imperial Prison...
Qin Shu glanced at Chen Mo, a hint of peculiar brilliance in her eyes.
They arrived at the dungeon deep within the inner courtyard.
Two armored guards stood at the door, confird their identities, and pressed their palms against the wall array.
Rumble——
The door slid open to either side.
Chen Mo extended his hand and said, "Madam, please."
Qin Shu looked at the dark passage, her throat moved slightly with hesitation, and she lifted her leg to step in.
Down the spiral staircase, descending deep underground, a narrow corridor lay ahead, faintly lit by oil lamps along the walls, with pitiful wails echoing from the cells on both sides...
Qin Shu’s anxiety intensified.
Her slender hand tightly clutched her skirt as she followed closely behind Chen Mo.
At this mont, it seed that only this "detestable" man could offer her a sense of security.
They reached the single room at the end of the corridor, and Chen Mo pushed the door open.
"Young Master Yan, look who has co."
Qin Shu entered the cell, and upon seeing the scene before her, her pupils suddenly contracted as she cried out, "Hu’er!!"
Yan Linghu’s shoulder blades were pierced by two iron nails, the other ends hooked to chains, suspending him in the air like cured at.
His entire body was a mass of wounds, both arms hung loosely, the bones completely shattered, white bone shards even protruded from the broken knees... his head drooped, life or death unknown.
"Hu’er!"
Qin Shu’s eyes reddened as she stumbled forward, "Open your eyes and look at , I’m your mother!"
Yan Linghu heard the voice, confusedly raised his eyes to look.
Seeing the woman before him, he was montarily unsure whether it was a dream or reality.
"Mother?"
"Are you here to take ho? Or... am I already dead?"
Qin Shu felt a knife cutting through her heart, tears welled up in her eyes, she trembled as she said, "You’re not dead! Mother won’t let you die! Just hold on for a bit longer, soon, soon mother will take you out!"
Yan Linghu’s bloodied face twisted as he sneered, "Mother, tell father not to worry, I haven’t breathed a word about our family’s affairs..."
Qin Shu bit her silver teeth, her gaze turned cold.
Clap, clap, clap——
At this mont, a round of applause rang out.
Chen Mo clapped his hands, emotionally saying, "The two of you truly share a deep mother-son bond, even I am a bit moved..."
"Chen, Chen Mo!"
Only then did Yan Linghu notice him, his face changed instantly, his body trembled violently, causing the chains to clatter.
"You demon, don’t co near !"
"I’ve told you everything, what more do you want from ?!"
"Mother, you must save ! Mother!"
Chen Mo approached Qin Shu, examined Yan Linghu, shook his head and said, "I told them to leave the counterpart gently, how did they end up beating him like this... but these are rely flesh wounds, as long as treated tily, they won’t be much trouble."
"Yet if left untreated for ten days or half a month, even if Young Master Yan can endure, he might beco a cripple in the future.
Qin Shu bowed her head, silently, pondering who knows what.
Chen Mo sensed the mont was ripe, cleared his throat and said, "Alright, you’ve seen him, it’s not wise to linger here... Soone, take madam out, I need to have a little chat with Young Master Yan."
"Mother!"
Yan Linghu’s voice was shrill, filled with terror.
Two prison guards approached, about to escort Qin Shu away, when she reached out to grab Chen Mo’s sleeve, softly said, "Mr. Chen, could I borrow a mont to speak?"
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and said, "Nothing cannot be spoken openly, Madam may speak freely."
Qin Shu’s ears burned slightly, she bit her lip and said, "I have so urgent matters I’d like to discuss with Mr. Chen, I’m certain you’ll find them quite interesting... It’s not convenient here, better to find a place with no one around."
"Very well."
Chen Mo thought for a mont, nodded his head, "Then follow ."
...
...
Chen Mo led Qin Shu to the adjacent interrogation room.
The room was empty, surrounded by stone walls, containing only a table and two chairs, once the door was closed, it beca a completely sealed space.
"The conversation here will not be overheard by a third party, what does Madam wish to discuss with ?" Chen Mo sat grandly on the chair, asked.
Qin Shu walked up to him, slowly knelt, lowered her head and said, "I wish to ask Mr. Chen to spare Hu’er."
Chen Mo’s expression was teasing, "So it’s a plea strategy? Say a few soft words, and you want to let him go, isn’t Madam being too naive?"
Qin Shu shook her head, "I’m well aware that to you, Linghu is nothing... Your aims are twofold: to deal with the Princely Heir, and to take revenge on the Yan Family, am I right?"
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