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I woke up again to a basin of ice water...

When Luo Yao opened his eyes, he was extremely nervous and observed the surrounding environment vigilantly.

He was hung on a stone wall, his hands and feet tied with iron chains. This was a dungeon made of black stone.

Various torture instruments were hung on the wall, and a brazier was burning fiercely nearby. A woman was stirring the charcoal in the brazier.

His mind went dark for a moment, and the cell suddenly overlapped with the small dark room where he was imprisoned in his previous life. Luo Yao shook his head to stay awake, and his eyes moved along the fire tongs to the woman's face. The face looked familiar, but Luo Yao didn't know her identity. "Who are you?"

The woman's face was cold and majestic, and her voice was very hard: "Speaking of which, since you are a man and married to our Qinxi, you still have to call me aunt. I am the elder sister of Qinxi's mother."

Bei Zhenting's mother's sister? Luo Yao was puzzled.

The woman had no patience. She stood up and approached Luo Yao, "You were the one who killed Mr. He, right?"

Luo Yao did not answer.

Seeing that Luo Yao didn't answer, the woman sat back on the armchair and tapped the armrest gently.

"Don't want to answer? Don't worry, I have plenty of ways to make you speak."

After saying this, the woman closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Time passed little by little, and the strong light created by the candle flame made Luo Yao dizzy. He was hung on the wall, relying entirely on his legs to support his body. After a while, Luo Yao was exhausted and could not stand.

Several braziers were burning fiercely, and the clothes soaked with ice water were being dried. The moisture in the body was being drained away bit by bit. In less than an hour, Luo Yao's lips became dry and peeling.

Another hour passed before the woman finally opened her eyes and lost her patience even more. "You replaced the medicine in Mr. He's pills with medicinal stones, right?"

Luo Yao felt dizzy and stared at the woman without saying a word.

Seeing Luo Yao's stubborn look, the woman ran out of patience. She glanced at the guard in silver-red armor next to her. The guard took out a whip and handed it to her with both hands.

The whip hit Luo Yao's nose, and the woman roared: "Is it you?!"

Luo Yao looked at the woman with unfocused eyes, not knowing that his eyes turned into a provocation in the woman's eyes.

The woman took two steps back and swung the whip, which landed on Luo Yao. With just one whip, Luo Yao lost consciousness.

The woman was not satisfied, so she whipped him twice more. Even though he lost consciousness, Luo Yao's body was still twitching in pain.

Seeing that the general was really going to kill Luo Yao, the silver-red guard next to him stepped forward and said, "General, he is the prince's concubine after all, you..."

When the woman heard this, she seemed to be enraged and whipped Luo Yao with a whip. This whip was more painful than any other whip. Luo Yao's body trembled and twitched violently. His clothes were torn by the whip, revealing his thigh which was bleeding.

His legs could no longer support his body, and his hung hands were forced to bear the weight of his entire body. His wrists were bleeding from being tied with the cast iron. The woman put away the whip and walked over to pat Luo Yao's face.

"You are such a slut! Even the prostitutes in the brothel are not as good as you. I wonder what your general parents think!"

His consciousness was in a daze. There was no concept of time in the dungeon. When he woke up again, Luo Yao didn't know whether it was day or night, or whether a few days had passed.

After being caught in the rain, experiencing alternating cold and heat, and venting his emotions for days, coupled with not eating or drinking for the entire day, Luo Yao woke up with a high fever.

His ears were hit by a whip and bleeding. After waking up, Luo Yao didn't hear any sound for a long time. He still saw that woman. There were a few more guards in silver-red armor. He seemed to see Zhang Jiji, Li Qingyun, and many other guards from the palace...

Corner...Ashi...

His ears gradually became clear, and the shrill crying made Luo Yao's heart shrink. Brother!

Luo Yao mechanically searched for his brother, searching every corner...

No!

Where is my brother?!

With a powerful "pop", the crying stopped abruptly.

Luo Yao quickly looked in the direction of the sound, and his brother's small figure collapsed before his eyes...

A shrill, broken scream burst out of its throat, the iron chain made a clanging sound as it was pulled, and the beast let out a terrifying growl, trying desperately to break free from the cage.

The guards in silver-red armor were all frightened, and the woman in velvet was also stunned for a moment. While they were stunned, the guards of the palace had already drawn their swords and rushed forward.

In Qingxin Hall, Ye Qing paced anxiously in front of Bei Zhenting's bed.

Wake up! Beiqinxi! Your aunt wants to tear down your palace!

It's already the sixth day. If you don't wake up, you won't be able to see your princess again!

Not sure if it was because he heard Ye Qing's call, but Bei Zhenting's hand moved.

When Ye Qing saw Bei Zhenting's hand moving, he was excited and anxious. He sat on the edge of the bed and shook Bei Zhenting frantically.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Bei Zhenting's forehead, and veins on his forehead bulged, as if he had dreamed of something very scary. When Ye Qing shook him violently, he suddenly gasped, opened his eyes, and sat up. He sat up so hard that he bumped into Ye Qing's forehead, causing Ye Qing to hiss in pain, and his forehead turned visibly red.

Before he could blame Bei Zhenting, Ye Qing said quickly, "You finally woke up. Three people have died in the palace!"

Bei Zhenting stared at his face closely.

Ye Qing quickly explained: "The princess's maid died in the laundry room, butler Wang was beaten to death by the princess, and Mr. He was also..."

Mr. He?! Bei Zhenting pushed Ye Qing away and rushed out of Qingxin Hall. Ye Qing stumbled a few steps, picked up the medicine box and hurried to catch up.

The dungeon was in chaos, with cries and screams that seemed to break the sky.

When Bei Zhenting arrived at the dungeon entrance, he heard the horrifying cries from afar. He took one step at a time, his feet feeling like they were filled with lead, and each step was extremely difficult.

Finally saw the owner of the voice...

He was a wild beast, covered in wounds and bruises, yet he still wanted to break free from the chains.

The cries from the bottom of his heart, one after another, all penetrated Bei Zhenting's brain. The scene in front of him changed, and the memories in his mind awakened. The scene of ten years ago really appeared in front of Bei Zhenting. Bei Zhenting reached out and touched the blood. It was real! The smell of blood penetrated his nose. Bei Zhenting hugged the bleeding man...

The deafening cries echoed in his ears, and many images flashed through his mind, making it difficult for him to tell who this person was...

Is it the father? The mother?

A lonely, thin figure appeared in his memory.

The child is just like him, they are incredibly similar.

The child in my memory was called Yaoyao, the precious little prince of the Duke's Mansion. Because his grandfather, parents all went to the battlefield, he lived alone in the palace.

The child is extremely spoiled, loves to act like a spoiled brat, and loves to cry.

The first time he saw the child, the child was crying... The deafening crying made him toss and turn while taking a nap on the roof of Xingxi Palace, unable to sleep, and he jumped down to beat the child!

The child cried and opened his hands to ask him to hug him...

The guard quickly untied the chains, and the man fell into his arms as if he had no bones.

That person was so light and thin that it hurt to touch him.

The chains that bound his hands and feet were gone, and Luo Yao's strength was drained. Bei Zhenting gently carried him to the chair.

In a daze, a tall man appeared in Luo Yao's sight, and Luo Yao recognized who that man was.

The man seemed to have saved him from the poison. He stretched out his hand and wanted to say, "Hey, are you feeling better?" But he didn't have the strength to ask.

His consciousness was blurred, and the two figures who were arguing furiously in his sight blurred and disappeared, and the woman's voice roaring "unfilial son" faded into the distance.

When I woke up again, I didn't know when. When I opened my eyes, the woman and the guards in silver-red armor were gone.

It was still the dungeon, and the person sitting in front of him stirring the charcoal had turned into Bei Zhenting.

"you're awake?"