The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

"This is Simon Island." A cold voice came from behind.

The Elf King had been waiting here for a long time with a group of elven soldiers. She really wanted to know who the scumbag was who caused her daughter to disappear and remain silent for seventeen years before returning.

She will make him live a life worse than death!

Xu Shijie looked up at the Elf King, and his eyes and eyebrows showed some resemblance to the woman he raped twenty years ago, but it was obviously not her.

After all, the person in front of him had a terrifyingly strong aura, and the look in his eyes was like a sharp ice knife, making him feel an unprecedented oppression.

Moreover, there was a group of armored soldiers following behind her, and it was obvious that they were not people to be trifled with.

Xu Shijie bit his lip tightly, panic and anger swirling in his heart. But right now, he couldn't lose.

Thinking of this, he quickly got up from the ground and shouted, "How dare you! Do you know who I am? I am the Prime Minister of Yun State! If you dare to touch me, the entire Yun State will not let you go!"

The Elf King frowned slightly and responded with disdain, "I know, but so what? A mere Prime Minister is nothing more than an ordinary human. How dare a useless person without even any spiritual power dare to speak so arrogantly in front of me?"

After hearing the other party call himself Gu, Xu Shijie was stunned: "Who are you? Since you call yourself Gu, you must be the queen of a certain country. Are you taking me away now to provoke a war with Yun Kingdom? I tell you, apart from Canglan Kingdom, no other country can rival Yun Kingdom! Taking me away is simply seeking your own death!"

"I think you are the one seeking your own death!" After saying that, the Elf King swung his palm, and the palm wind was like a beast out of a cage, tearing through the air and suddenly pounced on Xu Shijie.

Before he even had time to react, he felt a strong sense of oppression enveloping him.

With a muffled "Puff!", Xu Shijie's body was slammed hard against the stone pillar behind him by the palm wind. The violent collision caused blood to flow from the corner of his mouth. He fell to the ground in a mess like a kite with a broken string, his head buzzing.

"Look, I just waved my hand casually, and you couldn't resist. You still want to threaten me?"

"Who are you...and which country are you from?" Xu Shijie mumbled in confusion, and finally fainted.

"What's the difference between this and an ant?" The Elf King clicked her tongue softly, with obvious disgust and contempt in her tone. She really couldn't understand why Ling'er would be defiled by such a person.

The Elf King grew increasingly furious as he thought about it. He immediately turned and ordered, "Come here, throw him into the water dungeon and wait for your punishment."

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When Xu Shijie opened his eyes again, he found himself trapped in a water dungeon. The air was filled with a foul, musty smell, and cold, damp air permeated every pore of his body. His entire body felt like it was immersed in a pool of stagnant water.

He looked down and found that his arms and legs were tied to the high iron rings with heavy chains. His body was almost hung off the ground, and his limbs could not move. He could only let the cold metal rings tightly strangle his flesh.

He struggled a few times, trying to break free from the chains, but all he could hear was the rattling of the chains, which sounded particularly sharp and piercing in the silent dungeon.

"You bitches! How dare you!"

Xu Shijie shouted at the empty dungeon, "I'm the Prime Minister of a country! What you've committed is a capital crime! Xu Yanchuan, you're a heartless, ungrateful wretch! You're just the offspring of a lowly actor. My Xu family provided you with food, clothing, and raised you. So what if I need your spiritual roots? After all, I gave you your life! You ungrateful fellow, how dare you team up with other countries to lock me up in this dungeon? Have you lost your conscience?!"

"Oh, conscience? Xu Shijie, what qualifications do you have to say that?"

A cold female voice came from not far away. Xu Shijie's heart suddenly tightened and he looked up quickly: "Who? Who is talking?"

The light in the dungeon was dim, with only a few worn-out oil lamps flickering faintly around.

He saw a beautiful woman and a man walking up to him.

Xu Shijie would never forget this beautiful face. However, twenty years later, this face hadn't changed at all, still as beautiful as a fairy from a painting.

How did she manage not to change at all?

Xu Shijie frowned and said, "Are you the actor from twenty years ago?!"

As soon as the words fell, the man standing next to the woman suddenly stepped forward and slapped Xu Shijie hard in the face.

Xu Shijie's eyes spun, his cheeks aching. He heard the other man say, "Listen carefully, my wife is not an actress. She's the fifth princess of the elves. She's far more noble than a scumbag like you!"

Xu Shijie was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter: "So this man is your current husband?"

After saying that, Xu Shijie smiled obscenely and said to the man, "How does it feel to use the women I've used? Let me tell you, this woman even gave birth to a son for me—"

However, before he could finish his words, a cold light flashed in the man's eyes. Almost instantly, another slap came flying, landing fiercely on the other side of Xu Shijie's face: "How can there be such a despicable thing as you in this world?"

Xu Shijie had lived for most of his life, and this was the first time he heard someone dare to call him that.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Say it again?"

"Your ears are useless because they're so quick? He said you're cheap."

The two turned around and saw Yan Chuan walking slowly towards them, holding a heavy branding iron in his hand.

The iron gleamed coldly in the dim light. His steps were not hurried, but every step he took hit Xu Shijie's heart, making his whole body unconsciously tense.

He swallowed and ordered, "Xu Yanchuan, quickly untie your father!"

Yan Chuan ignored him and instead looked at the two slap marks on Xu Shijie's face. He said calmly, "Princess, Prince Consort, aren't you two a little too merciful?"

His voice was calm, but Xu Shijie's heart skipped a beat, and the suppressed fear began to surge in his heart.

Xu Shijie glanced at the iron in Yan Chuan's hand, and instinctively felt his scalp tingling. His voice trembled unconsciously: "Xu Yan Chuan! What are you going to do!?"

"My name is Yanchuan, not Xu Yanchuan."

After saying that, Yan Chuan spread out the palm of his left hand, and a cluster of blazing fire condensed out.

A high temperature spread out instantly, and the flames reflected Yan Chuan's face, making his facial features more three-dimensional and his cold aura more intense.

Yan Chuan placed the branding iron on the flame, and the temperature rose higher and higher. After a while, the branding iron was burned red by the spiritual fire and made a sizzling sound.