Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Chen Shi, the lord of Licheng, was the only son in three generations. He had ruled Licheng for over thirty years and enjoyed considerable prestige within the city. However, in broad daylight, his only son was murdered by a few lowly commoners.

Upon learning this news, Chen Shi was devastated. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared furiously, "I will make you pay for this in blood! Whether you are dead or alive, seize them all! I will personally kill them to avenge my son! Attack!"

His guards swarmed forward, and in the chaos, Chao Shiwanxia and her group charged like a surging tide. Without hesitation, Li Changyu drew his longsword and stepped forward to block their advance. His movements were agile and his swordsmanship sharp as he maneuvered against the enemy, buying time for the others.

Shi Wanxia held Qinghuan tightly, evading the guards' pursuit. Her eyes were filled with fear and worry, but she remained steadfast in protecting Qinghuan in her arms. They weaved through the crowd, trying their best to avoid the soldiers' pursuit.

Shi Wanxia's heart pounded, and her breathing became rapid. She felt her strength gradually waning, but she dared not slacken her efforts. Holding Qinghuan in her arms, she ran desperately, hoping to find a safe place.

Finally, they escaped the soldiers' pursuit. Shi Wanxia stopped, panting heavily. Her face was covered in sweat, but a hint of relief shone in her eyes. She looked down at Qinghuan in her arms, gently stroking her hair to comfort her.

Before she could even catch her breath, a group of soldiers held knives to her neck. Shi Wanxia's heart leaped into her throat, and fear surged through her like a tidal wave. She begged for mercy repeatedly, her voice trembling as she said, "We didn't kill him, we really didn't!" However, the soldiers ignored her explanations, their cold eyes revealing a resolute determination.

They forcefully pinned Shi Wanxia and her companion down, dragging them mercilessly towards the scene of the crime. Shi Wanxia tried to break free, her feet scraping against the ground, but the soldiers were too strong, and she was powerless to resist.

The surrounding crowd cast strange glances, pointing and whispering. Shi Wanxia felt incredibly ashamed and desperate. She didn't know how to prove her innocence, nor what awaited them.

During the escort, Shi Wanxia's mind was in complete chaos. She tried desperately to recall the events of the crime, attempting to find any clues that could prove their innocence. But everything had happened too suddenly, and her thoughts were tangled like a knot, impossible to unravel.

Finally, they were taken to the scene of the crime. Shi Wanxia saw a corpse lying on the ground, blood staining the ground, and her heart ached. She knew that their situation was extremely dangerous, and if they couldn't find evidence to prove their innocence as soon as possible, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Chen Shi's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. He sneered and mocked, "Do you think you can get away? You killed my son and you still dare to think you can escape punishment!" His voice was full of anger and authority, which made people shudder.

Shi Wanxia was frantic. She looked around and realized she was in dire straits. Brother Li was nowhere to be found, and they were surrounded by the city lord's men with nowhere to escape.

"Lord City Lord, this is truly a misunderstanding!" Shi Wanxia tried to explain, but the City Lord wouldn't listen. His face was grim, and his eyes flashed with anger.

"Misunderstanding? I witnessed my son being murdered by you lowly commoners, and you call that a misunderstanding?" the city lord roared. "I must kill you all today to give my son an explanation!"

Shi Wanxia felt a wave of despair. She knew she could never persuade the city lord. She was filled with regret; why had she gotten involved in this undeserved disaster? She should have stayed out of the fun. She tried to explain, but her mouth was bound and gagged with rags.

At his command, all those people were taken back to the prison. Chen Shi personally followed behind, his steps firm and powerful, showing his determination.

He immediately summoned the city guards and ordered a city-wide manhunt for the murderers. "Seal off the city gates and thoroughly investigate those who escaped earlier; they must be their accomplices. Post notices that I will personally execute them at the east gate tomorrow."

The prison was dark and damp, filled with a putrid stench. Shi Wanxia and the others were roughly untied by the guards and replaced with heavy chains. The rag was removed from her mouth, and she immediately began to shout her innocence: "Brother guards, we really didn't kill the young master! We're weak and helpless, how could we possibly do such a thing!"

Shi Wanxia's voice was filled with despair and fear; her eyes were red and swollen, and tears streamed down her face. She clung tightly to the fence, as if it were her only lifeline. Her companions echoed her sentiments, trying to prove their innocence.

However, the guards remained unmoved. They looked at Shi Wanxia and the others coldly, as if they were ants. One of the guards even sneered, saying, "You lowly commoners, still dare to argue? The young master's body is right beside you, and you still want to deny it?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Wanxia and the others felt utterly hopeless. They knew they were in dire straits. No matter how they tried to explain, they couldn't change the guards' minds. They could only silently pray that someone would believe their innocence and uphold justice for them.

The cold, damp cell was filthy and filled with a nauseating stench. Cockroaches and rats scurried about the corners, making eerie noises. Qinglan and the others huddled in the corner, trembling uncontrollably, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

Suddenly, the cell door was flung open, and a group of menacing jailers dragged in a prisoner covered in blood. The prisoner was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely, clearly having suffered severe torture. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost consciousness. Qinglan and the others, seeing this, turned pale with fright and averted their heads, unable to bear the sight.

The guards threw the prisoners to the ground and walked away. A deathly silence fell over the cell, broken only by the prisoners' faint breathing and the crawling of cockroaches and rats. Qinglan and the others prayed silently, hoping to leave this horrible place as soon as possible.

Chen Shi walked into the cell and looked at the prisoners. A cruel smile appeared on his face. "You murderers, I'll make you wish you were dead!" he said through gritted teeth.

He began interrogating these people personally, using all sorts of cruel methods to force them to confess their crimes. His voice echoed in the cells, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Chen Shi was furious and decided to take even more extreme measures. He ordered these people to be severely tortured, hoping to get the answers he wanted from them.

In the dark, damp prison corridor, several women were roughly dragged along by the guards following behind them. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their faces were filled with fear and despair.

The jailers dragged them into the torture chamber without mercy, then hung them on racks and bound them tightly with ropes. Li Qinglan and the others had never encountered anything so horrific; they were terrified, tears streaming down their faces, and kept begging the jailers to let them go.

The torture chamber reeked of blood, and the walls were covered with various instruments of torture, sending chills down one's spine. The cries and pleas of Li Qinglan and the others echoed in the cramped space, but the guards remained unmoved, their faces showing only indifference and ruthlessness.

At that moment, the door to the interrogation room suddenly opened, and a man dressed in a black robe walked in. A sinister smile played on his lips as he looked at the women hanging from the racks, his eyes gleaming with cruelty.

"You vile women, how dare you kill my son!" the man said viciously. "Today, I will show you what suffering is!"

After saying that, he picked up a whip and lashed Li Qinglan and the others' bodies mercilessly. Their screams echoed throughout the interrogation room, but the man showed no mercy and instead whipped them even harder.

In this horrific place, Li Qinglan and the others suffered endless torment and pain, but they never gave up hope. They believed that as long as they persevered, they would surely be able to escape this hellish place.