When Yang Congwen came to his senses, he had been tied up in the Ministry of Justice and was being tortured. All the punishments that the children of officials used to use to scare people were used on him. Yang Congwen cried out to heaven and earth, but no one answered him. He wailed for mercy, but the presiding judges, Mei Xuanlang and Yu Qizhe, were not moved at all.
Yang Congwen suffered a whole night, his skin and flesh were all rotten and he almost looked like a monster.
At daybreak, Yu Qizhe personally started the interrogation. Mei Xuanlang originally looked down on him, a weak scholar who came to interfere in the interrogation, but after the interrogation in the middle of the night, Yu Qizhe's expression did not change at all, and he was not frightened by such a bloody scene. He looked quite courageous, so Mei Xuanlang felt relieved to hand Yang Congwen over to him.
Yu Qizhe entered the torture room. The half-dead Yang Congwen looked at him weakly and cursed him viciously, "Want to force me to confess? That's all you can do! You want me to plead guilty? Dream on!"
Yu Qizhe ignored his abuse and looked at the bloodstained torture instruments hanging on the wall. He picked up one of them at random. The shape of the object was like a snake. He asked the jailer beside him, "What is this?"
The jailer laughed and said, "To answer your question, sir, this is called a tin snake, and it is hollow inside. Wrap it around the prisoner's waist and pour boiling water into the hollow tin snake. The taste...tsk tsk...I have never seen a prisoner who can stand it!"
"That's it." Yu Qizhe handed the tinware to the jailer, "Young Master Yang has never experienced such ecstasy, so serve him well."
"Okay!" The jailer took the tinware and wrapped it around Yang Congwen's waist. He then called another person to fetch a bucket of boiling hot water and slowly poured the boiling water into the tinware through the tin snake's slightly open mouth.
For a moment, the entire torture room was filled with Yang Congwen's screams.
"Yu Qizhe, you are slandering and flattering your superiors, and you are forcing a confession through torture. You will not have a good death in the future!"
"Don't let me get you into my hands. If that day comes, I will make sure you live and die!"
"Yu Gou, if you have the guts, kill me..."
Yu Qizhe turned a deaf ear to him, his face grim, he took out a silver ingot from his sleeve, and told the jailer, "Go buy a ginseng, keep him alive, as long as he's not dead. Try all the torture instruments on the wall on him, so that I can learn a lot."
The jailer took the silver and left.
Yang Congwen, who had fainted and then woke up from the pain of having his wounds poured with salt water, opened his eyes, heard these words, looked at the wall of horrific torture instruments, and fainted again.
About half an hour later, Yang Congwen could no longer bear it. He had been born into a pampered family and had hardly suffered any hardship since he was a child. The inhuman torture he received that night almost made him live a life worse than death.
Looking through the skylight of the torture chamber, he saw that it was already daybreak outside and the sun was pouring in. Yang Congwen's original plan to hold on was inevitably dashed.
He has not returned home all night. Logically, his father should have noticed something unusual, but no one has come to rescue him until now. Could it be that their Yang family is really going to be in trouble this time?
The more Yang Congwen thought about it, the more panicked he became.
"Are you wondering why Yang Xu hasn't come to rescue you yet?" Yu Qizhe grabbed the red-hot iron burning on the charcoal and asked indifferently, "Do you think that old guy Yang Xu can bear these punishments?"
Yang Congwen looked at him in astonishment, his face pale from blood loss or shock, "How dare you? My father is a fourth-rank official of the imperial court, and you, a fifth-rank tutor, want to arrest him?"
Yu Qizhe sneered, "You are really stupid. Since I dare to arrest you and take you to the Ministry of Justice, do you think I really have no evidence of your Yang family's corruption and abuse of power?"
He took a step forward, leaned close to Yang Congwen's ear, and whispered, "You must not confess so early. You should be tougher so that you can endure more torture."
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