Chapter 341 A Special Taste, Where Does It Feel Uncomfortable?
Zhao Minghong sat in the executioner's seat, with the executioner sitting next to him preparing to record the confession.
He raised his hand to straighten the sleeves of his dark blue prince's robe, then put his legs up on the table in front of him. His right hand was still injured and wrapped in a tight white bandage with uniform gaps between the strips of cloth.
However, wrapping it too many times makes it look clumsy and also affects the movement of this hand.
It was obvious at a glance that this was not the work of an imperial physician, but rather something carefully and meticulously done by someone.
Zhao Minghong spoke up to stop the warden.
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He tossed the red porcelain bottle he had been playing with in his left hand over, sending it arcing through the air, and said, "Use this for him first."
The warden took it and held it in his hand, saying, "Your Highness is so thoughtful. This is medicine to stop the bleeding, isn't it?"
He asked one more question, after all, if the bleeding from that wound couldn't be stopped, it could be fatal.
Zhao Minghong scoffed, not looking up, and gently stroked the bandage on his right hand.
He said sarcastically, "Does he even deserve it?"
It wasn't to stop the bleeding. Judging from Prince Yong's reaction, it seemed like he wanted to tear Su Fengyue to pieces. But before a confession could be obtained, the warden hesitated and asked, "Then what is this...?"
In the dark prison cell, Zhao Minghong raised his head, his eyes gleaming coldly like a wolf in the night.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Prince Yong received the emperor's decree, giving him full authority over the case of Su Fengyue. The warden dared not say another word and immediately led six jailers to drag Su Fengyue out of the cell.
From a powerful official in Northern Lebanon whom everyone fawned over to a villain whom everyone hated, it only took one night.
Su Fengyue's hands and feet were shackled, and his mouth was gagged with cloth, all to prevent him from committing suicide out of fear of punishment.
The crime of treason is the most serious offense.
Even if Prince Yong wasn't present to oversee the execution, the officials in the prison wouldn't give this former high-ranking official a friendly look.
They removed the shackles and tied the man to the rack.
Su Fengyue's white hair was disheveled, and his body was covered with dry grass leaves. When he saw Prince Yong appear, he made two sarcastic noises, and then closed his eyes as if he were facing death.
"Hold his head down."
The warden gave the order, then pulled out the stopper from the red porcelain bottle, intending to drag the rag out of Su Fengyue's mouth.
Zhao Minghong's voice came from two meters away.
"Who said this is meant to be ingested?"
The warden paused, then turned around.
Zhao Ming raised his hand, his eyes sweeping over to Chang Lu standing behind him. He quickly walked over and whispered something in the warden's ear.
The warden nearly dropped the small porcelain bottle, his eyes widening in shock; it was the first time he had ever heard of such torture.
Putting aside the fact that castration was once an unheard-of punishment for a high-ranking official of the imperial court, it was already unheard of.
Now, they're using this method to deal with Su Fengyue, this old man who's already quite advanced in years.
Not to mention this dynasty, even the previous dynasty never tortured criminal officials like this.
What deep-seated hatred did Prince Yong have with Su Fengyue...?
Chang Lu reminded him, "Don't dawdle, or the prince will get angry."
The warden quickly handed the medicine bottle to the two guards, gave them a few instructions, and took two steps back.
The jailer began to pour the pink liquid onto the lower part of the prisoner's uniform. Because the drug was extremely potent, the reaction occurred almost instantly.
Su Fengyue's face turned an unnatural red, sweat beaded on his forehead, the sounds he made in his throat grew louder, and the iron chains binding his hands and feet rattled as he struggled.
He had already realized what they were going to do to him.
Chang Lu explained with a smile, "This was specially ordered by the Prince to be found by the Imperial Kitchen for the Prime Minister. I heard that it can slice meat as thin as a cicada's wing."
The jailer picked up the thin blade, and the old man trembled all over, sweat dripping from his forehead in fear.
"Let the Prime Minister show off his prowess and experience some special flavor. Back when I was castrated, I never enjoyed such a good thing."
After saying that, he waved his hand to order the jailers to get to work.
The warden turned his eyes away; as a man himself, he couldn't bear to watch that scene.
A heart-wrenching roar echoed throughout the prison, sounding less like a human voice and more like that of a wild beast that had lost its mind and could not even die.
Before he could even slice off a few pieces, Su Fengyue fell silent and fainted from the pain.
"Useless old thing."
Zhao Minghong then got up and walked closer, glancing at the bloody mess on the plate.
“He’s lost so much blood, make him some ginseng soup to help him recover. Oh, and don’t forget to add these things in as well.”
The warden was speechless, and his lips turned white.
This isn't 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 to wake the person up when he had other tricks up his sleeve. This was just the beginning.
A eunuch from the Prince's residence entered, sweating profusely. He bowed before Prince Yong and said, "Your Highness, Her Highness the Princess is waiting for you at the residence."
Zhao Minghong asked impatiently, "What is Qingyun doing here?"
The eunuch replied, "They said it's because the prince consort is going to Longzhou, and they're very anxious about it."
Zhao Minghong spent most of the day in the imperial prison, dealing with Su Fengyue was his most pressing matter, and he was unaware of what had happened in the previous dynasty.
"What's the rush? We can talk about it after I finish what I'm doing."
The eunuch thought to himself, "Just as Princess Qingyun predicted." Following the princess's instructions, he continued, "Your Highness, there's one more thing..."
Zhao Minghong said, "If you're not going to listen, get out!"
The eunuch remembered Princess Qingyun's instructions: if Prince Yong did not return, he should bring up another person.
He forced himself to speak and said, "The princess's belly—oh, Your Highness, I haven't finished yet!"
Zhao Minghong took a step and left, with Chang Lu jogging behind to catch up. On the way back, Prince Yong sent Chang Lu out again to find someone.
*
In Prince Yong's Mansion.
Tao Wanyin and Princess Qingyun sat facing each other, their eyes meeting, an awkward silence hanging in the air.
Although they are sisters-in-law, Qingyun is of princess status.
Tao Wanyin was always polite and courteous. She wasn't made of wood or stone; she could sense Qingyun's dislike for her.
She said softly, "Princess, the prince is on a mission assigned by the Emperor and may take a while. Why don't you go to the side room to rest first?"
Qingyun said listlessly, "I'll just wait here, I'm not going anywhere."
Tao Wanyin could only continue to keep them company in the front hall, but she was bored sitting there for a long time, so she picked up the embroidery hoop next to her and quietly began to embroider something.
When Zhao Minghong strode in, flicking his sleeves, he was too anxious to see clearly what Tao Wanyin was doing.
Qingyun stood up and said pitifully, "Third Brother." But this did not evoke any pity from his elder brother.
Zhao Minghong ignored her and walked to the person on the other side, anxiously asking, "Where do you feel unwell? When did it start?"
He knew Tao Wanyin's temperament well; she kept everything to herself.
Unless it's extremely painful, one won't easily cry out in pain.
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