Chapter 54 He is the Emperor of Dayan Dynasty
The iron chain was untied, and Shen Zhejiang lost his support, but as he fell, two jailers held his shoulders on both sides.
The bamboo and wood rustled, and a pliers appeared in front of Shen Zhejiang.
"It is only natural that a son should pay for his father's debt. Since Shen Jinmo is dead, you will confess your faults to this prefect on his behalf. Kneel down."
Magistrate Yang flicked his sleeves, turned around, sat down on the armchair that the jailer had moved to the front of the trial table, and leisurely crossed his legs.
Shen Zhejiang refused to kneel, and said disdainfully: "You are seeking revenge for your personal gain."
Prefect Yang sneered: "So what? Even if the news gets out, people will only say that I was impartial and interrogated the criminals who refused to confess. Besides, in this world... Without further ado, torture!"
Two jailers pushed Shen Zhejiang to the ground. Shen Zhejiang held on and refused to give in. The jailer then kicked him on the knee. He could not stand steadily for a while and would rather fall down than kneel.
The narrow and fair ten fingers were forced through the gaps between the bamboo and wood, and the rope was suddenly tightened and squeezed out of shape.
Shen Zhejiang suddenly widened his eyes and his breathing suddenly stopped.
Then, piercing pain spread to every muscle in his body almost instantly. He clenched his teeth to drown out the muffled sound of pain in his throat, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
pain......
Xiao Zhinian, I'm in so much pain...
Can you hear me?
The cold sweat soaked Shen Zhejiang's forehead and eyelashes. Dimly, he seemed to see Xiao Zhinian who was also being tortured. His expression was hideous and he was in extreme pain.
"Little New Year..."
Magistrate Yang took the hot tea that the jailer had brewed anew, lifted the lid of the cup, and drank the tea while appreciating the scene in front of him, as if he was in the opera house watching a good and enjoyable play.
"What a nice pair of hands, playing the piano, painting, and writing, Shen Caizi, I'm afraid you won't be able to do these in the future."
The jealous hatred was temporarily relieved by the increasingly thick smell of blood in the air. He felt more relaxed than ever before. He even sniffed it greedily and felt refreshed.
What are the shortcomings?
"I am not so unkind. You look like you have pleased me. So I will be merciful this time and let you meet your lover," Yang nodded to the jailer guarding the prison door, "Go, bring him here."
The bamboo and wood loosened, and Shen Zhejiang seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He was covered in sweat, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water.
His lips moved and he murmured, "Xiao Nian..."
A man was pushed into the prison, his head covered with a black cloth bag, his prison uniform stained with blood, his legs and feet unable to move, his tendons and veins broken, he lay lifelessly on the ground, unable to utter a sound.
"Xiao Nian! Xiao Zhinian!"
Shen Zhejiang's heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, which was a thousand times more painful than the torture he had just endured. He no longer cared about being upright, and with both arms propped up on the ground, he moved towards Xiao Zhinian, leaving a long trail of blood under his crooked body.
"Ahem...Xiao Nian, say something..."
Just one step away, the distance was so close, but I couldn't hold on any longer.
The grief that surged in his chest was like a river or an ocean, drowning him.
Shen Zhejiang gritted his teeth, stretched out his bloody hands, and tremblingly reached out to Xiao Zhinian, who was as quiet as death.
One inch left...
My vision became blurry, as if covered by a layer of mist.
He couldn't hold it back any longer, and finally, a sob broke out from his throat, like a tear of blood.
"Xiao Nian...please promise me..."
The moment the fingertips touched the corner of Xiao Zhinian's clothes, a foot suddenly kicked Xiao Zhinian away and kicked him away like a polo ball.
Everything in front of him was completely blocked by the fluttering corners of the crimson official uniform.
Shen Zhejiang froze.
Prefect Yang looked down at them with a fierce and triumphant tone, saying, "What a pair of star-crossed lovers, this prefect really enjoyed watching them."
"He is the emperor of the Dayan Dynasty. How could you...how could you treat him like this?"
Shen Zhejiang choked with sobs, staring blankly at the position where Xiao Zhinian had just been.
Prefect Yang snorted coldly, "Just him? A brat who is still wet behind the ears. If he had not contributed to the death of my nephew, I would not have been so cruel. What a pity."
"......"
"By the way," Prefect Yang squatted down, grabbed Shen Zhejiang's hair, exposed his face, pinched his neck, and said with a smile, "This prefect sees that you are quite pretty, seven points more beautiful than Ziyun, and you really pity me when you cry. How about this, after this period of time, this prefect will take you as a concubine, and I don't mind you being toyed with by that kid. Shen Jinmo has offended this prefect, and this prefect will take it back from the son he raised with his own hands. It's not too much, just poke out these eyes, so that this prefect can taste what it's like to be the top scholar in bed."
People from the same family resemble each other; they are equally filthy and obscene.
Shen Zhejiang didn't listen to his words at all. He was only thinking about Xiao Zhinian, and tears were rolling in his eyes.
Prefect Yang did not get the reaction he expected from his words and felt that they were meaningless, so he left Shen Zhejiang, stood up, and threw the confession away.
"If you can't sign, then just sign it."
The paper full of nonsense fell lightly on Shen Zhejiang's back.
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