It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

Yuan was silent for a moment, and finally compromised: "You are right, we are lucky to be able to save Qingzhi's life. Although the life of a farmer is hard, we can give her more money so that she will not be too hard. Bring her back in a few years, she will still be the daughter of the Pei family."

Seeing that his mother finally agreed, Pei Chi'an said in a gentle tone: "Mom, this is also a temporary solution."

"It's my second sister's fault for not doing it right. As her brother, I have done my best."

The so-called doing one's best, in the torrent of power and interests, the love between brothers and sisters seems so insignificant.

All of this was the teaching of Concubine Pei. She once told him that those who want to achieve great things must not recognize any relatives, family, love, or marriage?

It's just a joke behind the world's prosperity.

Pei Chi'an was well aware of this and even imitated the hypocrisy to perfection.

Yuan sighed, tacitly agreeing to her son's arrangement: "Okay, do as you plan."

With his mother's permission, Pei Chi'an immediately arranged to secretly send Pei Qingzhi out of the house without waiting for his father's question. He also found a maid who looked similar to Pei Qingzhi and planned to have her hold a white silk and pretend to commit suicide in the house that night.

Although it was a disguise, the real intention was to sacrifice the maid and buy Pei Qingzhi a way out.

However, things did not go as planned, and their every move seemed to be under the surveillance of others.

Whether Pei Qingzhi can escape successfully is much more complicated than imagined.

After everything was ready, Pei Chi'an headed towards the dungeon in the mansion, but he knew in his heart that the outcome of this game was uncertain...

Zheng Chengyan's body was like a dilapidated ruin. In this cold and damp dungeon, every inch of space was filled with the atmosphere of despair.

Drops of water seeping from the stone wall dripped onto his mottled wounds, causing waves of piercing pain.

He was trapped in this dark corner, where time seemed to stand still. Every minute and every second was a cruel test of his will.

The torture during those two days was not only physical destruction, but also a torture to the soul.

Pei Chi'an, a man with whom he might have had some friendship in the past, now had only coldness and determination in his eyes. He wanted to shatter the last bit of Zheng Chengyan's dignity.

Zheng Chengyan's face was covered in mud and blood, and he looked extremely haggard. His eyes were empty and blurred, as if he would completely disappear in the endless darkness in the next moment.

Dreams became his only way to escape reality, but they also cruelly revealed his regret and powerlessness.

In the recurring phantom, Su Wanyu was no longer the weak and vulnerable woman, but had transformed into a noble phoenix, looking down on his former arrogance and contempt with an almost cold attitude.

That look was like a thousand-pound ice pick that pierced his heart, making him unable to escape the torment of self-loathing and fear even in his dreams.

When the dream changed, the happy scenes of Gu Linjun and Su Wanyu were like sharp blades, cutting into his heart.

He wanted to struggle and shout, but found that his body seemed to be tightly bound by invisible chains. He could only squirm in pain on the ground, and every movement was accompanied by tearing pain.

At that moment, he truly realized what he had lost, which was something more precious than life, the deepest love and respect for a person.

Waking up from the nightmare, Zheng Chengyan felt as if he had just been pulled back from the edge of the abyss. Sweat and tears mixed together, blurring his vision.

He tried hard to convince himself that it was just a dream, but the panic and despair in his heart followed him like a shadow, making it impossible for him to calm down.

Pei Chi'an arrived with an unquestionable majesty, and every step he took seemed to declare his dominance over Zheng Chengyan's fate.

Facing Zheng Chengyan's questioning, a complex emotion flashed across Pei Chi'an's eyes, but was quickly replaced by coldness.

The iron pliers in his hand not only foreshadowed physical torture, but also the repeated crushing of Zheng Chengyan's spirit.

The red-hot iron made a hissing sound the moment it touched Zheng Chengyan's chest, and the smell of burnt meat immediately filled the air, which was nauseating.

Zheng Chengyan endured the severe pain that was enough to make one faint, and clenched his teeth. He would not allow himself to show any weakness in front of this demon.

Pei Chi'an pressed on step by step, seemingly determined to squeeze out every last bit of secret from Zheng Chengyan.

However, Zheng Chengyan's answer, although weak, revealed an unshakable determination.

The light in his eyes, even in such a desperate situation, still flickered with the spark of unwillingness to surrender.

When Pei Chi'an issued that cruel order, Zheng Chengyan's resistance seemed so insignificant, but it was also his last battle for dignity.

His roar was both a desperate accusation and a curse on the future.

At this moment, everything in the dungeon, including the cold stones and ruthless chains, seemed to be listening to the unwilling roars and witnessing the climax of this tragedy.

Pei Chi'an's mouth curved deeper, and he slowly approached him with steady steps and a dignity that could not be ignored. His slender fingers gently tapped his cheek, and his tone was three parts playful and seven parts cold: "Okay, I'll wait and see if our Second Young Master Ning really has the ability to reverse the world and stir up the storm!"

After saying this, complex emotions flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Somebody come!"

Pei Chi'an's laughter echoed in the empty hall, like thunder. He waved his hand and gave an order with great momentum, "Act immediately. I want to witness the end of all this with my own eyes!"

There is an irresistible power in the sound.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Chengyan's body trembled violently, and beads of sweat mixed with tears slid down his forehead. His voice became hoarse with fear and despair, and his eyes were filled with not only resistance, but also deep helplessness.

"No, you can't do this! No way!"

He shook his head vigorously, and every word seemed to be struggling out from the bottom of his heart.

The anger in Pei Chi'an's heart, under Zheng Chengyan's fierce resistance, was like a burning weed, almost breaking through the constraints of reason.

Seeing this, the torture chamber masters beside him quickly stepped forward and restrained the struggling Zheng Chengyan with skillful techniques.

Zheng Chengyan seemed to have fallen into madness, screaming again and again, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Pei Chi'an, remember this moment! How long can you be so proud! My experience today is a sign of your tomorrow!"

Every word was mixed with resentment and anger.

In the torture chamber, in the dim, flickering candlelight, a sharp scimitar shone with a cold light.

Before the execution, the executioner sprayed a mouthful of strong liquor on the blade, and then used the heat of the candlelight to roast the tip of the knife until it turned red.

Then, he suddenly pulled Zheng Chengyan's ankle. A cold light flashed, and a terrifying cutting sound suddenly rang out in the air, intertwining with Zheng Chengyan's screams.

Although Pei Chi'an was ruthless, he was also thoughtful. While executing the cruel punishment, he had people treat Zheng Chengyan's wounds in time, saving his life, but also to prevent him from continuing to endure endless humiliation afterwards.