After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

Ying Liu was a secret guard carefully selected by King Cheng, and was sent by him to add something to Song Mingli's tea.

"We told him to act quietly, so how could such a small thing be discovered?" King Cheng looked angry.

The follower didn't know how to answer and lowered his head.

King Cheng narrowed his eyes, and an idea suddenly came to him. He was so angry that his eyes turned cold.

"I understand now. It turns out that her opening the window was not a coincidence! She must have discovered that the incense was different..."

"Opening the window was just to lure me into making another move! I was careless!"

King Cheng squeezed the folding fan in his hand until it made a crackling sound, and the ivory handle was almost broken.

He suddenly sneered, "But... Ying Liu is tight-lipped. Even if we fall into their hands, we won't be able to get anything out of him!"

"Song Mingli, Fourth Brother, my secret guards have been killed by you! I will never let you go."

Yingliu was taken to the dark cell.

To prevent him from waking up and committing suicide, his entire body was examined, even the gaps between his teeth were checked.

Sure enough, poison was found between his teeth and was carefully removed.

Then he was tied to a wooden rack.

Su Zhengyang was also checked from head to toe. He did not have any suicide items on him, only a few daggers hidden in various places, which were also taken away.

Su Zhengyang was tied next to Ying Liu.

Yingliu was awakened by a basin of cold water and immediately gritted his teeth and decided to commit suicide.

The people around him didn't react or try to stop him, so he knew that he couldn't commit suicide by poison.

"Just kill me, I won't say anything." Yingliu said in a deep voice with a stern face.

There were many torture instruments in the dark cell. Ling Feng picked up the most convenient one, a whip with a barb and swung it at him.

After one whip, Yingliu's body was covered in blood and flesh. The tiny barbs tore off a lot of flesh and blood, causing piercing pain.

Yingliu clenched his teeth and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Su Zhengyang, who was standing aside, was tense all over. Watching others being tortured seemed more unbearable than being tortured himself.

Thinking that it might be his turn next, Su Zhengyang's expression changed several times.

Every time he received a note, it was a reminder to him.

Even when he went to Dexing Tea House today, a note told him that Song Mingli was going to have a private meeting with someone there.

However, the person who had a secret meeting with her would arrive half an hour later than her.

Su Zhengyang didn't believe it at first. He waited in Dexing Tea House in advance and saw Song Mingli go straight up to the second floor and enter the private room. Only then did he believe what was written on the note.

Of course, he didn't intend to keep any secrets for the person behind the note.

We are all using each other.

But at this moment, he was in doubt. Was it really Princess Cheng who gave him the note?

Could Princess Cheng have such a stubborn loyalist?

Even if he betrays Princess Cheng, I'm afraid Prince Jing will not let him go and will beat him like this, right?

"It turns out that the reputations of Prince Jing and Princess were all fake! They are such sinister and vicious people in private!"

"If you want to kill me, do it quickly!" Su Zhengyang listened to Yingliu's screams and waited for the sword hanging over his head to fall. Every second was torture.

He simply cursed loudly to provoke Ling Feng. Even if the sword above his head fell, it was better than the torment of waiting.

"It's not your turn yet, but you're so anxious." Ling Feng gave him a mocking look, "Don't worry, it's not your turn yet."

"After all, you are just a fool who is being used. I can't get anything useful out of you."

Su Zhengyang suddenly raised his head and looked at Ling Feng who had a mocking look on his face.

That he is useless? That he is a fool who is being used?

The "sword" he was worried about did not fall, but instead he suffered humiliation.

"How do you know I know nothing? Do you know who I am?" Su Zhengyang said angrily.

Prince Jing doesn’t know yet that he is Su Yi’s younger brother, right?

Otherwise, he would have been tied up and tortured long ago. Why would they interrogate the assassin first?

At first glance, the assassin is a stubborn person.

"Su Zhengyang used to be a captain under General Guo Mao, with about ten men under him."

"During one of our patrols, we encountered a small group of enemy scouts and wiped them out, making a small contribution."

"More than a month later, he was transferred to the Shenji Camp because of his merits. Because he was hiding an exiled prisoner, he was afraid of being implicated, so he had to flee the Shenji Camp and hide from place to place, like a rat crossing the street."

"Am I right, Su Zhengyang? But you know that you were transferred to the Shenji Camp not because of your meritorious service, but because Princess Cheng used her connections to transfer you to the capital."

"Your arrival in the capital was the beginning of your being taken advantage of, and yet you still boast of your abilities and intelligence."

Ling Feng sighed and shook his head, a look of disdain on his face.

Even Yingliu who was standing next to him raised his head covered in cold sweat and glanced at him sideways.

That look was as if he was looking at a stupid thing.

"If I had known you were so stupid, I shouldn't have chosen you." Yingliu spat out a mouthful of blood.

Su Zhengyang: ...Using him, and still think he's stupid? This is too much!

"You know my background, but you don't know who he belongs to, and you don't know who is using me. It's obvious that you are not much smarter than me!" Su Zhengyang said angrily.

Ling Feng put down the whip in his hand and picked up the red-hot iron.

"Why are you so anxious? I'm asking you, listen to who is using you behind your back."

"You foolishly rushed to the front, being used and used as a tool, but you didn't know who was using you. It's really pitiful."

Ling Feng said as he brought the iron closer to Ying Liu's skin.

Before the branding iron even touched his skin, Yingliu's face already showed an expression of pain and determination.

"Be careful! He wants to commit suicide!" Su Zhengyang said anxiously.

"Ah——" Yingliu screamed.

There was a smell of roasted meat coming from him.

His sturdy body, as if he had been fished out of the water, was covered in cold sweat.

"He wants to bite his tongue to commit suicide!" Su Zhengyang reminded again.

His action of biting his tongue was interrupted by the severe pain of the branding iron, and he could not help but scream.

This time he bit his tongue again, but Ling Feng remained indifferent.

After large mouthfuls of blood flowed out of his mouth, Ling Feng quickly stepped forward and, with a "click", removed his jaw.

Yingliu's tongue had not been bitten off yet, but it had been bitten and blood was gushing out.

"House doctor." Chu Yanchen ordered.

The court doctor who had been waiting there immediately entered the torture room, stopped Yingliu's bleeding, and fed him a life-saving pill.

"I heard that people who have attempted suicide once but failed will cherish their lives more." Chu Yanchen said quietly outside the torture chamber, "He probably doesn't want to commit suicide again."

Su Zhengyang felt cold all over when he heard this.

It turned out that they condoned the shadow guard's suicide on purpose, deliberately trying to break through his psychological defenses in order to pry open his mouth which was difficult for the death warriors to pry open.

Su Zhengyang shuddered. In the past, he knew too little about Prince Jing.

I thought he was just a warrior and a reckless man.

He moved his body and looked outside. This look gave him a new understanding of Prince Jing.

Prince Jing was seen sitting outside the blood-stained, torture instruments-filled, eerie torture chamber.

Instead, he set up a clean tea table, a small brass stove, and a purple clay teapot. He boiled water and brewed tea with smooth and graceful movements.

If it weren't for this environment, he wouldn't look like the God of Killing King Jing, but more like an elegant and modest gentleman.

In such a bloody and evil environment, someone can still brew and drink tea so leisurely and peacefully...

Su Zhengyang couldn't help but shudder, and felt that Prince Jing was even more frightening.

Prince Jing looked at him with a half-smile, but his next words made him feel cold all over.