The sunlight was just right at the cave entrance, filtering through the branches and casting dappled shadows on Bei Lanfeng. He sat comfortably on the wooden chair, gently waving his folding fan.

A man emerged from the cave behind them and said to Bei Lanfeng, who was sitting on a wooden chair, "Still won't talk. You're too stubborn!"

Bei Lanfeng sighed slowly and held his folding fan to his face.

"I remember there was a form of torture in the previous dynasty of Da Yu called 'death by a thousand cuts,' so I'll use it on his father."

"And that old lady, wake her up and let her watch over her too."

"oh."

The man agreed and turned to walk into the cave.

Inside the dimly lit cave, the stench of blood mixed with the smell of urine and sweat made one feel dizzy and disoriented.

Bai Jiaxing was unharmed; he was chained and pressed onto a stone bench.

Before him stood his own father, who was tormented and covered in wounds.

There was also the 60-year-old grandmother who had fainted from shock.

The splash of cold water woke up the frightened old lady, Bai.

After seeing the scene before her, Aunt Bai looked at her grandson, who was sitting quietly with his eyes down, and pleaded desperately.

"Jiaxing, please tell me! Please save your father!"

"Why are you so stubborn, child? Tell me quickly! Look at your father, he's never suffered like this before..."

No sooner had Aunt Bai finished speaking than a heart-wrenching scream rang out.

The dagger sliced ​​off a thin piece of flesh from Bai Jiaxing's father's body and then threw it in front of Bai's mother.

Grandma Bai took a deep breath, almost scaring herself to death.

"Bai Jiaxing, you're such an ingrate! Speak up! Your father can't die like this!!"

Aunt Bai was almost scared out of her wits and started blurting out all sorts of things.

Bai Jiaxing looked up at his grandmother, a very unpleasant smile on his face.

"Grandma, do you think anyone who comes here can get out alive?"

If others don't know, how could he not know?

The secrets of this mountain were revealed to him without any concealment: the Northern Barbarians, the saltpeter mines, the Northern Maple...

The only reason they're showing it off so boldly is that they don't want anyone here to leave alive.

Besides, even if he gets out alive, how can he talk about the Mu family army's stronghold?

"Your Mu family army is truly loyal and righteous. Mu Hu actually came all the way here to save you."

A pleasant voice suddenly rang out, the tone unhurried and gentle; judging from the voice alone, one might think he was there for a spring outing.

"He lost an arm and was poisoned by the poison, he won't even live for a year, and he's still willing to risk his life for the Mu family army?"

Bei Lanfeng slowly walked into the cave, covering his mouth and nose with a silk handkerchief, glancing disgustedly at the filth inside before his gaze fell on Bai Jiaxing.

"But then again, it makes sense. Having a brother who knew he'd die if he came, yet still dared to come for you, shows the Mu family army is indeed loyal and righteous. So, what do you say..."

Bei Lanfeng's eyes were filled with a smile: "Do you think your good brother might reveal the spies that the Mu family army had suppressed in the Northern Barbarians in order to save you?"

Bai Jiaxing sneered, his eyes filled with mockery.

"You can give it a try."

Upon hearing this provocation, Bei Lanfeng simply shook his head and chuckled helplessly, as if watching a mischievous child. Suddenly remembering something amusing, he spoke up:

"By the way, do you know that the Northern Barbarians used to have a custom called levirate marriage, which means that the father dies and the woman marries the mother? Why don't we hold a wedding today and let you see it?"

Bai Jiaxing's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Bei Lanfeng.

"Dealing with smart people is so easy. They guessed what I wanted to do?"

"Isn't this a perfect example? A mother and her child."

Bei Lanfeng looked at the bound Aunt Bai and Uncle Bai, but a smile had not yet appeared on his face.

He suddenly took a step back.

An arrow whistled through the air, almost grazing his face, before embedding itself firmly in the wall beside him.