Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

"Pull her out here, yes, that one."

Lin Zhao pointed to a concubine who was dressed in a delicate and frail manner, with a pure and lovely appearance.

"Yes."

The palace servants immediately sprang into action.

That was Fu Liangren, Huang Wuyong's concubine, a notorious "white lotus" and "green tea" woman in the harem.

She also played a significant role in the incident where the original owner was tortured with salt whips.

The reason is that the original owner and Lady Fu entered the palace together. Their relationship was acceptable, but the original owner gained the emperor's favor before Lady Fu, which made her a bit arrogant. She then distanced herself from Lady Fu and paid little attention to Lady Fu's attempts to befriend her.

Later, the original owner couldn't have children, but Fu Liangren became pregnant one after another. Fortune turned around, and Fu Liangren quickly rose above the original owner.

The original owner was jealous of the favored concubines. After Fu Liangren found out, she often spoke ill of her in front of the other concubines. When the original owner was down on her luck and punished, Fu Liangren would often mock her and slap her during those days and nights.

So as soon as Consort Fu was dragged out by the palace servants, Lin Zhao took a pair of scissors, pulled out Consort Fu's tongue, and then cut it off with a "snip".

"Ah! Ugh—"

"Hahahaha!"

"What I love to hear most is the wailing of a dying person. Scream all you want, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out! Hahahaha!"

Lin Zhao recited the villain's classic lines, finding it increasingly satisfying with each recitation.

And she wasn't worried about any reversals, because if one came, she'd kill two!

She is the strongest!

"Hahahaha!"

"Tie her up and whip her with salt!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

The palace servants quickly tied up Fu Liangren, and whips dipped in salt water crackled and lashed at her body again and again.

The tip of the salt whip was inlaid with metal barbs. Once it landed on the skin, it would tear off an entire piece of flesh, leaving a long, bloody gash.

The high concentration of saline solution seeping into the wound felt like burning fire; just thinking about it made one's heart tremble.

"Uh! Ah!"

Fu Liangren's delicate skin couldn't withstand such torture; her clothes were half-reddened before she fainted.

The palace maids, unsure whether to continue the beating, looked at Lin Zhao.

"What are you looking at me for? Wake her up and keep going!" Lin Zhao sat on Huang Wuyong's dragon throne with his legs crossed, watching the show.

"Yes Yes!"

The palace servants immediately went to fetch water.

"It's too much trouble, use this!"

Lin Zhao pointed his toes at the bucket of salt water, and everyone present, except for the unconscious Fu Liangren, gasped in shock.

But the palace servants had no choice but to comply.

With a "whoosh," a bucket of salt water was splashed on him. Fu Liangren fainted from the pain and then woke up from the pain, only to faint again from the pain. This happened several times, and he was already half dead.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Lin Zhao laughed wildly and pointed at two palace servants to continue the above actions to torture Consort Fu.

She then touched her chin and walked up to the other concubines.

"Let's see who's next!"

Lin Zhao paced back and forth, as if inspecting troops, before finally fixing his gaze on a certain person.

"Ah, you're the one!"

She pointed at the heavily pregnant concubine, "An auspicious pregnancy? Very well, let me see how auspicious and capable your pregnancy is, and whether it can escape the cruel tortures of this deep palace."

The pregnant concubine immediately turned pale with fright, knelt down with a thud, and desperately begged for mercy while clutching Lin Zhao's clothes.

"No! No! Lin, please promise me, don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! I'm pregnant!"

Lin Zhao was as cold and ruthless as a demon from hell. With a wave of his hand, the corner of his clothes was torn apart.

She said coldly, "When I asked you for favors before, you never seemed to care about anything."

This concubine is Consort Rong of Huang Wuyong. She rose to the rank of a palace maid step by step. When she was a palace maid, she was tormented by a favored concubine, and the original owner of this body even said a few good words for her, which was unprecedented.

Later, Consort Rong seduced Huang Wuyong and successfully rose to power. She completely forgot the kindness of the original owner and often humiliated her along with the other favored concubines.

The original owner became jealous and resentful of her, and tried to trip her up. Unexpectedly, she dared to slap the original owner in front of Huang Wuyong because she was pregnant, and Huang Wuyong didn't say a word to her.

"You're here now saying you're pregnant and asking me not to touch you, but you didn't hold back at all when you harmed other pregnant concubines in the past," Lin Zhao added.

This is the funniest part. Consort Rong, being pregnant, acts lawlessly because of her belly, yet she has all sorts of tricks to bully other pregnant concubines.

There were quite a few children in the harem who were killed by Consort Rong.

"Stop talking nonsense. Choose between the tiger bench and the cannibal chair." Lin Zhao even thought it was quite humane.

Upon hearing Lin Zhao's words, Consort Rong trembled.

"No...no...please me...please me!"

"Tsk." Lin Zhao shook his head regretfully. "Since you won't choose, then let's do it both at once. Put the cannibal chair on the tiger bench and carry out the execution!"

At Lin Zhao's command, the palace servants placed the cannibal chair, covered in sharp spikes and still red-hot, in the position where people were tortured on the tiger bench, and then lifted Consort Rong and placed her on it.

"Ahhh!"

"Whoo-"

The stench of burnt meat wafted out again, and Consort Rong felt a piercing pain in her lower body. Her abdomen contracted, and dark red blood flowed down the cannibal chair.

Lin Zhao felt no psychological burden whatsoever.

The brain-dead genes that Huang Wuyong planted should have been eradicated long ago.

"Add more bricks," Lin Zhao ordered, pointing to several thick bricks.

The palace servants immediately began stuffing thick bricks under Consort Rong's feet.

"Ugh... Ouch! It hurts! My leg!"

Consort Rong's screams grew increasingly agonizing. With a cracking sound, both of her legs and kneecaps broke, the bones protruding from her flesh.

"Uhhhhh!"

Consort Rong's leg was broken, and her belly was still so big, looking like a strange ball, which reminded Lin Zhao of another form of punishment.

She immediately ordered more large buckets to be prepared, saying, "One for each of these people, don't show favoritism."

"Waaaaah... My beloved concubine... My... my child..."

Just as Lin Zhao was giving instructions, Huang Wuyong, who had fainted from pain and fear, woke up and started crying.

Lin Zhao found it amusing, walked over to him, and stepped on his face.

"Really, I almost forgot about you."

"But it's not too late. We can add you, and the whole family can be reunited."

As she spoke, she ordered her men to lift Huang Wuyong, who had collapsed to the ground, up.

Let's clean it all at once.

"Are there any others I've missed?" Lin Zhao recalled in his mind the concubines and palace servants who had bullied the original owner of the body.

At that moment, a charming yet calm and fearless female voice came from outside the Hall of Diligent Governance.

"Sister, it's been a long time! You've made such a grand entrance, you're truly something else."

Lin Zhao frowned in annoyance.