Chapter 235
Liu Jun quickly caught Yin Zijin who had suddenly fainted on the ground. He picked up his light body without hesitation, and then walked towards the depths of the imperial prison with steady and quick steps. At the very end of the imperial prison, there is a room where Liu Jun usually rests when he is on night shift.
Although this room was extremely simple, it was much better than those dirty, filthy cells that emitted a foul odor. Liu Jun carefully placed the unconscious Yin Zijin in his arms on the slightly shabby bed, and then stared quietly at his pale face and tightly closed eyes.
After a moment, Liu Jun slowly withdrew his gaze, turned his head and said to a subordinate who was following him, "Go find a woman to serve Miss Yin Liu. Also, have someone prepare some hot water and food and send them over here later."
However, after hearing Liu Jun's words, the man who had been standing behind him in silence stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly, and hesitantly said: "Sir, do you know what this imperial prison is like? This is a purgatory on earth where people are eaten without leaving any bones! What decent girl would be willing to come to such a place?"
Liu Jun glanced at Fan Wei, took out five taels of silver from his bosom and threw it into Fan Wei's arms: "Go, go to the human trafficker to buy a maid, or ask your wife to come secretly and take care of Miss Yin Liu, and the five taels of silver will be yours."
Fan Wei immediately clasped his fists and said, "Yes, I'll do it right away..."
Yin Zijin bit her lip lightly, lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly and said softly: "My lord, please don't blame me. This is the first time in my life that I have witnessed such a bloody and cruel scene. I just felt dizzy at the time, so I lost my composure. I am impolite, so I hope you can forgive me."
Upon hearing this, Liu Jun quickly waved his hands and said in a gentle voice, "Sixth Miss, please don't blame yourself. The punishment of washing and combing is an extremely cruel punishment. Not to mention a delicate woman like you who has been raised in the boudoir and has not yet married, even those battle-hardened strong men would find it difficult to endure it."
Just as the two were talking, the sound of light footsteps was suddenly heard. Immediately afterwards, several Jinyiwei dressed in Feiyu uniforms walked in in neat steps. They carried a bucket of steaming water or a wooden bathtub.
After these items were placed in the appropriate places in the house one by one, the Jinyiwei guards left the room as quickly as they came without even turning their heads.
Liu Jun poured hot water into the wooden bathtub and said, "Girl, take a bath! But the conditions here are simple and there is no fragrant bath, so please don't despise it."
Then Liu Jun took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and said: "After bathing, apply this medicine. This medicine can dissolve blood stasis. Apply it on the girl's red marks to avoid scars.
I heard that during the talent show, you can’t have scars on your body. If scars are left, you might be eliminated from the talent show, so girls must take it seriously. ”
Yin Zijin nodded, and after Liu Jun gave his instructions, he left the room without looking back.
The charcoal was burning brightly in the iron stove on the ground, and the room was small, so the whole room was warm. Yin Zijin stood up and took off her hair accessories one by one. Her long black hair fell down instantly. Yin Zijin took off her dress, leaving only her red bellyband and panties. The red marks on her shoulders and back were shocking. Then she sat in the bathtub with her three-inch golden lotus...
On the other side, Liu Jun walked slowly with steady and powerful steps towards the gloomy and terrifying room where Du Lin was interrogated.
Only a few hours had passed, and the already frail Du Lin was now firmly tied to the horrifying rack.
There was not a single intact piece of skin on his body; his skin was covered in blood and torn apart, as if he had suffered an inhumane torture.
When Liu Jun once again stepped into this torture chamber filled with blood and oppressive atmosphere, he instantly turned back into the image of the cold-blooded and extremely cruel executioner. His face was as gloomy as water, expressionless, and his eyes were as cold and piercing as stars.
Especially the long scar on his face, which looked particularly hideous and terrifying at this moment, like a twisted and wriggling centipede that might pounce on and bite someone at any time. Such a face would make people feel chilled and tremble in their hearts just by looking at it.
Liu Jun walked up to Du Lin and stopped, looking down at the poor dying man. He asked in a voice as cold as ice: "How is it? Have you confessed?" These words seemed to come from the Netherworld, without any emotion, only endless indifference and majesty.
The shirtless man next to him quickly replied: "My Lord, no."
A smile gradually appeared on Liu Jun's face, but that smile was creepy and chilling. He slowly walked to one side, his eyes fixed on a whip covered in blood and with sharp barbs. This whip seems to exude the breath of death and fear.
Liu Jun reached out and grasped the handle of the whip, lifting it up from its original position without hesitation. Then he swung the whip in his hand violently and whipped it several times in the air. Each whip was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind and a heart-pounding sound of breaking air, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart.
After a few whippings, Liu Jun walked straight towards Du Lin with steady steps. When he came in front of Du Lin, he stopped and then gently lifted Du Lin's dirty chin with the handle of the whip. At this moment, Du Lin looked haggard and listless, and his clothes were already in tatters, stained with blood and stains everywhere.
Liu Jun stared into Du Lin's eyes and said coldly, "I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. But I advise you to confess! This way, at least you will suffer less physical pain and your life will be better."
After a pause, Liu Jun continued, "Your Majesty did not put you in the Imperial Clan Court or the Dali Temple, but deliberately put you in the Imperial Prison. You should understand the deep meaning of this! Anyone who enters the Imperial Prison will be skinned alive if he doesn't die."
Seeing that Du Lin didn't react, Liu Jun whipped Du Lin hard with a whip dipped in salt water. Immediately, bursts of miserable screams came from the torture room.
After an unknown amount of time, Liu Jun walked up to Du Lin, grabbed his neck, and asked viciously: "Do you want to confess or not?"
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"Someone, go and bring the reclining chair, so that the Prince Consort can have a taste of it..."
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