A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

Inside the prince's mansion, a biting wind howled and swept through, like an extremely sharp blade, mercilessly cutting into people's skin.

The atmosphere throughout the mansion was so heavy that it felt as if a heavy, leaden cloud was pressing down on one's head, so oppressive that it made it difficult to breathe, as if even the air itself had solidified.

Pei Nanxing's face was cold and stern, as if it had been carved from a thousand-year-old ice, exuding a chilling aura.

He was clad in heavy, sturdy iron armor. In the dim light, the surface of the armor gleamed with a cold light, like stars in the night sky, adding to his imposing and inviolable aura.

He personally led a team of elite soldiers back at lightning speed, holding tightly the two spies who had been detained in Pei Yunjing's camp for many days.

At this moment, amidst the rough pushing and shoving and stern shouts of numerous soldiers, they staggered and stumbled, falling and getting up repeatedly along the way.

In the end, he was mercilessly thrown into the darkest and deepest part of the mansion—the dungeon.

This dungeon is located deep underground, never seeing the light of day, and is dark and damp;

It was filled with the stench of decay and death, making it a forbidden area within the palace, a place that terrified and chilled everyone who heard of it.

Those who enter this place rarely return; their chances of survival are slim.

However, Pei Nanxing showed no fear whatsoever at this place.

He stood grimly at the dungeon entrance, his face ashen, his gaze icy as a sword, issuing a series of strict orders to the guards:

"Anyone who dares to make a move or attempt to escape will be killed without exception!"

His voice was icy cold, carrying an unquestionable resolve and decisiveness.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Nanxing, with a gloomy expression, stepped into the dungeon with steady and powerful steps.

The dungeon was filled with a damp, decaying smell, and the torches on the walls flickered, casting swaying shadows.

He walked to the center and slowly sat down, the high judge's chair seemingly tailor-made for him.

He crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head slightly, and looked like a Yama, the King of Hell, descending from the heavens, his majesty unassailable.

At this moment, the two spies were already pale with fright, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They were dressed in tattered clothes, their hands and feet were tightly chained with heavy iron chains, and they could only kneel with difficulty on the cold, icy stone ground.

Pei Nanxing showed no mercy and roared, "Speak! Who exactly is instigating you?"

The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding throughout the entire dungeon and causing a painful ache in everyone's eardrums.

Before the scouts could answer, Pei Nanxing suddenly waved his hand, and the guards beside him immediately understood and raised their leather whips to lash one of the scouts.

With a sharp "crack," the whip drew a sharp arc in the air, whistling through the wind, and landed heavily on the scout's back.

Instantly, the scout's clothes tore open, revealing a deep bloodstain from which blood gushed.

However, this is just the beginning.

The whip fell again and again, making a series of crisp, loud cracking sounds.

"Clap clap clap"

Each strike was delivered with all one's might, as if trying to shatter the scout's bones as well.

The air was instantly filled with a strong stench of blood, and the terrifying sound echoed back and forth in the dark and narrow cell, lingering for a long time.

Pei Nanxing coldly observed everything, his eyes sharp as a hawk, not missing a single subtle expression or movement from the scout.

Even the slightest twitch of the spy could ignite his fury even more intensely.

His voice was like the howl of a wolf in the north wind, cold and resolute, filled with unquestionable authority:

"Speak! Who sent you? Why did you infiltrate Pei Yunjing's camp, impersonating medical officers? What is your purpose? Don't you know how serious this crime is?"

The two spies, facing Pei Nanxing sitting in a chair not far away, began to tremble violently.

Pei Nanxing exuded a powerful aura that chilled people to the bone, like a towering mountain pressing down on them, or an endless dark abyss enveloping them completely.

The eyes of the two spies revealed deep fear and despair.

That fear did not come from a physical threat, but rather from the awe and dread of the person before him deep in his soul.

They knew all too well that they were now in Pei Nanxing's hands, like birds in a cage or fish in a net, and that escape was simply a pipe dream.

Under Pei Nanxing's sharp gaze, the spies felt a chill run down their spines and straight to their heads.

Their teeth chattered uncontrollably, and their lips turned deathly pale, as white as paper, from extreme terror.

At this moment, they are experiencing a fierce internal struggle, like a turbulent sea, with wave after wave crashing against the shore.

However, despite her deep resentment, she was under the intense gaze of Pei Nanxing, which was as sharp and cold as a knife.

Their psychological defenses, however, are as fragile as thin ice, cracking little by little and gradually widening.

The atmosphere inside the dungeon was extremely tense, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to unleash a deadly arrow at the slightest touch.

Pei Nanxing's gaze was like two indestructible swords, ruthlessly piercing the depths of the two spies' hearts, exposing them nakedly to fear and oppression, leaving them nowhere to hide.

Even every tiny molecule in the surrounding air seemed to freeze, so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

One of the tall spies, under Pei Nanxing's sharp and cold gaze, finally succumbed to the fear and pressure in his heart.

His whole body jolted violently, and the chattering of his teeth became even more intense at that moment.

A flicker of despair crossed his eyes, as if a drowning person were grasping at the last straw, and he blurted out in a hoarse, trembling voice:

"It's the Third Prince! The Third Prince sent us!"

These words were like a bombshell, exploding instantly in the already tense dungeon, making the atmosphere even heavier.

!!!

The third prince?

Pei Nanxing frowned, his heart churning with turmoil...

Pei Ancheng, who had always kept a low profile and seemed indifferent to worldly affairs, actually dared to secretly target Pei Yunjing.

This news was undoubtedly a huge shock, and he had to re-examine the situation inside and outside the mansion, as well as the true purpose behind the Third Prince.

"Third Prince?"

Pei Nanxing's voice was deep and powerful, and his gaze, sharp as a blade, was fixed on the face of the tall scout, trying to find a trace of a lie.

"Why are you working for him? What benefits has he promised you?"

If he hadn't been afraid of worrying Fu Mingyue, he wouldn't have acted so quickly...