The Rise of a General's Daughter-in-Law Doctor

Jun Mochen was like a cat that had caught a mouse and suddenly wanted to tease the three of them.

"Master Wu, are you tough enough?"

Upon hearing this, the head of the Wu family lowered his head even further in fear, sweat dripping down his forehead, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "Please, sir, spare my life."

Looking at the Wu family head's appearance, Jun Mochen felt nothing but contempt. How dare he come out and cause trouble for others?

Jun Mochen then turned to Patriarch Fu: "Why don't you go first, Patriarch Fu?"

Upon hearing this, the head of the Fu family quickly followed the example of the head of the Wu family and begged for mercy repeatedly.

It appears that there is room for negotiation, but in reality, Jun Mochen is waging a psychological war.

Seeing that the Fu family head was still begging for mercy, Jun Mochen changed the subject: "Never mind, let the Wang family head go first."

He then ordered his men to take the head of the Wang family into the torture chamber.

The remaining two family heads breathed a slight sigh of relief, but before they could exhale, they heard Jun Mochen say, "The two family heads should also get ready. Once Family Head Wang comes out, it will be your turn."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, but then their breath caught in their throats again.

And so, Dongfang Jincheng was inside the torture chamber, while Jun Mochen was outside, watching the remaining two.

Inside the torture chamber, Dongfang Jincheng looked at the Wang family head who had been brought in and said calmly, "Wang family head, do you want to speak?"

The head of the Wang family knew that his crimes could not be erased, and at this moment he felt a sense of righteous indignation.

"This humble subject has nothing to say. I admit to everything you have found. These were all done by Wu, Fu, and myself. It has nothing to do with anyone else. I beg Your Highness to spare them."

Dongfang Jincheng: Is that all?

Patriarch Wang: "That's all."

Dongfang Jincheng: "It seems that Patriarch Wang doesn't know what I want to hear. In that case, let's begin."

After speaking, he gave a wink to the guards beside him. These two guards were from the Dali Temple and had previously worked on some cases with Dongfang Jincheng. They understood and began the punishment.

Not long after, screams of agony could be heard outside the torture chamber.

The sound penetrated the thick walls of the torture chamber and reached the two people kneeling outside.

Their faces instantly drained of color, and the torment they felt was as if they themselves were being tortured inside.

The sound stopped after a short while, but it didn't stop for long either, and then it started coming back out again.

Jun Mochen listened to the sounds inside, shook his head and sighed softly.

"As expected of the living Yama, he's too ruthless."

After saying that, he looked at the two pale-faced men and continued, "We're getting pretty bored listening to this. How about we make a bet?"

Upon hearing this, the two looked at Jun Mochen with blank expressions, wondering what they were betting on.

Without letting the two remain puzzled for too long, Jun Mochen continued, "Let's bet on how many rounds Patriarch Wang can last."

Upon hearing this, both of them simultaneously thought: Are you a devil?

Jun Mochen looked at the two of them and said, pretending to think, "Judging from the prisoners that Prince Rui interrogated before, the toughest ones lasted seven rounds, while the weakest ones couldn't even last one round. I think the Wang family head must be tough, which is why I should be able to last about six rounds."

After saying that, he looked at the two of them and smiled, "What do you two think?"

Head of the Fu family and Head of the Wu family: devils.

Seeing that the two remained silent, Jun Mochen did not force them, but said with some regret, "I wonder if the two family heads have the backbone of the Wang family head and can withstand several rounds of interrogation by Prince Rui. I am quite curious."

He had barely finished speaking when the sounds inside the torture chamber ceased, the door opened, and a person covered in blood was carried out.

Jun Mochen: "Useless. You can't even handle three wheels."

After the Wang family head was carried to another torture chamber, Jun Mochen looked at the two people who were looking in the direction of the Wang family head and said, "You two don't need to worry, he won't die. Prince Rui has the best medicine. He won't let him die until he gets what he wants to hear. Once the medicine wears off, we'll continue with the next round of interrogation."

Seeing that the two were looking at him, he added gently, "You are the same."

When the two guards who carried the person returned.

Jun Mochen looked at the two kneeling figures, stroked his chin, and said, "Who's next?"

Upon hearing this, both of them lowered their heads, not daring to meet Jun Mochen's gaze. Seeing the fate of the Wang family head, their arms, which were supporting them on the ground, were trembling.

When the two were almost at their limit, Jun Mochen finally spoke up and said, "You'll do."

Not hearing their names called, the two looked up at the same time. When they saw Jun Mochen pointing at the Wu family head, the Wu family head's already pale face turned even paler, and his lips trembled.

"My lord, please spare my life, my lord, please spare my life."

No matter how much he shouted, the two guards still dragged him to the torture chamber without any mercy.

Only the head of the Fu family remained kneeling on the ground. He was so frightened that he didn't move. He knew in his heart that it would be his turn when the head of the Wu family came out.

The immense psychological pressure was driving him to the brink of collapse. Upon hearing the shouts of the Wu family head, he completely lost control. A pungent odor emanated from beneath the Fu family head; he had wet himself in fear.

Jun Mochen looked at the head of the Fu family with disdain in his heart. But his face was gentle as he said, "What is the head of the Fu family doing? Why are you so afraid? Those two are only in this state because they don't know what's good for them. If you were sensible, you might not only escape punishment but also be rewarded. Prince Rui is a man who distinguishes between public and private matters. He is never stingy with rewards for those who have made contributions."

Upon hearing Jun Mochen's words, a glimmer of hope ignited in the heart of the Fu family head. He crawled a few steps on his knees, but stopped just in time when he saw Jun Mochen covering his nose.

"Really, if I confess honestly, will Prince Rui really forgive me and my family?"

Jun Mochen remained as gentle and refined as ever: "It's not impossible."

Upon hearing this, the head of the Fu family was overjoyed. He was not a smart man to begin with, and now that he heard Jun Mochen's promise, he thought that as long as he cooperated honestly, he could be saved.

Before the Fu family head could even celebrate, the door to the torture chamber opened again, and like the Wang family head, the Wu family head was carried out covered in blood.

Watching the Wu family head being carried away, the Fu family head was even more terrified. How could someone who had always been pampered possibly endure even a little pain?

Without waiting for someone to call him in, the head of the Wu family stood up and ran towards the torture chamber, shouting as he ran, "Your Highness, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything."

These words were overheard by the waking head of the Wang family. A deep sense of powerlessness permeated his entire body.

He should have been killed long ago. Unfortunately, it was all too late.

Jun Mochen also came to the torture chamber and sat down next to Dongfang Jincheng.

Dongfang Jincheng looked at the head of the Fu family who had come in and was kneeling on the ground, and said, "Speak, tell me everything you know, and I might consider being lenient."

Upon hearing Dongfang Jincheng's promise, the last line of defense of the Wang family head broke down, and he spilled everything he knew, like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.