The dungeon of Prince Jing's mansion was dark and gloomy, without a ray of light all day. At this moment, a desolate wind howled in from the window on the top of the dungeon, carrying an extremely strong evil aura, as if the wronged souls in the distance were softly moaning.
Outside the dungeon, at the end of the dark and narrow passage, a lamp gradually illuminated the way. A woman in white walked ahead, flanked by two servants carrying lanterns. When they reached the prison gate, they all stopped in unison.
Suddenly, a muffled thud was heard, and the heavy prison door was opened from the outside. Yu Qianqian followed closely behind and walked in. Her gaze was fixed on Feng Yao on the cross torture instrument, and a chilling smile bloomed on her face.
"Do you... want to die?"
Feng Yao suddenly widened her eyes, staring intently at the unrecognizable woman in front of her. That eerie smile sent shivers down her spine. In her extreme panic, she had no recollection of what Yu Qianqian had just said. She simply stared at the other woman in disbelief, remaining silent for a long time.
"Feng Yao!" The angry shout had barely left her lips when Yu Qianqian suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Feng Yao by the neck with one hand. She glared at her fiercely, her scarlet eyes blazing with murderous intent. "You took my life, you killed my child. Today, I will make you pay for this blood debt tenfold!"
Without giving the other party a chance to respond, she raised her other hand and thrust the blood-red dagger high into Feng Yao's right shoulder bone with a sharp thud. She pulled the blade out with a swift motion, and gushes of blood gushed out of the wound!
Feeling the excruciating pain spreading violently through her body, Feng Yao immediately cried out in agony. Her cries echoed repeatedly in the dungeon, making everyone's ears ring.
The candlelight in the cell flickered in the wind, its faint glow casting an eerie light on the surrounding bronze and iron walls, as if countless angry and fierce eyes were shooting towards them, striking straight into the depths of the soul, sending chills down one's spine.
Having been pampered by her family since childhood, Feng Yao had never experienced any hardship. This pain was enough to make her feel like she was living a life worse than death.
Feng Yao raised her eyes slightly to look at Yu Qianqian in front of her, her eyes filled with deep fear. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Yu Qianqian, you might as well just kill me!"
"Want to die? Not so easy!" Yu Qianqian suddenly raised her hand, holding the blood-soaked dagger in front of Feng Yao's eyes, glaring at her with furious eyes. A hysterical roar burst from her lips: "You and Mu Feiyu colluded and did so many heinous things. Only by tearing you two villains to pieces can I get rid of the hatred in my heart!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Qianqian turned around, her gaze falling on the two servants, and she laughed coldly: "This woman is yours to enjoy. Do whatever makes you happy, don't hold back!"
Feng Yao watched as the two men with smirking faces rapidly approached her like wolves pouncing on their prey. At that moment, all she could see in their eyes was the image of her clothes being brutally torn apart. She screamed in terror and almost fainted on the spot.
When she reached the prison gate, Yu Qianqian paused slightly, glanced coldly at Feng Yao, and a detached smile appeared on her face. As the screams echoed in her ears, she strode out of the dungeon.
"Feng Yao, you owe me all of this, and you have to pay it back!"
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