Mo Sang fell to the ground and looked at Su Xiyan in horror. He was so anxious that tears almost came down his face. He knelt in front of Su Xiyan and kowtowed vigorously: "I beg you to be merciful, empress to be merciful..."
The sound of Mo Sang's head hitting the ground struck hard on Su Xiyan's heart. She had never been a cruel person. Even though her face was cold, her heart was soft. When she saw bright red blood stains on the ground out of the corner of her eye,
At this time, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, slowly closed her eyes, sighed softly and said: "Go out. Shu Hui Cui?"
Mo Sang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at Su Xiyan. Then he understood, and a happy smile appeared on his face. The blood on his forehead slowly flowed down his cheek, which looked shocking. However, she didn't care at all and stood up with a smile.
He said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for showing me kindness. I will resign."
"The master really knows the temper of the empress well." After walking out of the palace door, Mo Sang muttered quietly, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and casually wiped the wet blood on his face and forehead without even frowning.
"Moissan."
Mo Sang had just left the middle palace and had not taken a few steps when he was stopped by Han Bing from behind.
"General Han, what's the matter?" Mo Sang turned around and looked at Han Bing and said calmly, with a calm expression on his face, completely different from the expression and tone in Su Xiyan's palace just now.
Today Han Bing is no longer just a little prince's bodyguard. Since the day Beitang Si ascended the throne, he has been made a general and has his own independent residence. Therefore, Liuli moved out of Lingxiao Palace.
Mo Sang was just a palace maid, but she didn't bow to the general when she saw him, and she looked directly at Han Bing with an indifferent expression, which shows that her status was extraordinary. Mo Sang was tall and thin, standing next to Han Bing, only taller than him
Half a head shorter.
Han Bing walked to Mo Sang and stood in front of her, his eyes rested on her forehead, his eyes were slightly surprised, and he said: "What's wrong with your forehead?"
Mo Sang's expression did not change, and he simply replied: "I never like lying, and I don't want to tell you, so I refuse to answer."
"It has been ten years, and your temper has not changed at all. No one can win your heart except the master." Han Bing's tone was also light, but it was also self-deprecating. After a pause, he said: "Master, I'm looking for you."
You, please take care of your wounds before you go."
Mo Sang didn't say anything. He raised his eyes and glanced at Han Bing, then walked around him and left.
Han Bing stood there for a moment, looking at the gate of the Central Palace with a frown, then walked quickly to the door and said to the guard at the door: "The emperor has a decree, ordering me to take the queen to the prison, and report it quickly."
"Yes." The guard responded and left quickly.
A moment later, Su Xiyan appeared at the door, looked at Han Bing and asked, "Is Beitangsi finally willing to see me?"
Han Bing's face was a bit ugly, and he looked at Su Xiyan with a complex expression and said: "My dear, there is no need to ask more, I will go with you soon."
Su Xiyan stopped asking and followed Han Bing all the way to the Heavenly Prison. The Heavenly Prison was an underground cell, but because the skylight was open, it was not as dark and damp as imagined, but the smell was a bit unpleasant, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
The smell of rust along with the furniture is nauseating.
Just a few steps into the heavenly prison, several low screams came from Su Xiyan's ears. Su Xiyan's heart trembled, her clenched palms became sweaty, and she walked quickly towards the direction of the sound.
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In the execution room, Beitang Weiyang's hands and feet were shackled with iron chains and tied to the cross. His clothes were already in tatters, his skin and flesh were rolled up, and his blood was dripping. His black hair was messy, his head was drooped, and large beads of sweat were dripping down his cheeks.
into the dust on the ground.
On the left and right sides of the torture rack stood a strong jailer, the whip in his hand turned red with blood.
Beitangsi sat leisurely on the precious chair five steps away from the execution rack. He held a sapphire porcelain tea cup in his hand and took a sip. He looked coldly at the person who had fainted on the execution rack and heard a voice coming from behind him.
There was the sound of hurried footsteps, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Shao Yang!" Su Xiyan stood at the door and saw Beitang Weiyang who was tortured into a human shape. Tears instantly burst into her eyes. She rushed over desperately, but was held tightly by two jailers in front of the torture rack.
Han Bing stood beside Beitangsi and looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly.
"Let me go! Beitangsi, you bastard! Why are you so cruel..." Su Xiyan struggled hard and screamed.
Beitang Si casually threw the teacup in his hand back, and there was a crisp cracking sound. He stood up and slowly walked towards Su Xiyan. He raised his hand and waved away the two jailers, grabbed one of Su Xiyan's wrists and said coldly.
: "I thought you understood my temper. If you offend me, the consequences will be very tragic. I still have many ways to slowly torture him. I will not let him die so easily."
The wrist that Beitangsi grabbed happened to be Su Xiyan's injured left wrist. The wound had not completely healed. When he grabbed it hard, the wound tore open. The white cloth wrapped around her wrist was quickly stained red with blood.
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"What will make you willing to let him go?" Su Xiyan asked through gritted teeth. She knew that he was ruthless and was not threatened. If she treated him with a tough attitude, she would undoubtedly be seeking death.
Beitangsi caught a glimpse of the bright red on her wrist, frowned, and immediately relaxed the strength on her hand, saying in a deep voice: "The wound on your hand is cracked, let me re-apply medicine and bandage for you." After that, he turned around.
He looked at Han Bing and said, "Han Bing, go find Dr. Wen and get the best medicine for your injuries."
"You don't need to pretend to be kind. You can't die from this injury." Su Xiyan broke away from his hand and said coldly, "Let my husband go."
The word "Mr. Xianggong" undoubtedly stung Beitangsi's eardrums. The anger that had just been suppressed suddenly rose again. His eyes became sinister and cruel, and he said to one of the jailers: "Bring salt water!"
Su Xiyan's face instantly turned pale, she opened her arms to block Beitang Weiyang, shook her head in pain and said: "No, don't, don't torture him anymore, don't..."
Beitang Weiyang regained some consciousness at this moment, raised his head slightly and looked at Su Xiyan in front of him, and called out in a hoarse and weak voice: "Xi'er..."
Su Xiyan turned back, held up his pale cheeks, tears streaming down her face, and choked with sobs: "Shaoyang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was all me who hurt you..."
Beitang Weiyang's chapped lips bent hard, he forced out a smile with difficulty, and said from his dry throat: "I don't blame you, Xi'er, I don't feel any pain, you're fine."
Beitangsi stretched out his hand to pull Su Xiyan aside, and said coldly to the jailer who was getting a bucket of salt water: "You still won't do anything?"
"Yes." The jailer responded and poured a bucket of salt water on Beitang Weiyang's body. Beitang Weiyang gritted his teeth and groaned. The chain was pulled stiffly, but he never screamed.
Su Xiyan was hugged tightly from behind by Beitang Si, crying and struggling in vain. She could only watch Beitang Weiyang being tortured, her heart being torn into pieces, and the pain reaching her bones.
I don't know how long she cried, but she suddenly seemed to be drained of all her strength, and fell limply into Beitangsi's arms, gradually losing consciousness.