Chapter 107 The Reborn Girl is Offline
The heavy black iron door closed silently behind him, blocking out the last ray of light from the outside world.
The air was filled with a sickeningly strong smell of rust, blood, and a...smell of despair and decay.
Torches danced on the walls of the deep corridor, casting twisted and swaying shadows like the claws of hell.
Prince Yong, Nangong Ye, dressed in his black official uniform, walked in this dark place where even the sun scorned him.
There was no expression on his handsome face, only a pair of deep eyes, which were a thousand times colder than the ice in the deepest part of this dark prison.
The leader of the secret guards, Shadow, appeared silently beside him like the most loyal shadow, and knelt on one knee:
"Master! As you ordered, I have already served you. One hundred times, not one less, and we are in the final stages."
Nangong Ye did not stop, his cold eyes swept across the tightly closed iron doors on both sides of the corridor that exuded an ominous aura, and finally fell on an exceptionally heavy door.
From inside the door, a very strange sound could be faintly heard, a mixture of extreme pain and dying whimpers, but also a forcibly suppressed and distorted scream, as well as... the scalp-numbing, dull sound of flesh colliding and rough breathing.
That was Xun Huiyun's torture chamber. With great efficiency, she had already put a group of death row prisoners, sentenced for their heinous crimes and emitting a foul odor, into it.
They received the final "gift" - a woman who was once high and mighty, who dreamed of climbing into Prince Yong's bed, and even wanted to defile the princess.
Under the cold supervision of the secret guards, they were meticulously carrying out their master's order to repay him a hundredfold. In the most primitive and dirty way, they made Xun Huiyun experience all the vicious scenes she had imagined about Dongfang Yuning in her mind a hundred times!
Nangong Ye listened expressionlessly to Xun Huiyun's hellish wails coming from behind the door.
There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, only pure, cold indifference.
You want to touch his Ning'er? And you still want to use such despicable means?
Death is too cheap for her.
"Where is the Fuso delegation?"
Nangong Ye's voice echoed in the cold air, like a poisoned ice blade.
"Reply to the master,"
The shadow's voice was flat and level.
"It has been placed in the No. 1 Pest Control Room, along with the body of old dog Yamamoto. I have informed them that this is the final resting place of the Yin-Yang Master of Fuying Country. They are requested to pay their respects and learn from him until the body... decomposes naturally."
He paused.
"I guarantee that they will be 'alive' and conscious enough to witness the entire process."
Nangong Ye's mouth corners curled up in an extremely cruel arc.
Very good. Let these ignorant Japanese people watch with their own eyes their so-called national treasure, their hope, slowly swell, turn black, rot, and become crawling with maggots in the darkness and dampness...
This will destroy their will more than killing them directly, and will make them carve fear into their bones!
He walked to the heavy door of the torture chamber but did not go in. Ying waved knowingly, and the sickening sounds from inside quickly stopped.
A moment later, two secret guards dragged out a "thing" that was almost inhumane and put a rag-like garment on it.
That's Xun Huiyun.
She was like a pool of completely rotten mud, her hair was stuck into clumps with blood, her face was covered with bruises and scratches, her eyes were empty and lifeless, saliva and blood foam were flowing from the corners of her mouth, her body was limp in an extremely twisted posture, and only the slightly rising and falling chest proved that she was still breathing her last breath.
Nangong Ye looked down at her as if he was looking at a dirty bug.
Xun Huiyun seemed to feel that cold gaze, and her dilated pupils focused with difficulty. When she saw the man in front of her who was as handsome as a god but exuding boundless murderous aura, the last bit of twisted madness burst out from her dying body!
She let out a "ho ho" sound from her throat, like a broken bellows, and screamed with her last bit of strength, her voice broken and resentful:
"I...I am...Prince Yong's Consort...! How...is that idiot...worthy of her?! She...uh--!"
Before she finished speaking, Nangong Ye didn't even bother to look at her, but just frowned very slightly with disgust.
"film."
The cold order was issued.
"I understand!"
Ying immediately bowed. He knew his master's intentions all too well. Such foul language was unworthy of polluting his master's ears, and even more unworthy of living in this world.
"Capital punishment."
Nangong Ye's voice was calm, as if he was ordering the disposal of a piece of garbage.
"Then, hang her head at the East City Gate for three days. The notice should clearly state: Xun Huiyun, the traitor, colluded with foreign enemies and plotted to murder the princess. The evidence is irrefutable, and this is the outcome!"
"yes!"
Ying's voice was filled with murderous intent.
Nangong Ye took one last glance at the foul-smelling mud, his eyes icy cold:
"A maggot like you, rotten in the mud, is worthy of being called the princess? Are you worthy of coveting this king?"
He didn't even bother to say another word, as if looking at him any longer would be a blasphemy to his own eyes.
He turned around, his black robe drawing a sharp arc in the cold wind, and he strode away without looking back.
Behind him, Xun Huiyun's desperate and shrill, inhuman screams suddenly ceased, replaced by a terrifying, tooth-grinding sound of bones being crushed inch by inch...
That night, the lights in Fengyi Palace were bright, but the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
The air seemed to still be filled with the smell of gunpowder from the thrilling assassination and counterattack that took place during the day.
Emperor Nangong Yu, Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian, Marquis of Zhenguo Dongfang Liezheng, and Prince Yong Nangong Ye, who had just bathed and changed his clothes to wash away the cold and gloomy atmosphere of the dark prison, gathered together.
Queen Dongfang Qiwu stayed with her younger sister Dongfang Yuning, holding her hand lovingly.
Dongfang Yuning changed out of the riding clothes stained with the smell of gunpowder and put on a comfortable concubine-colored dress. Her little face was flushed because of the feat just now and the excitement at the moment, and her eyes were surprisingly bright. How could she look frightened at all?
She sat down angrily on the cushioned rose chair and pounded the table with her little fist, not daring to use too much force. The sound was crisp and full of unquestionable determination:
"Brother-in-law! Fuying! I've made up my mind! There's no room for negotiation! They dared to let their dogs bite people in front of our house, and they even wanted to bite me! If I don't let this go, I, Niu Hulu Yuning, will have my name written upside down!"
[118! How do you write it backwards? Ning Yu Niu Hulu? Doesn't sound bad? Forget it! It has to be powerful!]
Dongfang Yuning complained crazily to the system in his heart.
System 118:
[The host is so domineering! Niu Hulu Yuning! Such momentum! Such determination! So hot! (The system plays the background music of "Superstar in Troubled Times") Fu Ying's life is easy, and your blessings are still to come!]
Nangong Yu looked at his sister-in-law who looked like a little phoenix with her hair standing on end, and remembered her precise and ruthless headshot during the day, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
He cleared his throat and tried to act like an emperor, but the smile and indulgence in his eyes could not be hidden:
"Ning'er is right! Fuying has evil ambitions and deserves death! They dared to assassinate my Yan Kingdom's Fuxing Princess, my sister-in-law, right under my nose. This is not a simple provocation, it is a declaration of war! They are seeking death, so they can't blame others!"
The emperor's inner thoughts:
[Tsk, my sister-in-law has such a hot temper, like a firecracker, she explodes at the slightest touch! But... she explodes beautifully! I love it! This is a great opportunity to completely crush those annoying Fuying people!]
"I ask for battle!"
The Marquis of Zhenguo, Dongfang Liezheng, was the first to stand up. His voice was like a bell, and his burly body was trembling slightly with anger.
"How dare you, Fuying villain, hurt my little sister! I will personally lead the army to flatten Fuying Kyoto and tear off that damn emperor's head for my little sister to kick around like a ball!"
His mind was filled with the image of his precious sister being almost bullied by that old dog, and he was filled with rage!
Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian followed closely behind, his young face filled with determination and anger:
"Father! I beg you to fight! Fuying has gone too far in insulting our Yan Nation! As the crown prince, I must personally go to the front lines and enhance our nation's prestige! I must seek justice for my aunt!"
When he thought of the disgusting look the old dog gave his aunt, he wished he could stab him a few more times himself.
Nangong Ye did not speak immediately, but took a step forward and stood beside Dongfang Yuning. His dark figure was like the most solid barrier.
He held her small hand, silently conveying his support, and then looked at the emperor, his voice steady and full of power:
"Brother Emperor, I beg you to fight. This battle belongs to me alone."
His reason was simple—anyone who dared to touch his reverse scale would be crushed by him personally! Moreover, if Ning'er wanted to go, he had to be by her side.
Dongfang Yuning felt warm in her heart as she watched her brother, nephew, and husband all rushing to avenge her. However, when she heard her eldest brother asking for a fight, she immediately frowned, stood up, ran to Dongfang Liezheng, grabbed his arm, and spoke with undeniable worry:
"No! Big brother, you can't go!"
"Why?!"
Dongfang Liezheng was anxious.
"Ning'er, big brother will vent your anger for you!"
"Because of my sister-in-law!"
Dongfang Yuning raised her little face and said seriously,
"My sister-in-law is about to give birth! How can you leave at this time? What if...what if something goes wrong, what will happen to my sister-in-law? What will happen to my unborn nephew and niece? Big brother, this is your responsibility! You have to stay home!"
[118! Quick! Check the due date! Is it in these few days?]
Dongfang Yuning cried out inwardly.
System 118:
[Ding! Checking sister-in-law Lu Yaoer's pregnancy data... Due date: 15 days from now! Host is wise! Big brother must stay! (System gives a thumbs-up)]
Dongfang Liezheng was choked by his sister's words. He looked at his wife, Lu Yaoer, who was standing beside the empress with a worried look on her face, pregnant. His anger was like being poured with a bucket of cold water, and it instantly calmed down, leaving only a deep sense of guilt and resentment.
Yes, Yaoer...how could he leave at this time?
"Ning'er is right!"
Nangong Yu made the final decision at the right time.
"Marquis Zhenguo, your wife is about to give birth. This is a matter of national importance, and even more so, your family matter! You should stay in the capital with peace of mind! Guard the rear for me and take good care of your wife and children!"
He turned his gaze towards Nangong Ye and the Crown Prince, his eyes flashing with a sharp light:
"In this battle, Prince Yong, Nangong Ye, will be the commander-in-chief! Crown Prince Nangong Chengqian will be the military supervisor! Princess Fuxing, Dongfang Yuning, will be accompanying the troops to observe the battle!
I must defeat Fu Ying! Beat them until they are terrified! Beat them until their knees become weak whenever they mention Yan Kingdom for generations to come!"
"Your son (your younger brother) obeys your order!" Nangong Ye and the prince responded in unison, their voices sonorous and powerful.
Although Dongfang Liezheng was unwilling, he also knew that this was the best arrangement, so he could only clasp his fists in frustration:
"I...obey the order!"
heart:
[Alas! Prince Yong got off easy! But... it's better to let him vent his anger on Ning'er. He's quite ruthless!]
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