"Splash!"

A basin of cold water was poured over the Tatar, soaking his hair and clothes.

Water droplets dripped onto the ground, and after a moment, the bound person seemed to stir slightly, turning their neck a little.

Then a soft, cold hissing sound was emitted.

The Tartar in front of me was whipped until his skin was torn and bleeding. Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was poured over him, and the cold water made his wounds ache terribly.

The person in charge of this torture chamber is named Xing Zhi, who is also a member of the Shadow Guard. Ever since he followed the prince to the border city, he has been either whipping rebel soldiers or forcing confessions. If he were not so determined, he would probably be on the verge of becoming a psychopath and would be out of control.

Xing Zhi saw that the Tartar slowly opened his eyes, gave him a wink, and then someone from the torture chamber stepped forward, grabbed the Tartar's wet hair, and forced him to raise his head.

The bearded man squinted at the two extra people in the torture chamber and sized them up. He saw Song Yanqing sitting in the armchair.

The two locked eyes, and the bearded man instantly realized who the person in front of him, clad in armor yet exuding an air of nobility, was!

He was the person they had fought hard for nearly a year, and the person they most wanted to kill, the one who ruined their plan to flatten the new capital!

"Damn two-legged sheep, one day you will all submit to the Great Khan, hahahaha~"

The bearded man's laughter was so loud it seemed to penetrate the walls of the torture chamber.

Unfortunately, he was already a prisoner, and all the Tatars who had stayed in that room with him had died at the hands of the Shadow Guards.

If he hadn't been the only remaining Tatar with any clues, he would have died on the night Dark Ten broke down the door.

After the bearded man finished laughing, he realized that no one present was angry. His plan to make them angry and kill him had failed.

He gradually suppressed his arrogant and ridiculous laughter, stared wide-eyed at Song Yanqing with bloodshot eyes, wishing he could burn a hole in him.

An Yi sneered, "You have no chance of dying until you spill out some useful information."

The bearded man, who wasn't even afraid of death, told An Yi that he wouldn't let him die easily, his eyes flashing slightly.

In his view, death is just a matter of a moment, but the most painful thing is being unable to die or live.

However, he quickly calmed down because he knew that the reason the two-legged sheep in front of him refused to kill him was simply because he wanted to know the whereabouts of the gold and silver jewelry and the remaining anesthetic from him.

Since they don't know where the anesthetic went, it means that the anesthetic is still safe and has not been discovered.

Once he understood this, his tense body suddenly relaxed, and he even raised his chin defiantly, like an unseen alpha wolf.

After a while, just when the bearded man thought that these people had no way to deal with him.

Song Yanqing slowly said, "You were able to obtain a large amount of anesthetic because you have an inside agent in the wounded soldiers' camp."

"If I were to wipe out all the Tatars who have infiltrated the city, what use would these anesthetics be to you?"

Upon hearing this, not only was the bearded man stunned, but everyone present was also taken aback.

An Yi's eyes flickered slightly. So the Tatars went to great lengths because there were wounded Tatars in the border town.

"I don't understand what you're saying!"

As the bearded man spoke, he looked away from Song Yanqing, and that brief moment of averted gaze convinced Song Yanqing that his guess was correct.

The Tatars had indeed infiltrated the border town, and a large amount of anesthetic had been lost, suggesting that quite a few Tatars had infiltrated the town.

Song Yanqing smiled, a smile that made the bearded man's face stiffen.

In an instant, the bearded man realized he had done something stupid. The pretty boy in front of him was clearly trying to trick him!

Damn it!

That cunning and treacherous two-legged sheep!

Enraged, the bearded man launched into a tirade, "You weak two-legged sheep! The warriors of the grasslands will one day raze your capital, seize your women, cook your lambs, and drive you all to the grasslands to graze like sheep! Hahahaha!"

Song Yanqing didn't want to listen to his wild imagination, so she stood up quickly and walked out of the torture chamber.

Just as he was about to step out of the torture chamber, he paused and said, "Clean him up, give him a hot spring bath, and let him see for himself how his companions came to keep him company."

Upon hearing this, Xing Zhi immediately accepted the order, "Yes, Your Highness."

After leaving the dungeon, Song Yanqing said, "An Yi, go and inform An Jiu to thoroughly investigate the wounded soldiers in the army, and also look for any suspicious signs inside and outside the border city."

Arrest those doctors in the pharmacy. Don't hurt their hands, but strip them naked and whip their backs; eventually, someone will confess.

"yes!"

It wasn't until he spoke with the bearded Tatar that Song Yanqing understood the reason.

The east and west gates, and even the main camp, have recently been attacked by the Tatars.

A closer look at the number of these attacks reveals a significant increase in frequency. Even though the Tatars possessed fine horses and their soldiers were highly capable, they could not withstand the relentless onslaught.

Meanwhile, the number of wounded soldiers in the barracks was increasing, and the supply of wound medicine was becoming increasingly difficult.

Medicine was already scarce in the wounded soldiers' camp. If it weren't for General Qin's repeated petitions, which forced the Ministry of Revenue to procure medicine and transport it to the border city, many more wounded soldiers would have been lost in the camp.

The thought that the Tatars, with their cunning schemes, could even think of wearing the uniforms of the Great Jin army, disguising themselves to infiltrate the border city, and even managing to smuggle anesthetics out of the wounded soldiers' camp filled him with icy coldness.

Compared to the Tatars' repeated border incursions and ruthless nature, Song Yanqing hated even more the rebel traitors who helped the Tatars act as their inside agents on the land of the Great Jin Dynasty!

An Yi led a horse over, and Song Yanqing leaped onto it, galloping back to the military camp.

...

Since receiving the mission, An Shi has been like a crow searching for gold and silver treasures, leading his Shadow Guards around half the city.

There was still no news at all, but he noticed that the guards in charge of supervising the construction of the city walls had been going to the pharmacy in the border town for the past two days.

He's run into the pharmacy twice already, which shows he goes there quite often.

Most of the convicts sent to the border were criminals, while a small number were implicated by their families or were serving their sentences unjustly.

Regardless of the process, the outcome is always the same: serving on the border for life.

Even so, in order to ensure the defense of the border city walls, there were special places for these convicts to receive medical treatment.

Even if the illness is incurable, one can simply slip some silver to the doctor and receive better medicine. There is no way a guard would personally prescribe medicine for the prisoners.

Thinking of this, An Shi immediately ordered the Shadow Guards to continue the investigation.

After the supervising official had prepared the medicine and the apprentice had loaded it onto the carriage and driven away, he personally went to the pharmacy where the supervising official had prepared the medicine to check on the situation.

He suspected that the warden was hiding something!