After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

The sky gradually darkened, and the lights in Wutong Garden were bright.

There are eight courtyards in Xishang Pavilion. In addition to Feng Jinzhi's Wutong Garden, other servants also have their own independent courtyards, but the specifications are not as luxurious as Wutong Garden.

Most of the servants were born as illegitimate sons, so they naturally did not have high requirements for where to live. Anyway, no matter how shabby the princess's mansion is, it is much better than an ordinary home. As long as it is clean and tidy, the air is fresh, and the scenery is beautiful... well, that's enough.

Besides, except for going to bed at night, they rarely stay in their own courtyards at other times. The waterside flower hall is where they often stay.

After Feng Jinzhi left, Ling Jing came to Wutong Garden.

Out of respect for the eldest son of the Ling family, the servants directly arranged him in Wutong Garden. There is everything here, and there is no need to make special arrangements. Even maids are not needed. The five of them take turns to serve the eldest son of the Ling family.

Look at how much face they give him, how they take care of him, and how they serve him well.

"When will he wake up?" Qi Ling was dressed in white, elegant and handsome, but the action of sitting in front of the window with his legs crossed destroyed this sense of elegance, "He has been unconscious for most of the day, right? Hongyu, did you hit him too hard?"

Hongyu pouted: "He is young, how can you know the severity of the hit?"

"Although the eldest son of the Ling family looks a little pale, he has also practiced martial arts and is strong and healthy. You don't have to worry too much." Chu Lingchuan's voice was gentle, like the warm sun in spring, "It's just because he has been studying and contacting poisons for many years, so his complexion looks It's a little different from normal people."

"Poison?" Hong Yu was startled and stepped back quickly, "So, I have to stay away from him, otherwise what if he poisons me?"

"Don't worry." Wen Zhan said, "Mr. Chu is a doctor. Even if you are poisoned, he can save you from the gates of hell as soon as possible."

Shen Zhongjin looked at the bed thoughtfully, "Since he is a martial artist, he should be able to withstand the torture... I think he needs a pair of shackles now, and they don't have to be too heavy, 40 kilograms will be fine."

40 kilograms?

Wen Zhan was shocked: "Too gentle."

"Mr. Chu." Qi Ling said, "I suggest you boil a bowl of medicine first to nourish Mr. Ling's body. If he is strong, he can live longer. Otherwise, I am afraid he will not be satisfied."

"I agree." Hong Yu raised his hand, "Butchers raise piglets, and they have to feed them fat and strong before they start, otherwise it will be unprofitable."

"Butchers kill pigs to make money. I have to pay for it myself." Chu Lingchuan sighed, "This is a losing business."

As soon as the voice fell, a black shadow flashed in front of him.

Clatter.

Whips, shackles, ropes, and some bottles and jars were all thrown on the ground.

The five people in the room turned their heads to look.

"This is what was found in Ling Jing's room." Fu Cang said in a cold tone. After a moment's hesitation, he took out a portrait from his arms, "This one too."

The portrait was unfolded on the table. When the other five people saw the scene in the portrait, the air in the room instantly condensed.

There was no more relaxed laughter just now, and everyone's face was extremely cold and murderous.

The painting showed a girl being tied up, with familiar eyebrows and eyes, bright and cold momentum...

Hong Yu kicked his feet, and the whip was rolled up in the air. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, walked quickly to the inner room, and whipped the person who was not yet awake on the bed. He was so cruel that Ling Jing was beaten with blood all over his body, and there were inevitably blood marks on his face.

"Ugh!" Ling Jing's body began to twitch in pain. When the whip hit his face again, he subconsciously curled up and tried to avoid it, "Ah!"

"Enough." Shen Zhongjin raised his hand and grabbed the whip in Hongyu's hand, "It would be too easy for him to beat him to death now."

Hongyu looked cold and stared at Ling Jing as if he was looking at a maggot: "I will make him wish he could neither live nor die!"

Fu Cang looked at them expressionlessly, "Leave him a breath after cleaning up, there are still many in the Dark Pavilion-"

"No need." Chu Lingchuan said lightly, "No matter how many torture tricks the Dark Pavilion has, we can do it for you. Don't worry, there are many kinds of punishments in the world, and there is more than one way to make people live worse than death, skinning, tendon extraction, bone crushing, poison, slow slicing... I will let him try them one by one."

Fu Cang looked at him expressionlessly, picked up the portrait on the table and tore it into pieces, turned around and threw it into the incense burner, watched the flames devour the entire portrait, leaving no trace, and then he turned and walked out.

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