Second Prince's Residence.
After the battle in the rain, Na Yan returned to his room to change his clothes.
His murderous aura had yet to dissipate.
The maidservant accidentally made a mistake when she was wrapping his belt. He twisted her wrist and threw her to the ground.
"Your Highness, please spare my life."
"Useless!"
"I … I didn't mean it."
"Get lost!"
The maidservant softly sobbed and retreated while trembling.
Na Yan put on his clothes and went to check on Song Zhi.
Song Zhi was still unconscious.
But after the Imperial Physician checked his pulse, he was happy and quickly reported, "Your Highness, Master Song's pulse is gradually stabilizing. It seems that he will wake up soon."
He was on the brink of death just now!
What was going on?
Na Yan was not in the mood to pursue this matter. He was relieved and ordered, "Keep an eye on him. Once he wakes up, immediately send someone to inform me."
"Yes!"
Na Yan turned around and left the room.
The three Imperial Physicians scratched their heads.
They looked at Song Zhi whose complexion was gradually improving.
"Why did his pulse suddenly become so stable?"
"Yes, this is too strange."
"I have never encountered such a thing."
Imperial Physician Jiang couldn't figure it out. He touched his white beard and said, "Perhaps, this person is not destined to die! He saved the Second Prince. When he wakes up, riches and glory will be waiting for him. "
Song Zhi was really a lucky bastard!
He blocked a sword for the Second Prince, but in exchange, he had a bright future.
Did he not know how lucky he was?
Or was it bad luck?
…
The rain was pouring and thunder was rolling.
The night was pressing and depressing.
Na Yan went to the secret room where Lian Que was locked up.
Before he came in, he heard the sound of a whip hitting flesh.
It echoed in the secret room, making it sound strange and eerie.
At this time, Lian Que's shirt was taken off and he was tied to a pillar. His muscular chest was covered in blood.
The Imperial Guard in charge of the interrogation was waving a long whip in his hand and lashing him.
He asked, "Are you saying? Or not? "
Lian Que's body was shaking, his head drooped. Blood kept flowing from his mouth and dripping on the ground.
He was like a dead body!
Even though he was being tortured, he didn't say a word.
He was like a mute.
When Na Yan entered, he saw the horrifying scene in front of him, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of sympathy. Instead, the ruthlessness in his eyes deepened.
The guard stopped and walked to his side to report, "Your Highness, he refused to speak. If we continue to beat him like this, I'm afraid he will …" Die!
Na Yan narrowed his eyes and walked in front of Lian Que. Taking advantage of the situation, he pinched Lian Que's chin and lifted it up, forcing Lian Que to meet his fierce gaze!
A strong smell of blood also rushed into his nose.
Lian Que was seriously injured. His messy and wet hair fell down, covering half of his face and his bloodshot eyes.
He looked at Na Yan in front of him.
He sneered coldly.
It sounded like it came from the depths of an icy valley.
Involuntarily, Na Yan increased the strength of his fingers and questioned, "Who sent you here?"
Lian Que's mouth was covered in blood, but he was still smiling.
This infuriated Na Yan. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "You don't want to say it, right? Fine, let's see how long you can last."
He swung his hand away from Lian Que's chin.
Then, he sat on a wooden armchair in the secret chamber and ordered, "Beat him, beat him hard."
The guard received the order and whipped him again and again.
Lian Que gritted his teeth, not letting out any sound of pain.
Na Yan sat there, his face darkening.
He was like a pervert!
He quietly admired the scene.
He knew very well that if he couldn't get anything out of this assassin tonight, when the news of the assassination in the Prince's Mansion reached King Huyi, he might end up in the same situation as Na Tuo. So, no matter what, he must find the person who secretly wanted to kill him.
The sound of the whip echoed in the secret chamber.
Lian Que's flesh was torn open.
He was covered in blood.
Finally, he fainted.
The guard said, "Your Highness, he fainted!"
Na Yan said coldly, "Splash him with water to wake him up."
"Yes."
Then, a bucket of ice-cold water was poured on Lian Que from above.
Cold!
Bone-piercing cold!
Lian Que's body suddenly froze, and he woke up. His vision was blurry, his mind was blank, and the blood in his body seemed to have frozen.
The burning pain in his chest from being whipped by the whip had also completely disappeared.
He felt as if his bones were being scraped by a knife.
That kind of pain was far more painful than physical torture.
Na Yan saw that he had woken up and said fiercely, "Continue beating him!"
The guard received the order and lashed out with the whip, but the force was much lighter.
He actually couldn't do it anymore.
His palms were trembling.
"Useless!" Na Yan stood up, snatched the blood-stained whip, and swung it at Lian Que's face.
"Smack!"
This whip was heavier than any other whip he had ever lashed out with.
A deep gash appeared on Lian Que's face, and blood flowed out, dripping onto the ground.
He fainted again.
The guard hurriedly fetched a bucket of ice water and poured it on him.
But this time, there was no sign of him waking up.
The guard reached out to check his breath, and it was very weak.
He's not dead yet!
"Your Highness, he's not dead yet."
There was no mercy in Na Yan's eyes. "Bring me an iron brazier."
The guard brought over a stove and an iron brazier.
A few pieces of iron brazier were burned red in the fire.
Na Yan picked one up, and without hesitation, burned it on Lian Que's chest.
"Ugh!"
Lian Que raised his head, and let out a weak cry of pain. But he immediately gritted his teeth, and stubbornly held on.
His face and neck were all red.
His veins were bulging!
The surrounding was filled with the smell of roasted meat, mixed with the smell of blood. It was pungent and unpleasant.
Na Yan removed the iron brazier from Lian Que's chest with satisfaction.
"If you still don't speak, this thing won't just be branded on your chest."
Lian Que's chest was branded with a bloody mark.
He sweated profusely. After a long time, he opened his bloody eyes and looked at the person in front of him, saying, "… Kill me!"
Rather than being tortured in every possible way, it was better to just die.
But —
Na Yan laughed sinisterly. "Kill you? No, this prince wants to keep you alive! Every day you don't speak, this prince will make you wish you were dead. "
"… …"
"If you tell me, I might even let you go."
Lian Que wasn't stupid. Naturally, he wouldn't believe Na Yan's words. His head drooped down weakly, and he repeated over and over again. "Kill me … Kill me!" Na Yan's eyes were filled with anger. "Listen, no one can save you. The only one who can save you now is yourself! If you're willing to speak, you'll have a chance to live. Moreover … "He leaned close to Lian Que's ear." Until now, no one has barged into the palace to save you. It's obvious that you're just a pawn.
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