Author: Liuyun Hairpin

In the dungeon, Song Qing'an's eyes were extremely bright, and the shadows of the four-cornered lamps and candles flickered in her eyes. Her ordinary face glowed with extraordinary brilliance because of her eyes.

A soft voice sounded among them, carrying an inexplicable and determined power.

"From now on, if Mu Zhi hates someone, I will hate him."

"Snapped!"

This whip was extremely sharp, actually stronger than the previous two whips. Song Qingan's pupils shrank slightly, he unconsciously took half a step back, and bumped into the arms of the person behind him.

Of course, this was not something Song Qingan did by himself. When she finished saying that, Pei Qing took her hand holding the whip, poured in her inner strength, and led her to give her a hard whip.

Thanks to Pei Qing's internal strength, Song Qing'an's tiger mouth was not shattered. However, her arm lost its strength due to the whip, her fingers were slightly loose, and the whip fell to the ground.

Pei Qing hugged her in time, and pressed his palms on her shoulders to slowly inject inner strength. Song Qing'an felt a warm current rushing through his arms, and the fatigue and numbness dissipated.

"Such dirty things should not be done by a princess."

Pei Qing spoke calmly and took out another brocade handkerchief to wipe Song Qing'an's hands carefully.

Song Qingan pursed his lips and smiled, and said warmly: "As long as I can help Mu Zhi."

Pei Qing moved for a moment, then turned her around and took a deep look at her.

Somehow, Pei Qing felt that Song Qingan's mask was very annoying at this time.

Ugly.

Pei Qing thought expressionlessly, her true appearance was pleasing to the eye. If Song Qingan had used her face to say what he just said...

Pei Qing's face was calm and she let go of Song Qing'an's hand.

"Princess, be careful what you say."

He ignored Song Qing'an and walked towards the wooden frame. The man had been silent for a long time. Pei Qing probed a few inches under his nose to confirm that he still had some faint breath.

"It's a tough life."

He mocked, and violently inserted the silver needle into the man's acupuncture point with one hand.

This was considered as forcing him to wake up. Pei Qing stood in front of him with his hands folded. His black robe and jade belt were not messy at all, which was in sharp contrast to the bloody and embarrassed man.

In this dark dungeon, Pei Qing seemed overly dignified, but his dignity was even more terrifying.

"Still don't want to... tell who your master is?"

Pei Qing said slowly, clearly in a gentle tone, but with an invisible oppression.

Song Qingan frowned and retreated into the shadows.

In order to prevent people from committing suicide, the people in Dongchang had already removed the man's chin. Pei Qing raised his hand, and a figure appeared again in the empty corridor.

In addition to the original eunuch, there were two more people who were bound.

They were pushed into the prison. At Pei Qing's signal, the eunuch took the cloth balls out of several people's mouths.

"Brother!"

Tears were streaming down the woman's face, and she let out a cry of sadness as soon as she could speak. Song Qing'an glanced at it and saw that the man on the wooden frame moved.

She hid aside and no one noticed her. Their eyes were all on Pei Qing in the middle.

There were several children among the people brought by Dongchang. Seeing such a horrific scene, they were so frightened that they stopped crying. Their eyes widened and they looked ahead in shock and fear.

Pei Qing used her inner strength to activate the long whip on the ground, held the whip in her hand again, and slowly approached those people.

Although several people were tied and kneeling on the ground, they struggled back subconsciously when Pei Qing was there. Unfortunately, there were Dongchang factory guards behind them, and they were held in place unable to move, with despair flashing in their eyes.

The barb on the whip made a harsh sound as it dragged on the ground, making people's scalp numb. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Song Qing'an simply leaned against the wall with her arms folded, watching coldly.

The man on the wooden frame struggled visibly. Pei Qing looked back and threw the whip to a factory guard.

He did not close the whip, so the barb inevitably scratched a child's face, leaving a horrific bloody mark.

The child finally started to cry because of the pain. He started crying, and the other children also started crying. The harsh crying echoed in this small space, which made people have a headache.

Pei Qing murmured in his mouth, as if talking to himself or deliberately telling the other person: "Who should start first?"

The malice in his words was difficult to ignore, and the man actually made a sound for the first time. It sounded like a roar and a plea, but Pei Qing ignored it and nodded to the woman.

"Just her."

The factory guard was not one to show mercy to women, so he immediately whipped her. The woman screamed in pain, and the skin and flesh on her back split, but her clothes were still intact.

With this sound, the man on the wooden frame was shocked as if he had been whipped.

Song Qing'an slowly walked out of the darkness. A factory guard noticed her, but remembering that the palm print allowed this person to enter before, he didn't care what Song Qing'an was going to do.

She walked under the wooden frame, looked up, and found that the man was looking forward with his eyes open and his body trembling slightly.

"Are they your relatives?"

Song Qing'an raised his head and asked softly. The man's eyes moved over and when he saw her outfit, he remained silent.

Song Qing'an was not annoyed, and still said kindly: "I can help you save them, but... you have to give us what we want."

His gaze suddenly became so sharp that it could almost penetrate Song Qing'an. Song Qing'an became more and more certain that this person was definitely not an eunuch from the needlework bureau. It was strange that Pei Qing paid so much attention to him.

This is obviously a figure similar to a dead soldier. The person behind it placed him in an inconspicuous position in the palace with ulterior motives.

"Don't you believe what I said?" Song Qing'an raised his lips and smiled, his ordinary face showing a sense of evil for no reason.

"But you'd better think clearly. Now that you are alone and helpless, the only one who can possibly help you is me."

Song Qingan's hand pointed at him, then pointed at himself again.

"As long as you tell me, I can protect them from death."

Song Qing'an came closer and stood on tiptoe and said to him: "If you don't tell them, they will be hurt by you. I know you are worried that even if you tell them, Pei Zhangyin will still be silenced, right?"

Song Qingan raised his lips and smiled: "You'd better believe me, because only I... can save them."

"Liu...Liu..."

The man finally spoke, his voice extremely hoarse and difficult to distinguish.

Song Qingan stopped laughing and looked solemn: "What did you say?"

"Xuan...Liu..."

He obviously had little strength, and his jaw was removed, making it extremely difficult to distinguish what he said. Song Qingan turned his head and met Pei Qing's eyes.

Since she started talking to that person, Pei Qing gave no more orders. But the crying of those children was so loud that it almost drowned out Song Qingan's whisper.

Pei Qing looked at Song Qing'an and met her eyes.

Then the factory guards saw the inconspicuous little eunuch curling his fingers towards their palm prints.

The factory guards' expressions suddenly became gloomy, staring at the little eunuch's face, as if they wanted to write it down so they could remove it later.

Pei Qing moved her feet and walked towards Song Qing'an in front of everyone's surprised eyes.

"What's up?"

"Lord Palm Seal, he did it."

Song Qingan deliberately pinched his throat and made a flattering gesture, which made Pei Qing narrow his eyes.

"You want to protect them?"

Pei Qing didn't pay attention to these words, looked down at Song Qing'an and asked.

"Master Zhang Yin has heard everything, can you agree?"

The corner of Pei Qing's lips curled up: "If you enter the Prison Department, no one can get out alive."

"Do you think we can make an exception for our family?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, Master Zhangyin misunderstood."

Song Qing'an smiled ingratiatingly, but used his body to cover his face and quietly grabbed Pei Qing's sleeve.

"Everything... naturally depends on Master Zhangyin's wishes."

Song Qing'an smiled, but his hand went in along the sleeve, and his fingertips gently slid on the back of his hand.
Chapter completed!