"Pah!" Lian Que swallowed a mouthful of saliva at his face. With a cold smile, he weakly said, "I said, you can ….. kill me, but don't ….. don't think about getting ….. anything you want from my mouth."
Na Yan wiped away the saliva on his face. His heart was filled with anger and his eyes turned red.
"You refuse a toast and drink a forfeit!"
After saying that, he took two steps back, raised the whip in his hand, and repeatedly whipped Lian Que's chest, which was now red from being burned.
Although the guards were ruthless, they couldn't take it anymore!
This was the first time they had seen their highness torture someone like this.
They couldn't help but admire this method!
That night, Lian Que was tortured until he didn't look like a human or a ghost.
After fainting many times, he was woken up by cold water splashed on him or by the heat of the furnace. His body was covered in countless wounds.
But he still had his last breath.
The sky was already brightening.
Na Yan was also tired. He grabbed Lian Que's hair and forcefully pulled him back.
"This king will give you one more day. If you don't speak, this king will hang your corpse at the city gates tonight, letting everyone see the consequences of offending this king."
Lian Que was like a corpse without any strength to fight back. His eyes were closed and his breathing was weak.
He couldn't say a single word!
Suddenly, someone came in from outside the secret room and reported, "Your highness, Young Master Song is awake."
Awake?
Hearing this, Na Yan let go of Lian Que and ordered the guards at the side, "Watch him well. If anything happens, this king will take your heads."
"Yes!"
Na Yan patted his sleeves and quickly left the secret room.
… …
Although Song Zhi had woken up, he had lost too much blood and couldn't recover in a short period of time.
His complexion was much better!
He was powerlessly lying on the bed as the imperial doctor took his pulse.
"This is a miracle!" The imperial doctor said in surprise.
Song Zhi opened his eyes to look at the curtain above his head. Then he turned to look at the people in the room.
Where was this place?
How come he had no impression of it at all?
His room was clearly very old and there were cobwebs on the tiles above his head, but this place ….. was clearly the residence of an upper class person.
Could it be that he had entered heaven?
He opened his dry lips, and after a while, he made a sound and asked weakly, "What … is this place?"
The imperial physicians were still immersed in the shock of his' resurrection '. Moreover, his voice was too weak, so they did not hear him at all.
Na Yan rushed over and saw him lying on the bed, a pair of lifeless eyes rolling around.
The imperial physician hurriedly said, "Your Highness, Master Song is out of danger."
"That means he's fine?"
"Now, as long as I rest well, I will recover on my own."
What good news!
Na Yan quickly walked to the bedside and sat down. He held Song Zhi's cold hands and let out a long sigh of relief. "You're finally awake. This Prince has been worried about you for a long time."
What?
Song Zhi frowned slightly.
Looking at the Second Prince in front of him, he was surprised, "Your Highness? Where am I? "
"You are in this prince's residence."
"Ah?" He was full of doubts and opened his mouth. "I … What happened to me?"
Na Yan was startled. "You don't remember?"
"… I think …" His voice trailed off.
What should he remember?
Why did he come here for no reason?
Na Yan reminded him, "That night at the Lantern Festival, you blocked a sword for me. If it weren't for you, the one lying here today would be me."
Hearing this, Song Zhi seemed to remember. He went to the Lantern Festival, and the Second Prince invited him to the pavilion for a chat. After that, many assassins appeared. He had nowhere to run, so he could only hide behind a pillar. Then, he saw an assassin trying to kill the Second Prince. At that time, he didn't think twice and rushed over.
When he rushed over, he was immediately stabbed.
It was as if … his chest was pierced through.
He was covered in blood.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He quickly reached out to touch his wound.
But Na Yan stopped him in time and said, "Your chest has a sword wound. Don't touch it."
The pain woke Song Zhi up. He reacted and asked, "How long have I slept?"
"Two days and two nights."
"Two days and two nights? I thought … I thought I was dead. " Song Zhi really thought he was dead. He didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, he was still in the Second Prince's Palace.
Na Yan smiled, "You saved this king, how could this king let you die? This prince is still waiting to repay you for saving my life. "
"No, I don't dare!"
"Of course you do." Na Yan said seriously, "Anyway, the most important thing now is your health. You can rest in this Prince's Palace. You don't have to worry about anything else. This Prince will arrange everything for you."
There was a lot of meaning in these words.
But how could a bookworm like Song Zhi understand?
Bookworm, you are going to be rich!
"Thank … Thank you, Your Highness, but …"
"No buts! Just rest well. If you need anything, just tell me. "Na Yan patted the back of his hand," Then I won't bother you anymore. I will come to see you later. "
Then, he went out.
The imperial doctor followed him out.
Na Yan asked again, "Is Young Master Song really okay?"
The imperial doctor said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. Young Master Song is really okay. I will prescribe some medicine for him. He will be fine."
"Hmm, that's good."
He heaved a sigh of relief.
The sky was getting brighter.
The Marquis of the Southern didn't rest the whole night.
He waited for news.
It wasn't until dawn that a man in blue came back.
The Marquis asked, "Did you find him?" The man's face was solemn, "The Second Prince is on high alert. We sneaked into the Prince's Palace and searched for a long time, but we couldn't find Lian Que. We don't know where the Second Prince is keeping him. At dawn, we didn't dare to continue searching in the Prince's Palace.
If we found him, we could only come back and report to the Marquis. "
"How could a living person disappear? Have you really searched carefully? "
"We have, but we couldn't find him."
"Has he been taken out of the Palace?"
The man shook his head, "Our men have been guarding the Prince's Palace all night. Only people went in, no one came out."
"That's strange!" The Marquis of the Southern frowned, thinking carefully, "Since he hasn't been taken out and there is no one in the Palace, where could he go?"
"Marquis, what do we do now?"
"We haven't found the person. Even if there is a way to go in and save him, it will be useless."
"What if Brother Lian is already …" dead? "I won't!" The Marquis of the Southern Kingdom interrupted him and said with certainty, "According to the Second Duke's personality, he will definitely find a way to find out from Lian Que who tried to assassinate him at the lantern show! Hence, he wouldn't take Lian Que's life for the time being! But if a man
Even if he's dead, he should be carried out of the Prince's Mansion. I'm afraid … Lian Que is living a life worse than death. "
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