Chapter 12 I Picked Up Someone Else's Dog
As she spoke, the red-hot tongs were already placed on her eighth finger. She couldn't control the shaking. It wouldn't be so painful if it was just pulled out right away, but Xie Chengyan was a tormentor.
The fire tongs pulled at his nails, slowly pulling back. The pain was almost heart-wrenching. "Where's your gunpowder? What's your purpose in coming to Nanyang?"
Xie Chengyan spoke, his tone even colder than the walls of the torture chamber.
She didn't dare to look at Xie Chengyan, for fear that she would say something out of fear of his eyes, so she just closed her eyes and accepted the punishment.
He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Not talking?"
The tongs pressed hard on her bloodied finger, and Yan Su almost cried out in pain. "You're so loyal! I was right about you back then. It's a pity you're not loyal to me."
The rain in Nanyang had stopped, and the accumulated water on the eaves had fallen down, leaving only the dampness around the body, mixed with the bloody smell in the yamen, which was nauseating.
When Xie Chengyan took her to the torture room just now, he smelled a faint scent of powder on her body. Yan Su had never applied this kind of thing when she worked under him, so how come she applied it as soon as she arrived in Nanyang?
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
He didn't pull out her remaining fingernails, but threw the tongs aside. "What benefit did your master give you? Power? Money?"
He slowly leaned down, looking at her at eye level, and said in a sinister tone: "Still a man?"
Women dress up to please themselves, even someone like Yan Su who doesn't care about her looks for a living.
There was a flash of panic in Yan Su's eyes, and her pupils suddenly dilated, but she immediately realized her own loss of composure and forced herself to calm down.
Although this change was fleeting, Xie Chengyan was still keenly aware of it. He seemed to be intrigued and grabbed a wooden chair from the torture room and sat down. Before he could say anything, Yan Su said, "I came to Nanyang to make a living. The gunpowder is in the alley behind the ghost market. Your Highness can send someone to check it out."
Xie Chengyan frowned. "Could it be that the monthly salary from the Shenjiying is not as much as the little money you make from selling gunpowder? Yan Su, I used to value you, but the day after you left, 300 craftsmen from the Shenjiying were poisoned by Gelsemium elegans, and the gunpowder blueprints were stolen. Do you think I'm stupid?"
Another person walked into the torture chamber. Sun Shengan had changed into a simple outfit, a plain white suit that formed a sharp contrast with Xie Chengyan's black. The young man had a handsome face and looked a bit softer than Xie Chengyan.
Seeing Yan Su chained to the board, her blurred flesh emitting a fishy smell, he couldn't help but frown. From behind the woman's sweat-soaked hair, he saw her face: "Is this the young commander of the Shenji Camp you mentioned three years ago?"
Xie Chengyan leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms and said, "Yes, I thought he was a useful talent, but who knew that he would pick up someone else's dog."
The pain made Yan Su dizzy, but she was trained and her mouth would not be pried open so easily. Xie Chengyan and Sun Shengan also knew this.
There wasn't a single piece of good flesh on Yan Su's body. Sun Shengan didn't bother to look at her anymore. He turned to Xie Chengyan and said, "Don't worry about her. Those two have confessed. The gunpowder is in the royal mausoleum. They came to the ghost market under the guise of trading, waiting to be given the gunpowder blueprints."
Xie Chengyan lowered his eyes to glance at Yan Su and asked Sun Shengan, "How did the interrogation go?"
Sun Shengan: "It's even worse than hers. Even the bones are visible."
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