Flowers bloom without worries

In the dim cell, the weak candlelight barely illuminated the surroundings. A woman was tied tightly to an iron frame with heavy iron chains. Her body was covered with shocking scars, and blood and dirt were intertwined, forming a miserable scene. Her head was lowered, and her long hair was scattered on her face, covering her dull eyes.

"Until now, you still refuse to admit that you killed Jin'er?" A majestic and cold voice echoed in the cell. The emperor stood outside the cell door, his eyes like a knife shooting at the dying woman.

"Torture her until she confesses!" The emperor's order was unquestionable.

The guard responded and stepped forward with a bloodstained whip in his hand. The woman had been tortured for days and was dying, her eyes were empty and desperate. However, when the whip hit her again, she still clenched her teeth and did not utter a painful groan.

"I didn't kill her. I won't admit it." The woman used all her strength to say these words with difficulty. Although her voice was weak, it was full of determination and resoluteness.

The emperor angrily snatched the whip from the guard and beat the woman fiercely. Each whip seemed to drain away her remaining vitality, but the woman never gave in.

The emperor had no intention of stopping until the woman fainted again. He stared coldly at the lifeless woman, his anger growing stronger and stronger.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the cell. The Queen Mother hurried in, and when she saw the scene in front of her, her face suddenly turned livid.

"Your Majesty, stop it!" the Queen Mother shouted sternly.

The emperor stopped what he was doing when he heard the queen mother's voice. He looked at the queen mother's angry face and felt a little flustered.

"Mother, why are you here?" The emperor asked with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

"You tortured the queen like this for a woman. If this gets out, wouldn't it be the biggest joke in the State of Chu? The emperor killed the current queen for a woman?" The queen dowager said, walking to the woman, looking at her bruised body, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

The emperor was speechless after hearing what the empress dowager said. He knew he had gone too far, but the anger in his heart was still hard to calm down.

"Mother, don't worry, I won't let her die so easily." The emperor said, turning around and walking out of the cell.

The Queen Mother looked at the emperor's departing back and shook her head helplessly. She knew her son had become cold and heartless, but she could do nothing about it.

The cell was silent again. The woman lay on the ground, motionless. Following the emperor's orders, the guards dragged her into the cold and dark water dungeon.

In the water dungeon, the woman's body was tied to a rack. A bitter smile appeared on her pale face. Now she no longer had the desire to live, and only hoped to die early to end this endless torture.

The water slowly flooded over her body, and her consciousness gradually blurred. At the moment when she was about to lose consciousness, she seemed to see a familiar figure. Was it him? Would he take her away from this hell?

However, when she woke up again, she found herself still tied to the rack in the water dungeon. The wounds on her body had turned white from the cold water, and the pain came again. She knew that she was not dead yet and had to continue to endure this endless torture.

At this time, there was another sound of footsteps outside the cell. She looked up and saw the emperor walking in. There was a complicated expression on his face, and when he looked at her, the man was both angry and reluctant.

"How is she?" asked the Emperor.

"The Queen..." the guard answered hesitantly.

"Hurry up and speak!" the emperor urged.

"I'm afraid the queen won't survive the night. Her pulse is very weak and almost undetectable..." said the guard.

"A bunch of useless people!" the emperor roared, "Bring me the best medicine and give it to her! She can't die!"

The woman in front of him had been tortured to the point of being riddled with wounds. She no longer had any desire to live. Even the best medicine could not save her life.