Chapter 341: It feels special, where do you feel uncomfortable?
Zhao Minghong sat in the position supervising the execution, and next to him sat the chief judge who was preparing to record the confession.
He raised his hand to adjust the sleeves of his navy blue prince's robe, then put his legs on the table in front of him. The wound on his right hand had not healed yet and was wrapped tightly with a white bandage, with the gaps between the strips of cloth being consistent.
But there are too many circles, it looks bulky and affects the movement of the hand.
It was obvious at first glance that it was not the technique of an imperial physician, but was done carefully and meticulously by someone else.
Zhao Minghong spoke up to stop the warden.
"etc."
He threw the red porcelain bottle he had been playing with in his left hand over, throwing it in an arc in the air and said, "Use this on him first."
The warden took it and held it in his hand and said, "Your Majesty is really careful. Is this medicine to stop the bleeding?"
He asked one more question. After all, if the bleeding from the wound could not be stopped, it would be fatal.
Zhao Minghong sneered, without looking up, and gently stroked the bandage on his right hand.
He said sarcastically, "Does he deserve it?"
It's not to stop the bleeding. Judging from Prince Yong's reaction, it seems that he wants to cut Su Fengyue into pieces. But before he can confess, the warden hesitated and said, "Then this is..."
In the dark prison, Zhao Minghong raised his head, his eyes shining coldly like a wolf in the cold night.
“Stop talking nonsense!”
Prince Yong received the emperor's decree and was fully responsible for the Su Fengyue case. The warden did not dare to say anything more and immediately led six jailers to trot out of the cell to drag Su Fengyue out.
It only took one night for him to go from being a popular official of Beili to a hated thief.
Su Fengyue's hands and feet were shackled and his mouth was stuffed with cloth, for fear that he would commit suicide out of fear of punishment.
The crime of treason is the most serious crime.
Even if Prince Yong was not present to supervise the execution, the people in the prison department would not have a good face towards this former high-ranking official.
They removed the shackles and tied the man to the rack.
Su Fengyue's gray hair was disheveled, and his body was covered with dry grass leaves. When he saw Prince Yong appear, he whimpered twice in a sarcastic manner, and then closed his eyes as if he was ready to die.
"Hold his head."
The warden ordered, then uncorked the red porcelain bottle and was about to pull the rag out of Su Fengyue's mouth.
Zhao Minghong's voice came from a distance of two meters.
"Who said this is to be taken orally?"
The warden paused and turned back.
Zhao Mingyang raised his hand and glanced at Chang Lu who was standing behind him. He walked over quickly and whispered something in the warden's ear.
The warden's hand almost dropped the small porcelain bottle, his eyes shook in shock, it was the first time he had heard of such torture.
Not to mention, it was unheard of to castrate an official who was once a first-rank official in the imperial court.
Now, this method has to be used to deal with Su Fengyue, an old man.
Not to mention this dynasty, even the previous dynasty had never tortured criminal officials like this.
What deep hatred does Prince Yong have with Su Fengyue...
Chang Lu reminded: "Don't dawdle, or the prince will get angry."
The warden quickly handed the medicine bottle to the two jailers, gave them a few instructions, and then took two steps back.
The jailer started to work, pouring the pink liquid inside onto the prisoner's lower body under his uniform. Because the drug was extremely strong, the reaction occurred almost instantly.
Su Fengyue's face turned abnormally red, sweat oozed from his forehead, the sound coming out of his throat became much louder, and the chains on his hands and feet rattled because of his struggle.
He had realized what they were going to do to him.
Chang Lu explained with a smile: "This is what the prince specifically ordered me to find for the prime minister in the imperial kitchen. I heard that the slices of meat can be as thin as a cicada's wing."
The jailer picked up the thin blade. The old man's whole body was shaking and sweat was dripping from his forehead with fear.
"Let the Prime Minister show off his virility and experience something special. When I was cleansed, I didn't get to enjoy such good things."
After saying this, he waved his hand and ordered the jailers to start work.
The warden turned his eyes away. As a man himself, he couldn't bear to watch that kind of scene.
A heart-wrenching roar echoed throughout the imperial prison. It did not sound like the sound of a human, but more like the sound of a wild beast that had lost its mind and could not even die.
Before he had peeled off a few slices, Su Fengyue lost his voice and fainted from the pain.
"A useless old thing."
Zhao Minghong then stood up and walked closer, taking a look at the bloody mess on the plate.
"He has lost so much blood. You should make some ginseng soup to nourish him. Oh, and don't forget to add these things as well."
The warden was speechless and his lips turned white.
This is not a prince, this is the living King of Hell.
Zhao Minghong walked back to the table and sat down. He was about to ask Chang Lu to splash salt water on the man to wake him up. He had also prepared other tricks. This was just the beginning.
A eunuch from the palace came in, sweating profusely, and bowed before Prince Yong, saying, "Your Highness, the princess wants to see you for something, and is waiting for you at the palace."
Zhao Minghong asked impatiently, "What is Qingyun doing here?"
The eunuch replied, "He said he was very anxious because his husband was going to Longzhou."
Zhao Minghong has stayed in the imperial prison for most of the day. Dealing with Su Fengyue is his most important task at the moment. He doesn't know what happened in the previous dynasty.
"What's the rush? It won't be too late to talk about it after I finish the things I have on hand."
The eunuch thought that it was just as Princess Qingyun had expected. He followed the princess' instructions and continued, "Your Highness, there is one more thing..."
Zhao Minghong said: "If you don't want to listen, get out!"
The eunuch remembered Princess Qingyun's instructions that if Prince Yong did not come back, he would move in another person.
He gritted his teeth and said, "The princess's belly—Hey, my lord, I haven't finished talking yet!"
Zhao Minghong started walking, and Chang Lu trotted after him. On the way back, Prince Yong sent Chang Lu out to find someone else.
*
In Prince Yong’s palace.
Tao Wanyin and Princess Qingyun sat opposite each other, their eyes met, and there was awkwardness in the air.
Although they are sisters-in-law, Qingyun is the princess.
Tao Wanyin has always been polite. She is not a blade of grass and can sense that Qingyun dislikes her.
She said softly, "Princess, the prince is going to do the errand assigned by the emperor. It may take a while. Why don't you go to the side room and rest first?"
Qingyun said gloomily, "I'll just wait here and won't go anywhere."
Tao Wanyin could only continue to accompany him in the front hall, but she was bored after sitting for a long time, so she picked up the embroidery frame beside her and lowered her head to embroider something quietly.
When Zhao Minghong strode in, swinging his sleeves, he was too anxious to see clearly what Tao Wanyin was doing.
Qingyun stood up and said pitifully, "Third brother." But it did not arouse any sympathy from the brother.
Zhao Minghong passed her by and walked towards the person on the other side, anxiously asking, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? How did it start?"
He knew Tao Wanyin's temper well, and she kept everything to herself.
If it doesn't hurt, you won't cry out in pain easily.
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