I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 628 - 239 Yan Peizhi, What Kind of Man Are You! The Lady’s Determination!_3

With that said, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

Qin Shu lowered her head slightly, standing in place with her hands clenched tightly, her nails deeply embedded in her palms.

"After all this, you still only care about your official hat!"

"Your head is filled with concerns about personal gains and losses, abandoning your own son like a pawn when faced with difficulties?!"

"Yan Peizhi, what kind of man are you!"

Qin Shu and Yan Peizhi were an old husband and young wife, with an age difference of over ten years.

The reason they came together initially was because Old Master Qin saw potential in Yan Peizhi; it was, by all means, a standard political marriage, and there truly wasn’t much affection between them.

But Yan Linghu was different.

He was her flesh and blood, a bond thicker than water, and even though he might be somewhat ungrateful, she couldn’t just look on without doing something!

"Someone, prepare a sedan chair!"

"I want to return to the Qin Family!"

...

...

Sky Scale Guard, Imperial Prison.

Rattle—

Rattle—

The sound of chains clashing echoed in the deep corridor.

Yan Linghu, escorted by two prison guards, descended to the second underground floor via the stone steps.

His face was ashen, hair disheveled, shackles on his hands and feet, steel nails through his shoulder blades, and his prisoner’s attire was soaked in blood.

Arriving at the front of a cell deep within the corridor.

The guard opened the iron gate and gave him a push.

"In you go."

Yan Linghu staggered inside, and the gate was slammed shut with a "bang."

"You’ve arrived?"

"I’ve been waiting for you for a while."

The burning candles on the wall barely lit up the chilly, cramped cell.

In the center of the cell, Chen Mo sat cross-legged on a chair, appearing leisurely confident.

On the long table before him lay dozens of instruments of torture: leg crusher, file, branding iron, Iron Lotus... all stained with dark red blood.

Additionally, a large clay urn sat beside him.

"Funny enough, this cell originally held Yan Liang, and now it’s your turn to enjoy." Chen Mo toyed with a file in his hand, chuckling lightly, "Perhaps next it’ll be your father... I suggest renaming this cell to ’Yan Family Special,’ how about it?"

Yan Linghu swallowed hard and said hoarsely, "Mr. Chen, I offended you before, and hope you can forgive my past disrespect... But regarding the Barbarian Slave Case, I truly wasn’t involved, I have no knowledge of it!"

"I suspect this matter also has nothing to do with Young Master Yan." Chen Mo nodded.

Just as Yan Linghu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Chen Mo continue, "But since you’re here, the process still needs to be carried out."

Yan Linghu had a foreboding feeling, "Wha-what process?"

Chen Mo stroked his fingers over the torture instruments on the table, speaking slowly, "These are all must-try routines of our Imperial Prison, and Young Master Yan can experience each of them... Rest assured, with your physique, enduring one round shouldn’t be too difficult."

"The main event is still this one."

Chen Mo patted the large urn behind him and said, "I went through a lot of trouble to find one of the right size... Come, light the fire!"

"Yes."

The two guards lit the furnace and then lifted the large urn, placing it atop the stove.

Soon, the blazing flames heated the urn to a glowing red.

Chen Mo gestured with an inviting hand, saying, "The heat is just right, Young Master Yan, please enter the pot."

?!

Yan Linghu’s legs went weak with fright.

Though he was a cross-training martial artist, his cultivation was now wasted, and if he entered that urn, he feared he wouldn’t last even half a minute before being cooked alive!

The guards, ignoring his protests, dragged him towards the furnace, and Yan Linghu struggled desperately, his voice almost crying:

"Mr. Chen, I’ll speak, I’ll confess everything!"

"I was indeed involved in harboring the Barbarian Slaves, but I swear I wasn’t the mastermind!"

"Stop."

Chen Mo cleared his throat.

The guards halted, Yan Linghu’s face was fixed just two inches from the urn, his sweat evaporating in the heat.

"You brothers are truly no fun, at least resist a bit, my ’Inviting You into the Pot’ method has yet to be used." Chen Mo looked somewhat regretful, waving his hand, and the guards exited the cell.

Yan Linghu collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

Chen Mo walked over, squatted down, and placed paper and pen before him, "Write down whatever you know, while you speak... especially about Chu Heng; if there’s any hint of withholding..."

He drew out a branding iron from the furnace, pressing it directly onto Yan Linghu’s back.

Sizzle—

A wisp of blue smoke rose, accompanied by the aroma of seared meat.

"Ahhhh!"

Yan Linghu screamed in pain, his voice trembling, "Rest assured, Mr. Chen, I will speak without reservation!"

"Very good." Chen Mo retracted the branding iron, nodding in satisfaction, "Then let’s begin, whether Da Huang gets an extra meal today depends on Young Master Yan’s performance."

Yan Linghu, enduring the pain, asked, "Da Huang is..."

Chen Mo casually replied, "The Bloodhound kept by the Sky Scale Guard, it’s old now, relegated to a watchdog at the training ground... A large chunk like Young Master Yan should last it three days."

"..."

Yan Linghu’s spine tingled with dread.

This man was a demon!

Having ended up in the Imperial Prison, he hadn’t planned on stubborn resistance, only wished to use this as leverage to secure a slim chance of survival.

Yet Chen Mo didn’t follow the usual script, offering no opportunity for negotiation.

He was ready to roast him...

But now that matters had reached this point, left with no choice, his trembling hand picked up the brush, beginning to write word by word.

After a stick of incense time.

Chen Mo walked out of the cell holding the confession marked with a bloody handprint.

"This efficiency is incredibly high, I must be destined to be a Prison Director..."

This confession clearly stated that Chu Heng was the mastermind behind it, and the route for smuggling the Barbarian Slaves into the city was also arranged by Chu Heng.