After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

After leaving Runyu Pavilion, Baiyujing was as bustling and luxurious as ever, with flowers everywhere.

The incident in Runyu Pavilion seemed to have never happened.

But as soon as she stepped onto the wooden steps leading upstairs, Abao felt something: the pair of eyes staring at her from behind were still waiting in the dark for an opportunity to move.

Whose eyes are those, as sharp as an eagle?

Po straightened his back, his face hidden behind the demon-killing mask, his eyes cold and stern.

Two quarters of an hour later, under the escort of the vicious guards, A Bao discovered that although the building looked like a simple five-story building from the outside, the internal structure of Baiyujing was much more complicated than she had imagined.

If it weren't for the guards escorting her, she would definitely get lost.

A Bao held her breath and concentrated on writing down the itinerary until the fat guard leader took her into the warm room in the corner of the fifth floor with a crystal sign that read "Ding Ting Pavilion".

The fat leader of the guards opened the door to the warm room. Po stepped into the room, but was surprised.

The Di Ting Warm Room was empty, without even a window, except for a peony stand placed on the white wall on the east side.

After the door of the pavilion was closed and locked, the fat guard leader stepped forward and turned the flower stand.

Po seemed to be nonchalant, but he silently memorized the rotation rules.

Turn left once, turn right once, turn left twice again, and finally turn right five times.

With a click, the white wall in front of the peony flower stand was suddenly split in the middle, revealing a dark black iron door with a circular Bagua plate in the middle.

The fat guard leader continued to turn the Bagua plate.

But this time he turned too fast, and Po was dazzled and couldn't see clearly.

Everything happened quietly.

Behind the white wall of Di Ting Pavilion, the dark iron door slowly opened.

Behind a one-foot square stone slab, there is an iron chain bridge. Perhaps the dark iron gate is open. Skull lanterns are lit at regular intervals on the bridge, and the candlelight is dim and green.

The guard leader with a face full of flesh was actually quite respectful at this moment.

He clasped his fists and saluted to A Bao, "We will take you here. Your Highness, please go the rest of the way alone."

Po never told anyone that she was afraid of heights.

However, at this moment, the master behind Bai Yujing was in front of her, and she had nowhere to retreat no matter what.

A Bao clenched the handle of the purple jade fan, took a deep breath, and took a step forward.

Behind him, the dark iron door was tightly closed.

She was the only one left in the dark green. She gritted her teeth and stepped onto the iron chain bridge. The iron chains were swaying, and it was pitch black under the bottomless bridge. From time to time, she could hear bursts of miserable cries and sad and cold sobs.

The ghostly green light was eerie and terrifying. At one point, A Bao felt as if she was walking on the Yellow Springs Road to the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

Holding the iron chain alone, she walked forward step by step. A Bao didn't know how long it had been. When she stepped onto the solid stone slab again, cold sweat had already appeared on her palms.

On this side of the Chain Skeleton Bridge is a door.

There is nothing special about the wood, carvings, or workmanship. It is just a very common door.

A Bao was full of doubts.

But he still mustered up his courage and pushed open the ordinary wooden door in front of him.

What she saw made her stunned.

This is a torture chamber.

Countless horrific torture instruments, walls, floors, and roof beams were all covered with layer upon layer of mottled dark red marks.

Among the dark red marks that had long since dried up, hand prints could be vaguely seen.

A Bao didn't want to think about how these dark red marks covered the entire torture chamber, but the miserable, mournful cries from under the chain bridge could be heard again.

It lingered around her like a wronged ghost, sending a chill down her spine.

Right in front of the execution hall there was a chair made of piled bones, and behind the bone chair was a curtain of black gauze that was so tight that it was impenetrable.

A Bao stood in the middle of the execution hall, looking frosty, but holding the handle of a purple jade fan tightly in his hand.

Her eyes were as sharp as arrows, staring straight at the black veil.

"Since you agreed to meet, why don't you show up?"