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

As Liu Jun watched Yin Zijing's frail figure sway and stagger towards the door, his heart tightened. He turned around abruptly, his gaze piercing as he stared intently at his men behind him.

At this moment, Liu Jun's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Boss Liu, you go over there right now and see which blind fool let Miss Yin Liu in. They didn't even try to stop her! Give each of them thirty lashes."

Liu Laoda trembled at Liu Jun's sharp gaze and quickly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, replying, "Yes, sir! I will go and investigate immediately." With that, he hurriedly took his orders and left.

Meanwhile, Du Lin, who had been sitting in a reclining chair, was now in a sorry state, covered in blood. Especially his lower body, where blood was flowing continuously down his thick thighs, pooling on the ground in a shocking puddle.

Despite his severe injuries, Du Lin endured the excruciating pain, sometimes roaring in agony, sometimes bursting into unrestrained, wild laughter, muttering incessantly, "Hahahaha, Liu Jun, I curse you! I curse you that even if you spend the rest of your life, you will never get the one you yearn for! Not only that, but sooner or later, you will die a tragic death at the hands of the woman you deeply love..."

Liu Jun's face was ashen, as if shrouded in dark clouds. His sharp, hawk-like gaze was fixed on Du Lin, so cold it seemed to freeze the surrounding air. He spoke slowly, his voice chillingly icy: "Hmph, what do you think of this punishment? Let me tell you, this is a cruel torture we prepared specifically for those shameless adulteresses. However, it's equally suitable for a shameless adulterer like you!"

At this point, Liu Jun's lips curled into a chilling smirk. Then, he raised his hand, looked at the strangely shaped, sinister chair, and continued, "That reclining chair is a fine piece of furniture! Tonight, you'd better sit on it and 'enjoy' it properly! Consider it an atonement for Her Highness the Princess."

Finally, Liu Jun suddenly turned around and shouted at his men, "Listen up, all of you! From now on, keep a close eye on him. If he still refuses to confess his crimes, then let him stay in this recliner until he confesses!"

His subordinate immediately clasped his hands and said, "Yes, Your subordinate obeys." Afterwards, Liu Jun washed his hands in clean water, changed his clothes, and then left the torture chamber.

Not far behind Liu Jun, Du Lin's expression was extremely complex, making it difficult to discern whether he was in unbearable pain or experiencing exhilarating pleasure. His brows were furrowed, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he were enduring some intense emotional shock.

Meanwhile, Yin Zijing walked unsteadily, as if he had lost his soul, his mind a complete blank. He wandered aimlessly, unaware of his surroundings, until he found himself at the door of his former room.

At this moment, the Imperial Guards moving back and forth in the corridor noticed Yin Zijing. They were all somewhat surprised to see that he looked dazed and his steps were unsteady. However, due to the distinction between men and women and the strict rules of etiquette, despite their concern, none of them dared to go forward to inquire about or show concern for Yin Zijing's condition.

Upon entering the room, Yin Zijing seemed to have lost all his strength, walking straight to the simple bed. Then, he slowly sat down, curling his body into a ball, as if trying to wrap himself up tightly. At this moment, he was still immersed in the bloody scene he had just witnessed, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Yin Zijing's face was as pale as paper, her lips trembled slightly, and she murmured to herself, "Before, I only knew about the horror of this imperial prison from the tour guide's introduction. After seeing it with my own eyes today, I truly understand just how terrifying it is!"

Those incredibly cruel punishments, which I had once only seen through glass in museums—written descriptions and cold objects—were now vividly displayed before me, within reach.

Blood stained the ground, and the air was thick with a pungent, nauseating stench of blood. The pitiful cries and pleas for mercy from the tortured were incessant, each sound like a sharp blade piercing the heart.

Yin Zijing trembled violently, his legs went weak and he could barely stand. The intense shock of the bloody cruelty swept over him like a tidal wave, making his stomach churn and almost causing him to vomit.

Before she knew it, Yin Zijing was extremely exhausted. In a daze, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.

Liu Jun stood at the door, hesitating for a long time, but he didn't dare to go in. He knew that Yin Zijing was afraid of him, and he didn't dare to go in and provoke her...

Seeing Fan Wei arrive, Liu Jun quickly made a shushing gesture, pulled Fan Wei aside, and asked in a low voice, "Where is he?"

Fan Wei hurriedly said, "My wife is unwilling to come to the Imperial Prison. I have been trying to persuade her for a long time, but she still won't agree. I had no choice but to buy a maid from a slave trader."

But when that girl saw that they were coming to the Imperial Prison, she refused to come in no matter what. She had just run into the big stone lion at the entrance of the Imperial Prison. She was barely alive, but she still refused to go into the Imperial Prison and couldn't be pulled away.

At the gates of the imperial prison, the subordinates dared not act rashly, fearing they would be caught red-handed, given the prison's already notorious reputation.

Liu Jun nodded wearily and said, "Go, give the girl the indenture and set her free. Tomorrow I will see His Highness the Crown Prince and ask him for help..." Afterward, Liu Jun stood guard at the door of Yin Zijin's residence.

It was late at night, and all was quiet, the entire capital shrouded in tranquility. However, in the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace, one man tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. This man was none other than the current Crown Prince—Sheng Yixuan. Lying in bed, his mind seemed entangled in countless thoughts, unable to find peace.

Finally, Sheng Yixuan could no longer endure the torment. He sat up abruptly from the bed, steadied himself, quickly dressed, and hastily gathered some necessary items. Then, he called out softly, "Boss Ye, come quickly! Come with me to the Imperial Prison."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dark figure appeared in the room like a ghost.

Night Boss asked with some doubt, "Is it appropriate for us to go secretly? The Emperor won't...?"