The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

Yun Shang thought to herself that this matter was definitely not as simple as Mr. Jiu said. However, no matter how hard she tried to guess, she could not guess the true mystery. In desperation, she had to give up the idea of ​​trying to get more information from Mr. Jiu.

She snorted coldly and made a blunt request, "Since you want me to come here as a witness, then you should at least give me relatively good accommodations, right?"

Mr. Jiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said softly, "I'm afraid this is difficult to obey. Your Majesty, you are too smart and resourceful. You have escaped from my hands many times before. This time, no matter what, you must not let this happen again."

He paused for a moment and continued, "Even when you were trapped in that dark room, you were able to kill Liu Wenyuan and escape successfully. If you were imprisoned outside like this, I can't imagine whether I would still be able to see you tomorrow morning!" After that, Mr. Jiu raised his hand and gently pointed towards the open entrance of the dark room.

"So, I have to trouble Your Majesty to endure some injustice for the time being and continue to stay in this dark room for a few more days. When Zhao Qiyan's troops slack off a little, I will take you away from here safely." After hearing these words, Yun Shang knew in her heart that this time she would be unable to escape even if she had wings.

So, she simply stopped struggling. However, when the image of Liu Wenyuan's horrific corpse in the dark room surfaced in her mind, she couldn't help but frown again, and said with difficulty, "I will absolutely not set foot in that dark room unless you send someone to clean it out thoroughly and remove Liu Wenyuan's body."

Then, as if remembering something important, she quickly added, "Besides, that dark room is damp and cold, there's nowhere for me to sleep. So, I need a comfortable, warm bed."

Before Mr. Jiu could even begin to speak, Lin Zhiyi, standing behind him, snorted coldly and spoke in a tone filled with icy sarcasm, "Yun Shang, Yun Shang, please wake up! You've already been imprisoned. If you still want to save your life, the right thing to do is to kneel down and beg for mercy. What's the matter? Do you still regard yourself as the high and mighty Empress? How dare you negotiate with us?"

At this point, Lin Zhiyi's expression grew increasingly ferocious. She glared at Yun Shang fiercely and continued, "Hmph, if you dare to continue being so ungrateful and pushing your luck, don't blame us for being ruthless! Believe it or not, with just one word from me, you'll be placed with Liu Wenyuan's body, where you'll have to watch his body rot and stink right before your eyes day after day. By then, that sickening stench will linger in your nostrils all day long!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Shang's mind involuntarily conjured up a terrifying image—a mangled, bloody corpse lying before her eyes, maggots wriggling and gnawing at it, emitting waves of a horrifying stench... Suddenly, a strong chill surged from the depths of her heart, quickly spreading throughout her body, causing her to shudder. At the same time, as if the pungent, rancid odor had already penetrated her nostrils through the air, her stomach churning with discomfort.

Yun Shang's face instantly turned pale as paper, completely devoid of any color. However, despite her immense fear, she mustered her courage and gritted her teeth, "I don't care! You must remove that body immediately! Otherwise, I won't obey a single one of your orders. Even at the cost of my life, I'll find a way to escape again!" With that, Yun Shang, seemingly completely enraged, suddenly reached out and grabbed an old clothes hanger beside her, slamming it to the ground without hesitation.

There was a muffled "bang" sound. The wooden clothes hanger, which had already experienced the erosion of time, could not withstand such violent treatment. It shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye, turning into uneven pieces of wood scattered all over the ground.

Yun Shang, her face pale, slowly crouched down. With a trembling hand, she reached out and picked up a sharp, thorned wooden stick from the dusty, leaf-covered ground. She gripped the stick tightly, pointing the tip at her fair, slender neck. She looked as if she had disregarded life and death, her face revealing a resolute and fearless expression.

"My conditions are actually very simple. As long as you can agree to them, I will never try to escape again and will follow you obediently to wherever you want to take me." Yun Shang bit her lip and looked straight ahead with a firm gaze. Although her voice trembled slightly, her determination was unquestionable.

However, she immediately added, "But if you insist on forcing me, then I will not sit still and wait for death! At worst, we can fight to the death and perish together! After all, someone like me who has been pampered since childhood cannot endure such torture and suffering. Rather than lingering in agony, it is better to end it all right now!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Jiu, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly chuckled. He looked at the seemingly weak, yet in reality, resolute woman with great interest, his lips curling slightly as he said, "Yun Shang, Yun Shang, you're still exactly the same as before. Once you make up your mind, you'll risk everything. And, I have to admit, you know exactly where I'm going."

After a brief pause, Mr. Jiu gently raised his right hand and waved. The door swung open, and two burly guards swiftly entered. At Mr. Jiu's signal, they turned silently and headed toward the dark room. Before long, they pulled out a body already cold. A closer look revealed it to be Liu Wenyuan's.

Afterwards, the two guards swiftly lifted Liu Wenyuan's body and steadily walked out of the room to handle the subsequent matters. Throughout this process, everyone in the room watched silently, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

Then, a burly man walked in, struggling to carry a large bundle of hay, followed closely by a thin servant, holding several thick blankets tightly in his arms. After gently placing the items in their hands on the ground, they quietly stepped aside.