Chapter 79 Torture in Imperial Prison
As they walked out of the Xuanzheng Hall, the three brothers had different expressions.
The Prince of Jin was pale and ashen, his eyes filled with a sense of desolation and despair at the loss of all hope. When he looked at Yan Cang and Yan Yang, he made no attempt to hide the gloom and resentment in his eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Fifth Brother?" Yan Yang raised an eyebrow, his handsome eyes bright and clear, a stark contrast to his cold-blooded methods. "The Princess Consort of Jin was lost in your own residence; it has nothing to do with us. Wen Heyun is corrupt and has committed many cruel and perverse acts. Prime Minister Wen and his wife knew what their son had done, yet they never stopped him. And then there's Fifth Brother's messy relationships with his wives and concubines, and his constant efforts to ruin the Princess Consort of Yan's reputation and sow discord between Fourth Brother and his wife... As your brother, I must say, you and the Wen family are truly birds of a feather."
The Prince of Jin gritted his teeth, his face alternating between pale and flushed.
He knew he had been utterly defeated in this confrontation.
From the moment his father decided to suspend the prime minister and temporarily appoint Yan Cang to take over the Six Ministries, he had already guessed his father's intentions.
The Emperor clearly wanted the Prince of Yan to be the Crown Prince.
A monarch doesn't necessarily have to be good at fighting, but he must be good at handling government affairs, which is why his father put him in charge of the Six Ministries.
Even if he couldn't directly establish a crown prince due to the military order, if he drafted an edict to allow Yan Cang to succeed him after his death, what would the officials in the court dare to say?
To wield military power and become the Grand Marshal of all the armies in the land.
He temporarily assumed the power of prime minister and took charge of the six ministries.
Father Emperor is really not afraid that Yan Cang will usurp his throne.
The Prince of Jin left with a cold expression.
He will not accept his fate; he will never accept it.
Yan Yang withdrew his gaze and looked down at the woman who was clinging tightly to him, feeling troubled for the first time in his life.
He looked at Yan Cang: "If I were to entrust her to the care of the Princess of Yan, would you agree?"
"I'm busy." Yan Cang turned and left, not intending to take on any trouble. "Whoever rescued her can take care of her."
His relationship with the princess had only recently improved; how could he possibly have time to take care of a sickly woman?
Yan Yang's lips twitched: "I saved so many people, do you expect me to take them all to the Ming Prince's Mansion to look after them?"
Does he still need to do his job?
However, Yan Yang found it really strange.
He was aware of the image he had always projected to the outside world.
The noble ladies of the capital all regarded him as a living Yama, and there were those who took the initiative to throw themselves into his arms, but once they heard that he was in charge of the Imperial Prison, they wished they could keep their distance.
This was the first time she had clung to his neck and wouldn't let go after learning his identity.
Yan Yang held the woman's slender waist in his arms.
Although he was very thin and didn't weigh much, it was still not a good thing for him to be hanging on like that, as it seriously affected his dignity as the King of Hell.
Yan Yang stood in front of the hall for a moment, then looked down at the little girl in his arms: "How about I take you to the imperial prison and let you see how the person who bullied you was punished?"
He thought the trembling little girl wouldn't respond, so he supported her buttocks with one hand and was about to walk down the steps when he saw the girl in his arms nod almost imperceptibly.
Yan Yang paused, almost thinking he was seeing things.
"You just nodded?" he asked in a low voice, his eyes lowered. "You want to go to the imperial prison?"
She nodded slightly again.
Although it wasn't very obvious, it did respond.
Yan Yang found it quite strange.
Such a cowardly little thing dared to go to the imperial prison.
Does she not know what the Imperial Prison is?
She had been enduring so many days in the Wen family's backyard. Her injuries looked serious, but they wouldn't be fatal for the time being. Let's take her to the imperial prison to vent her anger first. Once she felt better, we can clean up her injuries and she'll recover faster.
The woman in his arms was named Xue Ziying.
The origin of the name is still unclear. Yan Yang learned it from the mouths of the abused girls. He remembers walking into the room and being suddenly grabbed by the legs. He almost kicked the person out on his own instinct.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and pulled his foot back.
Then I looked down and saw her timid eyes and pale little hands.
She hugged his legs and just watched him quietly.
He crouched down, intending to ask her a few questions, but she beat him to it, hugging his neck tightly and refusing to let go. No matter what he asked, she remained silent.
He tried to pull her off his arms, but she clung to him tightly with both hands.
Despite his frail and weak body, he had incredible strength.
He was afraid that if he used even a little force, he would break her slender arm. He could only let her be. He told himself that this was not out of pity for her, but because these girls were evidence of Wen Heyun's evil deeds.
Now that he had rescued them, he naturally couldn't hurt them himself.
I never imagined that this hug would last this long.
Yan Yang took Xue Ziying out of the palace and went to the imperial prison.
When his subordinates in the imperial prison saw him like this, they all stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that the cold-blooded and ruthless King Yama was actually carrying a woman in his arms—yes, not in his arms, but wrapped around him like vines, making the scene extremely bizarre.
"Your Highness, who is this young lady...?"
Yan Yang said calmly, "Don't pry into things that have nothing to do with you."
"yes."
Where is Wen Heyun?
"Your Highness, I will take you there."
Yan Yang entered the imperial prison and walked to the place where Wen Heyun was imprisoned.
"Has torture been used?"
"He was given forty lashes to warm him up."
"Bring the person out and tie them up."
"yes."
The two henchmen quickened their pace, went into one of the cells, and ignoring Wen Heyun's terrified screams and struggles, roughly dragged him out.
Wen Heyun was quickly tied to a tall and sturdy rack. Behind the rack, on the wall, were various whips and other instruments of torture, a sight that chilled the heart.
Xue Ziying leaned on Yan Yang's shoulder without saying a word, her eyes quietly surveying the various cells and the terrifying instruments of torture on the walls, seemingly without any fear.
Yan Yang found it strange and turned his head to meet her eyes: "Aren't you afraid?"
Xue Ziying bit her lip, staring at him with her dark eyes, without saying a word.
Yan Yang smiled, picked her up, and walked to Wen Heyun. He said casually, "Wen Heyun, do you know who this woman in my arms is?"
When Wen Heyun saw Yan Yang, he was terrified: "Let me out! Your Highness, I...I didn't do anything, please let me out..."
Yan Yang frowned and took a step back in disgust: "Shut his mouth and warm him up a bit more."
"yes."
The jailer pulled a red-hot branding iron from the charcoal brazier next to him and slowly approached Wen Heyun. Wen Heyun turned pale with fright and let out a terrified scream through his gagged mouth.
"It's still early." Yan Yang smiled slightly, a harmless smile. "We've tried everything you said to those women in the backyard on you tonight."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the red-hot branding iron was cruelly and mercilessly pressed onto Wen Heyun's shoulder. The flesh beneath his thin prison clothes sizzled, and Wen Heyun let out a piercing howl of pain: "Awooo—"
Yan Yang turned his head to look at the little girl in his arms and was surprised to find that she actually had a pair of bright eyes open, staring at Wen Heyun without blinking, as if she had seen something new and interesting.
A strange feeling arose in Yan Yang's heart.
He tentatively asked, "Do you want to play?"
The little girl's gaze fell hesitantly on his face, as if asking: Can I play too?
Yan Yang was momentarily unsure whether the excitement in her eyes was genuine or just his imagination.
But the hands that were wrapped around his neck slowly loosened.
She slid off his arms like a little eel, walked step by step toward the jailer holding the branding iron, and then reached out her hand to him.
The jailer was stunned, then turned to look at Yan Yang.
Yan Yang nodded thoughtfully.
The jailer handed the handle of the branding iron to Xue Ziying.
Xue Ziying walked up to Wen Heyun, removed the dirty handkerchief from his mouth and threw it aside. Holding the scorching hot iron, she slowly approached Wen Heyun's other shoulder.
"Xue Ziying, you bitch!" Wen Heyun screamed in agony, the pain mixed with fear, her insults turning into pleas for mercy, "Xue Ziying, I was wrong! You...you don't come any closer, I beg you! You...you don't come any closer, don't come any closer..."
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