Shocking! In this matriarchal society, every man wants to marry me!

"Zha" punishment involves inserting a fingertip into the finger and then tightening it forcefully.

The finger-crushing torture is an extremely painful form of punishment inflicted on male prisoners, because the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and each finger being pulled brings unbearable pain.

The laws of Zhaohua Kingdom stipulate that if the two sides in a stalemate cannot reach an agreement, and one side is willing to try this punishment and can persist in not changing their story, then the other side will be convicted unless there is conclusive evidence to overturn the case.

The onlookers were quite disappointed, and even those who had initially believed in Zhongtian's innocence began to have doubts.

Zhou Qiao's husband grasped Zhou Xiaodi's arm and advised him with some concern, "Little brother, let it go, don't do it, it hurts too much! You can't take it."

Zhou Xiaodi glanced at Zhong Tian and shook his head: "I want to clear my name. I didn't lie."

Zhou Qiao clapped her hands and laughed, "That's great!"

She didn't care about her younger brother at all.

Zhongtian looked at Zhou Xiaodi with a growing sense of doubt. Zhongtian firmly believed that she had nothing to do with the rape case, but Zhou Xiaodi seemed convinced that she was the one who did it. Why was that?

Soon after, heart-wrenching screams rang out from inside the yamen. Little Brother Zhou stared intently at Zhong Tian, ​​his eyes filled with obvious hatred.

His hair was covered in sweat from the pain, his lips were white from the pain, and he was trembling all over because the pain was too much for him to control.

He bit his lip so hard that blood flowed freely.

The onlookers felt a pang of pity, and their eyes already held a sense of condemnation as they looked at Zhong Tian.

Time passed second by second, and Zhou Xiaodi collapsed to the ground in pain, unconscious, but he did not change his mind until the very last moment.

"Zhongtian, what excuse do you have?"

Lord Zhao looked at him, his tone authoritative!

Zhongtian actually had a lot to say, but after Zhou Xiaodi's behavior of not changing her tune even after being punished, any words she uttered would be seen as sophistry by others.

"Guards, take Zhongtian to the prison."

"My lord, I have something else to report." Xia Lan, who had been sitting quietly to the side, finally stopped watching. Although she had enjoyed watching the spectacle, she wanted to be the final straw that broke Zhong Tian's back. "This matter is more serious, and its impact is far worse."

Xia Lan looked at Zhong Tian with a malicious gaze, her malice about to burst forth.

After His Majesty brought Yue Wentao into the palace, Xia Lan, though unwilling, got married. She married the eldest son of the Imperial Censor. The man was old, ugly, and fat, and his three children were already quite grown up. He was full of malice towards his stepmother and teased her all day long.

She could tolerate that, but what she couldn't tolerate was that her husband's family was powerful and controlled her like a quail. Not only could she not go out to seek pleasure, but she also had to report her whereabouts when she went out.

She couldn't hate His Majesty, so she could only transfer all her hatred onto Zhongtian.

Lord Zhao took this accusation very seriously and sat up straight: "Madam Xia, speak quickly."

"Nakata secretly made cotton dolls out of the prince's portrait and sold them everywhere for profit!"

He was furious, and his tone rose considerably: "The appearance of a prince is a matter of royal honor. How can we allow a mere merchant like Zhongtian to humiliate him at will? I beg Lord Zhao to severely punish Zhongtian. Failure to punish him will not appease public anger, nor will it quell the royal fury."

Xia Lan thought this matter would add fuel to the fire and further escalate Zhong Tian's crimes, but to her surprise, Lord Zhao calmly said, "Okay, I understand."

"Guards, take Zhong Tian to the dungeon!"

Watching Zhongtian being taken away, Xia Lan felt no joy, only the powerlessness of punching cotton.

……

Nakata was imprisoned. As a law-abiding citizen in modern times, Nakata never expected to have his first prison experience in ancient times.

She was not a serious offender and was not handcuffed. She was held in a separate cell, next to a cell where fierce-looking criminals were being held.

Zhongtian sat on the only bed in the prison, closing her eyes to rest. She needed to conserve her energy and wait patiently for someone to visit her once she entered the prison.

Soon, footsteps slowly approached.

Zhong Tian opened his eyes and was surprised to see Xia Lan in front of him. She lowered her eyes to hide the disappointment in them.

What are you doing here?

"Of course, we should beat a dog when it's down!"

As the jailer opened the door to the room, Zhongtian respectfully said to Xia Lan, "Madam Xia, you only have half an incense stick's time."

"it is good!"

The prison guards left respectfully.

Xia Lan walked step by step to Zhong Tian's side.

Nakata took a step back warily: "You..."

Xia Lan pulled out a whip: "I've already bribed the jailers. No matter how loudly you shout, they won't come out."

This sounds quite familiar.

The Xia family members are also quite skilled at wielding whips, but Xia Muning's whip is sharp and full of powerful beauty, while Xia Lanwu's whip is comical, like a monkey performing for money.

Xia Lan was about to lash out at Zhong Tian with her whip, but Zhong Tian grabbed the end of the whip and with a thud, Xia Lan fell to the ground.

The prison was not a clean place. Xia Lan, lying on the ground, was covered in filth, which ruined her fine and expensive clothes.

Zhongtian used a whip to bind Xia Lan's limbs, while his eyes searched around for a suitable weapon.

The horizontal beams in the prison cell were quite conspicuous. Zhongtian grasped them with both hands and, with a little force, removed the beams.

The prisoners watching nearby let out very small gasps.

Xia Lan asked in terror, "What do you want to do?"

"Of course, we should beat a dog when it's down!"

The wooden plank struck the person with a dull thud, and Xia Lan let out a deafening scream.

"Go ahead and call, no one will come in within half an hour."

The words Xia Lan originally said to Zhong Tian were returned to Xia Lan verbatim by Zhong Tian.

Xia Lan was even more grief-stricken and indignant, and she howled even louder!

Zhongtian rubbed his ears and said slowly, "Lord Xia, aren't you coming out? Your precious son is about to be beaten to death by me."

Only a cold snort escaped the air, and then an old man walked out from behind the door.

She was over 60 years old, and her body was hunched over, but she was still very energetic. Her eyes always gleamed with shrewdness, much shrewder than her daughter who had been knocked to the ground.

Xia Lan looked up and saw her mother, letting out a wail: "Mother, save me!"

"Stop yelling, aren't you ashamed!" Xia Lan immediately shut her mouth.

The old man turned his gaze to Zhong Tian, ​​looking him up and down: "Zhong Tian, ​​how did you guess it was me?"

"Because your daughter is so stupid!"

Xia Lan lay on the ground like a stranded fish, thrashing about, and said angrily, "You're the idiot, you're the idiot."

Xia Qingshan rubbed her head, feeling a bit of a headache: "I have indeed spoiled my child a bit too much, making her somewhat naive."

The two wanted to exchange a few more words when suddenly a jailer rushed in. He was quite surprised to see the scene before him, but after a moment of stunned silence, he immediately shouted.

"Lord Zhao is questioning Zhong Tian, ​​and her husband is causing a scene in the courtroom!"