The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Jiang Wantang didn't say anything after hearing this.

The scorching warmth from Ji Wuyuan's palm seemed unable to warm the chillness on her fingertips.

He reached out to brush away the frost on her eyelashes, but when his hand was about to touch her eyebrows, she suddenly took a step back, avoiding his touch.

The subconscious action made both of them freeze in place.

After a long silence, Ji Wuyuan lowered his hand and finally just gathered Jiang Wantang's cloak, wrapping her tightly.

He knew that after the previous coercion, she still resisted his approach.

Even if the misunderstanding is resolved, some damage, once done, cannot be healed overnight.

Even so, Ji Wuyuan was unwilling to admit that there was too much distance between them.

Nangong's revenge, Jiang Huaizhou, Ji Wuwang...

He could force her to stay by his side, but he couldn't force her to love him anymore.

The imperial teacher once warned him: If you hold on too tightly, you will eventually lose it.

But he couldn't bear to let go...

Jiang Wantang came back to her senses, looked at the man in front of her, clenched her hands, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes: "Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty..."

She opened her lips and wanted to explain, but it seemed that anything she said at this moment would be pale and powerless.

Ji Wuyuan pretended to be indifferent and smiled, saying in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, let's go."

After saying that, he walked out of the palace.

Jiang Wantang looked at his large and lonely back as he left, then followed him.

The two men rode out of the palace in an inconspicuous carriage and headed towards the Dali Temple.

Jiang Wantang was lost in his own complicated thoughts.

The letter Jiang Huaizhou left for her seemed ordinary, but she always felt something was wrong.

Therefore, she couldn't wait to find an answer about her life experience.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her with deep eyes, his gaze was unfathomable.

The two of them spoke in silence along the way.

Inside Dali Temple.

Jiang Wantang stood quietly in front of the coffin, looking at Jiang Huaizhou, who lay there with a pale face, eyes closed, and no life...

After a long time, she whispered, "Brother, Tang'er is here to see you..."

"Don't worry, Tang'er will definitely get to the bottom of what happened back then."

"..."

After saying that, Jiang Wantang stayed for a while, and then went straight to the prison where the former members of the Nangong family were imprisoned.

When they reached the prison, Ji Wuyuan couldn't help but reach out and grab her wrist. The latter turned around and looked at him in confusion.

Ji Wuyuan's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his voice was so low that it seemed to be squeezed out from his chest: "Tang'er, prison is a filthy place, full of blood..."

"If you have anything you want to interrogate, I can..."

"Your Majesty!" Jiang Wantang interrupted directly.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang in front of him with complicated eyes. Seeing her smile at him, he said to himself in a light voice, "I will be out soon. Your Majesty is not well yet, so please wait for me outside, okay?"

He knew that Jiang Wantang didn't want to interfere.

Ji Wuyuan was silent for a moment and slowly withdrew his hand.

He narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the prison gate."

Jiang Wantang turned and walked into the prison.

At that time, in the torture room, Xie Zhiyan was interrogating Nangong Lie and other major leaders.

On the cold stone wall, the torches cast flickering light and shadows, making Nangong Lie on the rack look like a ghost being tortured in the eighteen levels of hell.

His hands were hung high with iron chains, his body was covered with whip marks, and blood dripped onto the ground through the tattered corners of his clothes, forming dark red puddles on the bluestone floor.

In front of him was a pot of charcoal fire, a burning iron. In the charcoal fire, the dark red iron had been burned to a white color, occasionally a few sparks flew out, making a "sizzling" sound in the damp, bloody air...

Nangong Lie spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said with a sinister smile, "Xie Zhiyan, even if you use all the tortures in the prison, if I, Nangong Lie, utter even one more word, I will no longer be considered a member of the Nangong clan!"

Xie Zhiyan, dressed in a dark purple official robe, sat upright on an official chair with a cold gaze. His fingertips were casually playing with a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, the blade shining coldly in the firelight.

Hearing this, he scoffed, "Oh, really?"

"In this Dali Temple, there is no mouth that I cannot pry open."

His voice was low and slow, with a hint of a smile: "I just like to torture people like you who are stubborn."

After saying that, Xie Zhiyan stood up and walked to the burning brazier.

He raised his hand and slowly used the tongs to stir the charcoal fire inside, sparks flying...

Nangong Lie's cloudy eyes glanced at the red-hot iron in his hand, his eyes full of fearlessness.

Xie Zhiyan raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips, the meaning of the smile was unclear: "I have plenty of time today, this is just the beginning, let's... play slowly..."

Afterwards, he picked up the red-hot iron with clamps, and his handsome face flickered in the flickering light of the fire.

"I heard that you Nangong clan members are very concerned about your appearance..."

"You said..." Xie Zhiyan slowly approached and said with a smile: "Should I brand the left cheek first, or the right cheek?"

Nangong Lie's pupils suddenly shrank as he stared at the branding iron approaching his face, his Adam's apple rolling violently.

He gritted his teeth and said stubbornly, "What tricks do you have? Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"I bother!"

Xie Zhiyan didn't get angry but laughed instead. Just as he was about to take action, a clear and cold female voice came from outside the torture room.

"I come!"

Xie Zhiyan suddenly turned his head, and the red-hot iron in his hand directly hit Nangong Lie's left cheek.

"Ah ah ah..."

Nangong Lie's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, his face was distorted with pain, and he screamed in pain.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." The smell of burning flesh instantly filled the torture room.

Xie Zhiyan looked up at the graceful figure in white standing outside the torture chamber, his eyes darkening a little: "Why are you..."

As soon as the words came out, they got stuck in my throat and I understood what was going on.

How could she not come?

Nangong Lie was the one she specifically wanted to keep alive.

Jiang Wantang walked in slowly from outside and went straight to Xie Zhiyan.

She said, "I will come to the trial myself."

Xie Zhiyan withdrew his hand and threw the branding iron back into the brazier, sending up a cluster of sparks.

He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully. Just as he was about to say something, Jiang Wantang picked up the dagger on the rack beside him, raised his hand and slashed it, cutting off all five of Nangong Lie's fingers at once. His movements were quick and accurate.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, five of them were broken at once...

"Ugh...Ahhh!"

Nangong Lie, who was still immersed in pain and had not recovered yet, screamed heartbreakingly this time.

His whole body was convulsing, his wrists locked by chains were twisting wildly, blood gushed out from his severed fingers, leaving a glaring line of blood on the ground.

Xie Zhiyan raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Wantang with surprise.

The latter had a calm expression, and her pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were like two pools of frozen spring water, with endless frost underneath.

Nangong Lie almost fainted from the pain, but at this moment he saw Jiang Wantang's face clearly. His cloudy pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had seen a ghost.

He looked at Jiang Wantang with horror and murmured, "Miss..."

"You're still alive?!"

"impossible!"