The Grand Tutor wants to be the Queen every day and is going crazy

"I don't know how to address you, sir?"

Gu Qingluo smiled faintly: "Just call me Master Gu."

"What about you?" Gu Qingluo asked back.

Lin Lingling whispered: "My name is Lin Lingling."

"Miss Lin~" Gu Qingluo called softly with a smile.

Gu Qingluo was already handsome, and this smile made Lin Lingling blush.

"I think someone will come to rescue us soon, so let's take a rest first." Gu Qingluo suggested.

Lin Lingling nodded, leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

……

In the deep and cold dungeon, Ji Yanchen was dressed in a black robe with a stern expression, staring at the shivering palace maid in front of him with sharp eyes.

The dungeon was filled with the smell of decay and blood. The faint candlelight swayed in the wind, illuminating Ji Yanchen's angular, handsome and evil face.

"Tell me, where is His Majesty?" Ji Yanchen's voice was low and powerful, as if it came from the depths of hell, with an irresistible sense of oppression.

The palace maid lowered her head, her body trembled constantly, and she clenched her teeth, trying to resist this invisible pressure.

Ji Yanchen snorted coldly and waved to Mo Yu beside him.

Mo Yu sneered.

Instantly, various torture instruments were placed in front of the palace maids, including cold iron chains, sharp bamboo sticks, and red-hot irons...

"If you don't tell me, I will try all these torture instruments on you." There was no mercy in Ji Yanchen's words.

The maid's eyes were filled with fear, but her lips were still tightly closed.

Mo Yu frowned: "Sir, she is very tight-lipped."

"Why don't you just use torture? We are not the kind of people who would show mercy to women."

Ji Yanchen's face darkened and he waved his hand: "Do it!"

Mo Yu immediately picked up the torture instrument and approached the maid. The sharp bamboo stick pierced the maid's fingertips, and she screamed miserably, but still refused to utter a word.

The red-hot iron pressed against the palace maid's skin, making a sizzling sound and the air was filled with a burnt smell.

Mo Yu kept a cold face: "If you don't confess, you will die."

After saying this, the movements of his hands suddenly became more intense.

The maid finally couldn't bear this inhuman torture anymore and cried out in dismay, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

Ji Yanchen raised his hand slightly, signaling Mo Yu to stop, and said coldly: "Speak."

The maid gasped and said with tears streaming down her face: "Gu Qingluo...had her throat...cut by me, and then I sent someone to throw her into a mass grave..."

"What did you say?"

"Slit throat...?"

After hearing the news, Ji Yanchen's heart finally settled down.

The great pain and despair in his heart made his legs weak, he staggered and almost fainted.

Fortunately, Mo Yu supported him in time: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

"My Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Mo Yu quickly helped him sit down and comforted him: "Sir, Your Majesty is a good person and will be fine..."

Having said that, it is indeed very difficult to survive if your throat is cut.

"Your Majesty...my...your Majesty," Ji Yanchen murmured to himself, two lines of tears falling silently.

Ji Yanchen wiped away his tears randomly, his eyes turned cold, and he turned around and walked away.

"Take her with you. If you can't find anyone, she will die."

When the palace maid heard this, she collapsed to the ground in pain and despair.

Ji Yanchen's face was dark and his heart was in a knot. On the way to the mass grave, he had prayed to God hundreds of times in his heart, hoping that his Majesty would return safely.

The guards escorted the palace maid to the mass grave in a hurry.

This place is dark and eerie, with a chilling feeling that sends chills down one's spine.

Ji Yanchen and a group of people searched everywhere in this mass grave, turning over every corner, but there was no sign of anyone.

He begged with tears in his eyes, "Your Majesty, where are you?"

"Come out quickly, my heart is about to break."

Ji Yanchen stood up, stared at the palace maid with a pair of bloodthirsty eyes and asked coldly: "Did you lie to me?"

"I'm going to kill you..." Ji Yanchen placed the sword in his hand on the palace maid's neck. With a slight movement, the head would fall to the ground.

When the maid heard this, she was so frightened that her legs went limp. She fell to her knees with a plop, shaking her head and crying, "Master, I really asked them to carry her to the mass grave! You must believe me!"

"Why don't you see anyone?"

The maid trembled, her voice shaking: "Maybe... maybe... was eaten by a hungry wolf?"

When Ji Yanchen heard this, his heart felt like it was being grabbed tightly and it hurt terribly.

He gritted his teeth and shouted at Mo Yu: "Search carefully, along this mass grave, inch by inch!"

A group of guards quickly got busy again, and no one dared to say a word, for fear of angering Ji Yanchen, who was already angry.

Ji Yanchen also started looking, his face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it, his heart was in a mess, and he just hoped to find the whereabouts of his Majesty as soon as possible.

From time to time, the cries of crows could be heard in the mass grave, making the atmosphere even more eerie and tense.

Ji Yanchen clenched his fists tightly, his palms were full of sweat.

"Where on earth is he? Your Majesty..." he muttered to himself, full of anxiety and worry.

No one could find Gu Qingluo. When Ji Yanchen felt desperate, another subordinate came running over and said, "Sir, there is a cave in the distance!"

"Your Majesty may be there..."

Before the subordinate could finish his words, Ji Yanchen immediately used his Qinggong skills to fly towards the cave.

The wind whistled in his ears, his heart was in his throat, and he prayed in his heart.

Ji Yanchen soon arrived in front of the cave. He walked in carefully. It was dark inside and filled with a damp smell.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" he called softly, very gently.

Don't scare His Majesty.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sound. He was delighted and hurried towards the direction of the sound.

I saw Gu Qingluo sleeping in the corner, unconscious.

Ji Yanchen rushed over, squatted down, gently helped Gu Qingluo up, and cried with joy: "Your Majesty, I finally found you..."

He reached out and felt Gu Qingluo's breath, and felt a faint breath, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Yanchen picked up Gu Qingluo and walked out of the cave.

At this time Mo Yu also came in.

Mo Yu saw Lin Lingling who was still unconscious and asked anxiously, "Sir, there is another woman here!"

When Ji Yanchen saw the bandaged wounds on Lin Lingling's body, he knew that it was Gu Qingluo who rescued her.

He also couldn't leave the people that His Majesty had saved here.

"Take them back together!" Ji Yanchen gave the order decisively.

Along the way, Ji Yanchen held Gu Qingluo in his arms, his brows furrowed, his mind full of Gu Qingluo's safety.

Finally returning to the palace, Ji Yanchen immediately arranged for the imperial physician to treat Gu Qingluo and Lin Lingling.

After an unknown amount of time, the imperial physician finally walked out of the room.

Ji Yanchen hurried over and asked, "How is your Majesty?"

The imperial physician bowed and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty is fine for now, but he is weak and needs to be nursed back to health."

"That woman?"

"The woman's injuries are serious but her life is not in danger."

Ji Yanchen glanced at Gu Qingluo and ordered, "Take good care of His Majesty. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible!"

After saying that, he looked towards Gu Qingluo's room again before turning around and leaving.

Ji Yanchen went to the dungeon again to interrogate the maid. He stared at her with a sharp gaze and asked in a stern voice, "Who told you to hurt His Majesty?"

The palace maid slumped on the ground, her eyes evasive and her mouth shut.

Ji Yanchen snorted coldly and winked at Mo Yu. Mo Yu understood and tortured her again.

Various torture instruments were used one after another, and the palace maids were tortured until they screamed in pain and were covered in blood.

Just as the maid was half dead, she finally couldn't hold on any longer. She gasped and said intermittently, "It's...it's Concubine Xiu..."

Upon hearing this, Ji Yanchen's face became terribly gloomy.

Concubine Xiu...

Damn.