Chapter 80 Princess Nanzhao?
Yan Yang walked to Xue Ziying's side, took her hand, and held the handle of the branding iron together. He looked leisurely at Wen Heyun, who was in great pain, and said, "I thought that people who like to torture others would have a strong backbone. I didn't expect you to be an exception."
Wen Heyun trembled uncontrollably from the pain, staring at Yan Yang with clear fear in her eyes: "I...I...I..."
Yan Yang's voice was languid, sounding more like he was chatting with a friend than interrogating someone: "Where did Xue Ziying come from?"
"I...I...I don't know—ah!"
Without warning, a scalding hot iron pressed down on his other shoulder, causing Wen Heyun to let out a shrill scream that almost pierced his eardrums and echoed in the cell for a long time.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Wen Heyun's hair was disheveled, and he looked as if he had been pulled out of the water. His face was deathly pale, and his body was trembling uncontrollably... before he fainted from the pain.
Yan Yang took a step back: "Wake him up."
A bucket of cold water was mercilessly splashed in his face.
Wen Heyun finally experienced firsthand the cruel reality that once you're in the imperial prison, even fainting is a luxury.
"You can be stubborn." Yan Yang said indifferently, casually tossing Luo Tie into the glowing red-hot coals. "I have plenty of time to waste with you today, to see if your stubbornness is greater than the torture instruments here."
Water dripped from Wen Heyun's hair, his face was wet and disheveled, and his lips trembled as he said, "I really... I really don't know..."
"It's alright." Yan Yang smiled gently. "There are still many cruel tortures in the imperial prison that you haven't experienced yet. I hope you'll have the opportunity to experience them properly today."
He raised an eyebrow and asked casually, "Do you know what 'grooming' means?"
After asking the question, he continued answering, "It's like stripping a person naked and laying them horizontally on a table, pouring boiling water over their body until the skin and flesh on their back are scalded, and then using a brush studded with iron nails to scrub off the scalded skin layer by layer, just like scrubbing a toilet, until the loose white bones are exposed..."
"No, no!" Wen Heyun was terrified, her whole body almost turning cold. "No, no, I'll talk... I'll tell you everything, please let me go, let me go..."
Yan Yang smiled and said, "Go ahead."
Wen Heyun's voice trembled uncontrollably: "It's...it's Pei Yi'an—"
Yan Yang narrowed his eyes: "Hmm?"
"It really is Pei Yi'an!" Wen Heyun's voice was shrill, afraid that Yan Yang wouldn't believe him, and he spilled everything he knew, "Xue Ziying is a woman he sent from the border. He... he sent her with his trusted aides, saying it was a gift for His Highness Prince Jin, but Prince Jin... Prince Jin was worried about her sensitive identity and didn't dare to accept it, so... so he had me keep her in the backyard..."
Is your identity sensitive?
Yan Yang turned his head to look at Xue Ziying: "Are you from Nanzhao?"
Xue Ziying looked at him expressionlessly and nodded slightly.
“She…she is not only from Nan…Nan Zhao, but also…also the Princess of Nan Zhao…” Wen Heyun was terrified by the torture of combing and washing, and confessed everything, “His Highness Prince Jin…His Highness Prince Jin said that no one can discover her identity, otherwise…otherwise…”
Yan Yang squinted at Xue Ziying and asked again, "Are you a princess?"
Xue Ziying remained silent for a moment, then nodded gently once more.
Yan Yang clicked his tongue. This was interesting; rescuing someone had resulted in rescuing a princess from an enemy country.
"Did the Prince of Jin say how this woman ended up in Pei Yi'an's hands?" Yan Yang continued to ask. "Did someone in Nanzhao reach an agreement with Pei Yi'an?"
"I don't know!" Wen Heyun shook his head frantically. "I really... I really don't know! Your Highness, please spare me! I'm not lying! I... I... I really didn't lie..."
Yan Yang pondered for a moment, then turned to the jailer and gestured for him to take Wen Heyun back to his cell: "Find a military doctor to treat his injuries, don't let him die."
"yes."
Yan Yang looked at the girl in front of him, raised his hand to brush aside her loose hair, and carefully examined her face. He had to admit that she was very beautiful, with a small face the size of a palm, fair skin, big eyes, and a straight nose... Each of her features was good on its own, and together they were not ugly.
He looked thin and frail, as if he could be blown away by the wind, but there was an indescribable stubbornness and resilience in his eyes and brows.
Thinking about what those little girls said.
Because Xue Ziying refused to give in, she suffered the most.
"I didn't expect you to have such backbone." Yan Yang squatted down. "Come on."
Xue Ziying didn't say anything, she just looked at him, and then, just like before, she put her arms around his neck and was carried by him towards the outside of the prison.
"I'll treat your injuries tonight and give you a good rest. Tell me tomorrow which prince of Nanzhao you are the daughter of," Yan Yang said. "Don't lie to me, or I'll let you experience the tortures of the imperial prison."
Xue Ziying didn't speak, but simply rested quietly on his shoulder, her beautiful eyes gazing in an unknown direction, her expression devoid of any emotion.
This day was busy, from morning till night.
When they left the imperial prison, it was already nightfall.
Dark clouds accompanied the night wind, and there was a gloomy atmosphere in the air.
Yan Yang looked up at the dark night sky, thinking that there would probably be a heavy rain tomorrow.
Back at the Prince Ming's residence, he settled Xue Ziying in a side room of the main courtyard and ordered the head maid to select two maids to serve her: "She is injured, so be careful not to frighten her."
This was the first time he had brought a woman home.
She carried the baby back herself, and the head maid of the Ming Prince's mansion was overjoyed. She quickly agreed, feeling that the prince's happy event was not far away.
The palace is finally no longer deserted. Once there is a mistress and two young masters, it will soon become lively.
Yan Yang was unaware of what the old woman was thinking or what she expected. After settling Xue Ziying in, he rode alone to the Prince of Yan's residence.
The Prince of Yan's residence was shrouded in the tranquil night.
Yan Yang arrived at an inopportune time; Yan Cang was having dinner with Chu Yun Jin.
Hearing that Yan Yang had something to discuss, Chu Yunjin subconsciously said, "Second Brother hasn't had dinner yet, has he? Let's ask him to come and sit down and have some together."
Yan Cang glanced at her.
Chu Yunjin was a little confused by his gaze and blinked: "Is that not allowed?"
Yan Cang frowned slightly. "I'll go to the study in the front and be back soon."
After saying that, he turned and walked out.
Chu Yunjin sat alone for a while before belatedly realizing that it seemed inconvenient for outsiders to enter the inner courtyard, and Yan Cang probably didn't like others disturbing their private time.
Well, the domineering prince's personality is meant to be domineering.
She smiled, pushed aside her chopsticks, and decided to reward Yan Cang for his hard work tonight and continue their baby-making plan.
After instructing Ade to prepare clean clothes and bath supplies, Chu Yunjin got up to take a bath.
She needs to get pregnant soon so she can rescue the Imperial Concubine.
If we have another baby later, the Imperial Concubine can enjoy the pleasure of being a grandchild. That way, she probably won't blame me anymore.
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