Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

The cell fell into dead silence, with only the light and shadow of the torches flickering on the stone walls, casting everyone's faces in obscurity.

Xie Tingyu's eyes were like sharp blades, fixed on the prisoner. "Is this Song Zhaoxing, the man who escaped from Jiazhou Prefecture?"

Xie Qingli sneered, "Isn't that my cheap dad? Not only did he escape from prison, he also became a favorite of the Empress Dowager. He's truly incredibly powerful."

She curled her lips slightly, her voice full of sarcasm: "I just don't know how such a powerful figure could fall into such a miserable state."

Leng Shuang stepped forward, clasped her fists, and replied, "My lady, this man has been hiding in the Cining Palace, and your Highness's men have never been able to apprehend him. Until that day when he was being taken to the Ministry of Punishment, your Highness's men took advantage of the chaos and hid him in the concubine's chamber. When the palace restrictions were slightly relaxed, they used the ox cart that was transporting the night fragrance and stuffed him into a dung bucket to carry him out."

"Pfft-"

Zou Xiaojiu laughed out loud, pinched his nose and took two steps back, saying in disgust, "I was wondering why it stinks so badly, it turns out it got marinated in manure."

Song Zhaoxing's cloudy eyes gradually focused. He squinted, and when he saw the girl in gorgeous clothes in front of him, his lips trembled violently. This was actually the bitch raised by the He family!

The timid country girl in memory has been completely transformed. She now exudes the same noble air as Jiang Muxue back then, except that the slightly raised corners of her lips hold a malicious sarcasm that Jiang Muxue would never have.

"You bastard!" He suddenly leaped up, his chains rattling. "I've fed and clothed you for over a decade. I'm your father! How dare you treat me like this? It's sheer treason! Untie me now!"

"How dare you!" Leng Shuang roared, her movements swift as lightning. Simultaneously, Han Jue had already struck. Two dark figures, one on the left and one on the right, struck Song Zhaoxing's face with their soles, a dull, tooth-grinding thud. Song Zhaoxing's head jerked back, blood and broken teeth splattering against the stone wall.

Xie Qingli's eyes gleamed coldly like a blade, and his voice was as icy as frost. "Song Zhaoxing, you stole the truth and switched me with Xie Qingyao. For more than a decade, you allowed He and Song Tianbao to torture me. Most unforgivable of all, you actually dared to imprison my mother!"

Her voice grew colder with each sentence: "Because of all these blood debts, you and I have long been sworn enemies. Now you still want to use filial piety to pressure me? It's simply ridiculous!"

She sneered and said calmly, "I'm sparing your worthless life just to pry something out of you. You'd better confess the truth, otherwise, I'll let you know what it means to live a life worse than death!"

"Bitch!" Song Zhaoxing grinned, his mouth bloodied, and uttered hoarse words through broken teeth: "Dream on! I won't confess even if I die."

Xie Qingli raised his fingertips lightly, and three silver needles as thin as cow hair flew out of the air.

"That's just what I want." She parted her red lips slightly, a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes: "Death is too easy for you."

The moment the needle entered his body, Song Zhaoxing's eyes widened. He felt as if millions of ants were gnawing at his skin, causing both pain and itchiness. He clenched his teeth, but his body twisted uncontrollably, causing the iron chains to rattle.

Xie Qingli sat down gracefully on the armchair, his eyes gleaming with a cat-and-mouse interest. "The Song family has been planning this for over a decade, and Xie Qingyao is about to ascend to the throne. Tell me, how fun would it be if her reputation were ruined before she gets married?"

Song Zhaoxing's neck veins bulged, and he roared through his teeth: "You dare!"

Xie Qingli suddenly stood up and walked forward slowly: "Why wouldn't I dare? It would be easy for me to crush her to death now."

Before she finished speaking, three silver needles, gleaming with a cold blue light, pierced Song Zhaoxing's vital points with pinpoint accuracy. An innocent smile played across her lips, but her voice was bone-chillingly cold: "That was just an appetizer. These needles are tempered with 'Bone-Eroding Powder'. You'll have to enjoy them thoroughly."

"what--"

Song Zhaoxing suddenly erupted in a shrill, inhuman wail, his entire body curling up and then straightening like a shrimp. He felt his internal organs burning with poisonous fire, and every breath was tinged with the smell of blood.

But after just a few breaths, Song Zhaoxing could no longer bear it and begged for mercy with a hoarse voice: "I will attack. I will attack with all my strength. Stop now."

Xie Qingli leisurely sat back in the armchair, sipping the fragrant tea slowly and watching Song Zhaoxing's painful look with interest, as if he was watching a wonderful play.

Song Zhaoxing kept struggling and begging for mercy. It was not until a cup of tea later that Xie Qingli lazily threw a black pill to Zou Xiaojiu.

Zou Xiaojiu pinched his nose, pried open Song Zhaoxing's bloody mouth with a look of disgust, stuffed the pill in roughly, and finally wiped his hands vigorously on his lapel.

As soon as the pill entered his mouth, it transformed into a refreshing feeling. Song Zhaoxing felt the burning pain in his internal organs gradually subside, but his body still felt like it was being pierced by thousands of silver needles. Every inch of his skin felt a sharp sting, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

Song Zhaoxing raised his head weakly, beads of sweat mixed with blood dripping from his forehead: "Can you please remove the needle?"

"Pa!" Zou Xiaojiu slapped Song Zhaoxing in the face with his backhand, causing him to tilt his head. "Old man, don't be so shameless!"

Xie Qingli and Xie Tingyu exchanged a glance before speaking coldly, "Tell me, start with how you escaped from the dungeon of the Jiazhou government office."

She tapped the handrail with her fingertips and glanced at the dazzling array of torture instruments on the wall: "If there is a lie..."

Song Zhaoxing endured the severe pain and gasped, "I dare not. I dare not hide it. When I was in Jiazhou prison, I was already in despair. I didn't expect that the noble man from Nanjing would send someone to rescue me."

"Your Excellency?" Xie Qingli frowned slightly. "Is she the person behind your mistress Lin Xue?"

"Heh." Song Zhaoxing suddenly sneered strangely, "She? She's just a chess piece that Queen Nanjing has placed beside me."

He raised his head with difficulty, a hint of pride appearing on his face. "The ones who truly appreciate me are Imperial Concubine Zhan of Nanjing and the Third Prince Xiao Rui! Over the years, I have been using my business trips to deliver messages to them. I never expected that they would value me so much that they would send people to Jiazhou to rescue me."

"You bullshit!"

Han Jue suddenly leaped up from the corner, his figure flashing like a ghost to the front of the rack. He pulled out the sharp sword hanging on the wall, and the sword tip shone coldly in the firelight, aiming straight at Song Zhaoxing's throat!

Song Zhaoxing's pupils suddenly shrank, and the chill of death instantly enveloped his whole body.

In a flash, the teacup in Xie Qingli's hand shot out with a crisp "clang" sound, just deflecting the sword. The sharp blade grazed Song Zhaoxing's neck, leaving a string of blood beads.

Zou Ping flew forward and grabbed Han Jue's wrist: "Boy, what are you crazy about?"

Han Jue's eyes were red, and his hand holding the sword was shaking: "Xiao Rui. It can't be Xiao Rui."

Xie Qingli slowly stood up, stepped over the blood drops on the ground with her embroidered shoes, and walked step by step to Han Jue: "Why can't it be Xiao Rui?" Her voice was very soft, but it carried an irresistible force.

The sword in Han Jue's hand fell to the ground with a clang. He closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, a desolate look appeared in his eyes: "Because... I am the real Third Prince of Nanjing... Xiao Rui!"