The concubine is a man, and the illegitimate son of a divine physician has a spatial ability.

Upon hearing Liu Jun's words, Du Lin, whose face was covered in blood and looked utterly disheveled, suddenly raised his head, which had been hanging low for so long. His eyes widened, and his face was filled with disbelief as he stared straight at Liu Jun in front of him.

He shouted in a hoarse and slightly trembling voice, "Lord Liu Jun! You may abuse me as you please, but you must not humiliate me like this! You should know that this 'Relaxing Chair' is a torture device specifically designed for women, how can you inflict it on me?"

Liu Jun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile. He turned to his subordinates standing to the side and waved, ordering, "Go, quickly take the Prince Consort down from the rack and let our esteemed Prince Consort savor the unique 'taste' of this reclining chair."

No sooner had he finished speaking than two burly, shirtless Imperial Guards pounced on him like hungry tigers, quickly untying the ropes binding Du Lin. Each grabbed one of his arms, preparing to forcefully press him down onto the chilling reclining chair.

At that moment, when Du Lin's gaze fell upon the bizarrely shaped, chillingly cold, and blood-stained torture device, an uncontrollable fear surged within him. His face turned deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he cried out repeatedly, "No! Please don't... I beg you, don't do this... I'll talk... I'll tell you!"

Like a demon from the depths of hell, Liu Jun flashed forward and instantly appeared before Du Lin. His bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at Du Lin, and he roared in a low voice, "Hurry up and confess the truth!"

Du Lin closed his eyes in despair, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away at that moment. He slowly opened his mouth and said weakly, "In Yangzhou City, there is a place called Nuanchun Pavilion."

The answer you've been searching for lies there. As for the rest, I really can't reveal any more. This matter has far-reaching implications; once the truth comes out, it will definitely shake the foundations of the nation. Many court officials are deeply involved, and the mastermind behind everything is someone of immense power and influence—something I, a nobody, can't easily mention… I really can't say…”

Liu Jun's lips curled into a cold smile, and he let out a disdainful snort: "Hmph! That's far from enough! You lot, quickly help Lord Du to that reclining chair and let him experience the pleasure. If he still doesn't confess honestly, then he can stay up there and not get off!" With that, he waved his hand, signaling his men to do as he was told.

Two burly men rushed forward like wolves and tigers, and without saying a word, they grabbed Du Lin, who was trembling all over and pale-faced, and dragged him towards the creepy recliner like a chicken.

Du Lin was terrified and struggled desperately, screaming repeatedly, "No! Please let me go! Don't do this to me..."

Liu Jun, you heartless and insane demon! You're practically a cruel and ruthless reincarnation of Yama, the King of Hell! Someone as cold-blooded as you is destined to never be truly loved by anyone in this life. I curse you to a terrible death, and to never be able to possess the one you love for all eternity!

However, no matter how much he cried and begged, Liu Jun remained unmoved, simply watching everything unfold before him with a cold expression.

Immediately, the entire torture chamber was filled with Du Lin's wails. After an unknown amount of time, Liu Jun walked to Du Lin's side again, squatted down, and asked from above, "Confess or not?"

Du Lin screamed, "No, I can't say, I can't say..."

Liu Jun's hands, like iron clamps, pressed down hard on the hideous wound on Du Lin's shoulder. In an instant, scarlet blood gushed out like a burst dam, instantly staining Du Lin's entire shoulder red.

Liu Jun's face twisted in a sinister expression as he demanded, "Will you talk or not?" His tone was as cold as the chilling wind from the deepest hell, sending shivers down one's spine.

However, Du Lin clenched his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain throughout his body, and stubbornly refused to utter a single word.

"Fine, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! Since that's the case, then you'd better stay on this recliner tonight and don't even think about getting a moment's rest! You two, keep a close eye on Lord Du. If anything goes wrong, you'll be held responsible!" Liu Jun roared fiercely.

Before he could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure standing quietly at the doorway out of the corner of his eye. Looking closer, he saw it was Yin Zijing, who had just finished bathing. At that moment, she resembled a budding, pure white lotus, exuding a captivating fragrance. Yet, this ethereal beauty appeared so out of place, so incongruous with the filth and grime of the place.

Yin Zijing's beautiful eyes widened, her face filled with terror as she stared at Liu Jun before her, as if she had never known this man before. The fear and disbelief in her eyes deeply pierced Liu Jun's heart.

Liu Jun's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly stood up and walked quickly toward Yin Zijin, his expression softening instantly, and even his voice became much gentler: "Sixth Miss, what brings you here? This place is so filthy and chaotic; it's really not a place for you."

Liu Jun took a step forward, while Yin Zijing, like a startled deer, hurriedly took a step back. Her small, bound feet, already struggling to maintain her balance, now made her even more precarious. As she retreated again, a cry of surprise rang out, and Yin Zijing stumbled, losing her balance and falling heavily onto the cold, hard ground.

Yin Zijing's beautiful eyes widened, her face filled with terror. Her cherry lips parted slightly as she murmured, "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it was filled with fear.

Upon hearing the weak voice, Liu Jun slowly lowered his head to look at his hands and the bloodstains on his body. The crimson blood seemed to mock him mercilessly, filling him with an unprecedented sense of disgust. He had never hated himself so much, feeling utterly filthy and heinous.

Liu Jun took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions in his heart, and then said in a slightly trembling voice, "Then... then Miss Liu, please go back by yourself, okay?" After saying that, he clenched his fists tightly and looked at Yin Zijing, who was very frightened.

Yin Zijing quickly stood up and hurriedly walked back...