The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Meng Xuanhe did not hesitate at all and spoke in the tone of the vicious princess in the past:

"It would be too easy to kill someone who hurts my brother like this. I ask my brother to castrate him first, and when he is bleeding, find a few of the most despicable and vulgar soldiers in the barracks to torture him until twelve hours have passed."

"When he is dying, we will stuff him into a large jar and cook him over firewood. He will not lose consciousness immediately, and the pain from the burning will last for a long time. By then, he won't even have the right to scream out in pain and end his life. This is the real hell on earth."

Meng Xuan said these extremely cruel words in a nonchalant tone. The slaves, imperial physicians, and several court officials kneeling beside her looked at her in horror, as if they were looking at the most terrifying devil in the world.

She glanced around with her peripheral vision, extremely satisfied with everyone's reactions. Although she appeared calm on the surface, she was about to vomit secretly.

In order to please Meng Ziyan, she could only rack her brains to mix together all the punishments she knew.

I hope Meng Ziyan can still feel that she is the same perverted princess as before.

As expected, the scrutiny in Meng Ziyan's eyes disappeared as Meng Xuanhe finished speaking, and an extremely happy and gratified smile appeared instead.

Meng Xuanhe:?

Okay, you are all perverts.

"Isn't this too cruel, my sister?" Meng Ziyan pretended to frown, as if he was very tolerant.

Meng Xuanhe's stomach churned, and he put on a perfect and bright smile and said to Meng Ziyan: "If you poison my brother, you must be prepared to be tortured to death."

She once again touched Meng Ziyan's heart, so Meng Ziyan waved his hand and decided to let Meng Xuanhe deal with Ying Wugui just as she had just said.

Meng Xuanhe was once again in tears. It was obvious that he was the one who wanted to use perverted methods to torture Ying Wugui, and let the eldest princess take the blame.

She walked out of the Yangxin Palace, and the bracelet she was playing with was almost broken by herself.

How would she face Ying Wugui later? Should she tell him, "Long time no see. I came here to cook you."

As I was thinking about it, I automatically imagined the scene of Ying Wugui being soaked in the pot.

Meng Xuanhe couldn't help but shudder. She felt weird when she thought of that scene.

But she had no way to disobey the imperial edict. If she angered Meng Ziyan, her fate would be no less than being cooked, right?

Meng Xuan and Hu Siluan thought about it for a long time, and under the guidance of the palace servants, they arrived at the prison.

Ying Wugui at this moment was completely different from the high-spirited and gorgeous man in her memory. He was sitting in a corner of the prison covered with dry grass.

He curled up into a ball, his thin body looked stiff and helpless, and his breathing was weak and difficult.

His face was pale and bloodless, with a bluish grey tint on it. His eyes were staring at the dry grass with a listless look, as if he was dying.

It was obvious that he had been well "treated" in prison.

His white prison uniform was covered in blood, and it was hard to tell how much blood had flowed and dried.

Meng Xuanhe was greatly shocked. He didn't expect that after not seeing each other for several days, they would be like this when they met again.

Her eyes swept over Ying Wugui with a complicated expression. Just as she was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of more than a dozen jailers staring at her without blinking. As expected, there were spies everywhere in the palace. Meng Xuanhe smiled bitterly.

Seeing the pale and hollow faces of the dozen or so jailers and their black and white clothes, she almost thought she saw a group of Black and White Impermanence, holding chains to tie her up and send her to hell.

"This bastard has hurt my brother so much, you should all leave first. I will deal with him myself first."

After saying that, Meng Xuanhe raised his hand and took out the whip from his waist, as if he was going to beat Ying Wugui up personally.

But the jailers stood there motionless, as if they were oblivious to Meng Xuanhe's words.

"Your Highness, the Emperor has given instructions. Please promptly carry out what you said in person. You don't need to do anything else that is not important." A jailer kindly reminded her.

Meng Xuanhe looked outside the iron bars and suddenly saw five wretched military men coming over, smiling at her flatteringly with their yellow teeth.

This time he really wanted to vomit, and Meng Xuanhe felt retching in his heart.

What should she do now? She had already used the magic of illusion when she entered the prison, but the thick smell of blood in the prison completely suppressed the magic of illusion, and it had no effect at all.

The original plan was disrupted and Meng Xuan was inexplicably panicked. Even if he forced himself to calm down, his temples still suddenly ached.

There was no way she could kill anyone, not in her entire life, let alone using such cruel means.

What should she do? Meng Xuan and Chao Ying Wugui looked at them hopefully. He was so powerful, he must have a way to escape, right?

However, Ying Wugui did not notice her gaze. He was completely immersed in his own world, with empty eyes that could not focus.

Just when Meng Xuan was getting anxious, a lazy and playful voice sounded: "Madam Sour and Spicy, I want to know what exactly you said?"

Ying Wugui's casual voice came, as if it was whispering softly in Meng Xuanhe's ear.

Meng Xuanhe was startled and immediately looked around, only to find that Ying Wugui was still sitting cross-legged on the pile of dry grass in the same dejected manner, and there was no one by her ear.

Her panicked look made the jailers look around vigilantly. When they found that there was no one there, they all looked at Meng Xuanhe in confusion.

Meng Xuanhe felt the strange looks from people around him and coughed slightly.

"So it turns out that Sour and Spicy Lady is here to take my head." There was a hint of pity in Ying Wugui's tone, which once again reached Meng Xuanhe's ears.

Meng Xuanhe discovered that she was the only one who could hear these words, and the other jailers seemed to be completely unaware of them.

Suddenly, the man on the dry grass fell to the ground crookedly, and light purple magic patterns appeared. A psychedelic purple smoke filled the prison. All the jailers fainted almost instantly and fell straight to the ground.

A person slowly walked out of the purple smoke. She was as beautiful as a demon. Her wide crimson robe fluttered slightly, and her smooth chest was faintly visible underneath.

There was a seductive light flashing in her black eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"You're not in prison?" Meng Xuanhe knew that Ying Wugui's painting skills were profound, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful. From the light purple pattern, it can be seen that this is a master in the early stage of the Purple Dao.

He was able to remain safe and sound after being arrested for poisoning Meng Ziyan, and even made all the jailers unconscious without showing up. Is this the Purple Dao of the Xuan Realm?

"From your tone, it seems like the princess is very disappointed?" Ying Wugui pursed his lips slightly and spread out the bright red folding fan.

Meng Xuanhe naturally didn't want Ying Wugui to die, not to mention that she owed Ying Wugui a favor.

"You went to jail on purpose just to see me?" Meng Xuanhe pondered for a moment. Since Ying Wugui had such ability, this prison could not hold him at all.

If he wanted, the poison would not be detected at all. Then Ying Wugui had only one purpose, which was to see him.

"The princess is indeed smart." Ying Wugui said with a chuckle. Although his eyes were calm, Meng Xuanhe still couldn't see him clearly.

"What do you want me to do?" Meng Xuanhe asked directly. He wanted to repay the favor as soon as possible and put his mind at ease.

"I heard that the Third Prince has left the Princess's Mansion. Doesn't that mean there is a vacancy for the Princess's concubine? Why don't you take me back to replace Xie Lin?"

Ying Wugui walked behind Meng Xuanhe and whispered in her ear.