Qinghe's voice was very soft, but it traveled through layers of curtains to the ears of Di Jingcheng, who had excellent hearing.
He frowned slightly. Why did it have to happen now? He carefully got up, gently placed Azi's head, which was resting in his arms, and only after making sure she wasn't awakened did he leave with peace of mind.
Emperor Jingcheng headed straight for the dark dungeon in the backyard, with Qinghe and Zheng San naturally guarding Azi. Zheng He'er, seeing the emperor's cold and aloof demeanor, hurriedly followed.
In the dark cell, Mu Wanyu was delirious from the excruciating pain in her abdomen, groaning in agony as blood flowed incessantly from beneath her onto the floor. She leaned weakly against a dark corner, her pure white dress soaked with blood and filth, sweat pouring down her face.
Two bodyguards stood to the side, their hands clasped behind their backs at the entrance, their backs to the inside. All of them had cold expressions, showing no reluctance or pity whatsoever.
Mu Wanyu was gagged by the guards in the middle of the night and taken out of the Grand Secretary's residence. Li Li and the servants on night watch were drugged and didn't notice anything amiss. She was thrown into this dimly lit dungeon and sat in a corner in terror, looking at Cheng San and the others in front of her. She didn't know who had kidnapped her to this place.
Coming to her senses, she angrily confronted the three men, demanding, "Who are you people, daring to kidnap me!"
Cheng Shang glanced at her disdainfully, while the two guards stood to the side like wooden figures, their faces expressionless from beginning to end.
Seeing that the men ignored her, she began to curse loudly. Mu Wanyu was frightened and agitated, and her soon-to-be-give-up body began to ache with pain. She slowly calmed down and leaned against the wall, crying out in pain.
The young man, in his thirties, had never had a child and didn't know Mu Wanyu was about to give birth. He only knew that she had calmed down a bit and started crying out in pain.
Mu Wanyu felt the wetness beneath her, and her earlier arrogance vanished. She begged the three men to find her a doctor.
"Please, I'm about to give birth, please find me a doctor! I'll give you anything you want!"
Cheng San did not dare to take it upon himself to invite a doctor for her, nor did he have the intention to do so. He simply sent someone to inform the emperor.
Mu Wanyu endured the pain for an hour, her cries subsiding considerably. She knew nothing of childbirth and had no ability to give birth; she could only lie there, groaning in agony. The dark, damp cell felt her blood slowly draining away, her head spinning uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.
"Please, help me, please..." Her voice grew weaker and weaker, still unconsciously murmuring. A heavy stench of blood permeated the dimly lit and not-so-spacious dungeon, and Cheng San had the guards light another lamp.
Mu Wanyu felt the light and slightly opened her eyes, her vision blurring. A sharp pain surged through her again; she gasped for breath, terrified. Would she and her unborn child die today? She hadn't avenged herself yet! She couldn't die, she couldn't die.
With her last ounce of strength, she pleaded, "Please, please..."
In a daze, she heard a mournful chant and tried to open her eyes to see who it was, but she couldn't make out what was happening.
"Greetings, Master. Master, she seems to be about to give birth." Cheng Shang followed Di Jingcheng forward and came to Mu Wanyu.
Mu Wanyu felt her shadow fall on her, and the light dimmed considerably. The blurry figure in front of her seemed familiar, and she suddenly became agitated: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Please save me, I beg you!"
As if she had seen a savior, she tried to get up and rush forward to hug Di Jingcheng's feet, but at this moment she was already at her limit. Her back had just left the cold wall when she fell back down instantly. Her body slid down the wall and she lay twisted on the ground, her chest heaving violently.
Waves of pain surged through her again, and her consciousness cleared slightly. The man towering above her now had a clearer face. He still possessed an imposing presence, with a handsome face and a tall, upright figure. However, his striking features were expressionless, indifferent, and cold, inspiring awe and fear.
Mu Wanyu felt a chill run down her spine and weakly groaned, "Your Majesty, please...please! Please save me!"
"Ah!" she screamed, followed by another scream.
Di Jingcheng coldly watched the scene before him, a sense of pleasure rising within him, while at the same time he felt guilty towards Azi. In his past life, Azi was just like this, in a place even colder and more dilapidated than this, with no one by her side.
Cheng San didn't really understand why the emperor was doing this, but he knew that his master must have his reasons.
"Di Jingcheng, you are cold-blooded...despicable, you...and...your empress...may you die a horrible death! Hahahaha...!" Mu Wanyu curled up on the ground, clutching her stomach, her eyes filled with madness. The dog emperor, who refused to help her, still only had that bitch in his eyes. They had caused her so much suffering!
"I... I will haunt you even as a ghost, I will... haunt your empress, and your child!" Mu Wanyu's groans were so low they were almost inaudible, but Di Jingcheng heard them clearly.
He raised his foot and delivered a cruel kick to Mu Wanyu's stomach. A agonizing scream instantly echoed from the dark cell: "Di Jingcheng, you will die a horrible death! You have ruined me like this, I will become a vengeful ghost and haunt you every day!"
Mu Wanyu used her last bit of strength to scream miserably, her eyes bloodshot as she stared intently at Di Jingcheng.
"An eye for an eye, but I still feel it's not enough." Emperor Jingcheng's eyes were full of bloodlust. Cheng San knew he was truly enraged and handed him the whip he always carried.
"Di Jingcheng, you..." Mu Wanyu seemed to be having a final burst of energy before her death. She clutched her stomach in pain and shrank back, tears streaming down her face. Her expression was filled with terror: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Don't come any closer! Ah!"
With nowhere to retreat, Di Jingcheng's whip struck her, causing excruciating pain, showing the force the man had used. Dizzy and disoriented, Mu Wanyu lost consciousness after just two lashes.
"Useless!" Di Jingcheng threw away the whip in his hand, took the handkerchief, and carefully wiped his hands.
"Keep a close watch on her, pour hot salt water on her, and don't worry about anything else, just make sure she doesn't escape." Di Jingcheng turned and left, and the dimly lit dungeon finally fell silent.
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