Rebirth: The Two-Faced Cook Meets the Cold-Faced King Qin

In the palace of Concubine Yao, the candlelight flickered, and the light and shadow danced on her sinister face, like a ghost in the dark night. When she learned that Xiqing was accidentally rescued, a trace of cruelty and unwillingness flashed in her slender eyes. She knew that if she wanted to control Xiqing again, she had to find new bargaining chips.

Yaopin paced in the dark palace, thinking about her next move. She thought of Xiqing's younger brother, the fifteen-year-old boy, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. She decided to use this boy to force Xiqing to submit.

She immediately summoned her confidants and whispered instructions. They left as ordered, while Concubine Yao sat on the gorgeous couch, closing her eyes to rest, as if waiting for a good show to begin.

Not long after, Xiqing's younger brother, the fifteen-year-old boy, was secretly taken into the palace. Although he tried his best to remain calm, the fear and confusion in his eyes were difficult to conceal. He was brought to the presence of Concubine Yao, who looked at him coldly, as if looking at a tool that was about to be used.

Concubine Yao sat on the gorgeous couch, her eyes as sharp as ice. She looked at the young man who was brought before her, a cruel smile on her lips.

"Are you Xiqing's beloved brother?" She asked contemptuously, her voice full of disdain and ridicule, "How pitiful, you have to pay the price for your sister's stupidity at such a young age."

The boy's eyes widened, anger and fear intertwined on his face. He struggled to break free, but to no avail.

Seeing his reaction, Concubine Yao laughed even more wildly: "Don't struggle, you little beast. Now that you're in my territory, do you still want to make trouble?" She paused, her eyes suddenly became sinister, "I'm telling you, your sister can't save herself. If you don't want her to die a more miserable death, just do as I say."

The young man gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Don't even think about it! I will never let you hurt my sister even if I die!"

"Oh? Really?" Concubine Yao sneered, stood up, walked to the young man, and slapped him hard, "Then let's see who is tougher, you or I!"

Yaopin thought, she had to let her brother suffer. If he didn't suffer, how could her sister feel distressed? Hahahaha, thinking of Xiqing's painful and helpless expression, Yaopin felt extremely excited and satisfied.

So she shouted loudly: "Someone come! Take this little beast to the dungeon! I want to make him taste what it means to be worse than death! Little beast, wait for me, I will change my clothes and come soon! Hahahahahahahaha——" Following Concubine Yao's order, several strong men stepped forward and dragged the young man out.

After a while, Concubine Yao floated into the dim dungeon like a ghost. Her face became more and more distorted under the flickering light, and her eyes revealed a kind of morbidity and obsession. She was completely different from the white lotus Concubine Yao in the main hall!

She slowly walked up to Xiqing's brother, the dagger in her hand flashing coldly under the light. She first gently scratched his cheek, and blood gushed out instantly, staining her slender fingers red. She morbidly admired the bloody scene, with a satisfied and crazy smile on her face. The boy's screams were sharp and shrill, as if a sharp blade pierced the silent air. His voice was full of pain and helplessness, and every syllable seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart. The screams echoed in the empty space, making people feel palpitations and fear. His face was distorted, tears and blood intertwined, sliding down his cheeks!

Yaopin asked coldly, "What's your name?"

The young man raised his head: "Xi Che."

Yaopin looked at him and said, "Xiche, do you think you can escape my control?" Yaopin's voice was cold and mocking. "Your sister Xiqing may be able to do so because of Suning's protection, but you are still far from that."

Xi Che raised his head, his eyes filled with anger and hatred: "Empress Yao, why do you treat me like this? How did my sister offend you?"

Yaopin sneered: "Offend? Your sister's existence is the biggest offense to me!"

Xi Che's body was shaking with anger. He struggled to break free from the chains, but to no avail. He could only roar helplessly: "Yaopin, you vicious woman! Sooner or later, someone will come to take care of you!"

Yaopin smiled indifferently: "Deal with me? That depends on whether they have the ability to do so. In this dungeon, your life or death depends on my thoughts!

Then, Concubine Yao began to sing in a low voice. Her voice was gentle and eerie, intertwined with Xi Che's moans, forming a terrifying and sad melody.

As the song rose and fell, Yaopin's movements became more frantic. She swung the dagger at Xiche's cheek again. This time, the wound was deeper, and blood gushed out, staining half of her clothes red. She seemed to enjoy this bloody scene.

Then, Yaopin made an even crazier move. She lowered her head, put her lips close to the wound, and greedily sucked the flowing blood. Xiche shouted, "What are you doing? Get out of here, get out of here! But it was useless!" Yaopin's eyes flashed with a sick light, and blood was her most precious nectar.

After sucking, a satisfied and crazy smile appeared on Concubine Yao's face. "Hahahaha, your blood is sweet!" She continued to sing in a low voice, as if she was using her singing to express her obsession with blood and her love of torture.

Yaopin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and signaled to the guards around her with a cold look. The guards immediately understood, walked towards Xiche with expressionless faces, and began to take off his clothes.

The guards were merciless, and Na Xiche was powerless to resist and could only let them do whatever they wanted. His eyes were full of anger and helplessness, but in this cruel palace, the law of the jungle is the law of survival.

Yaopin watched all this coldly, with a cruel smile on her lips. She knew that only by such means could she consolidate her position and survive in this palace full of conspiracies and intrigues.

Yaopin ordered the guards coldly, her voice full of unquestionable majesty: "Use a knife to cut open his flesh, piece by piece. Remember, do not damage the blood vessels. I want him to feel this pain while alive."

The guards walked towards Na Xiche with expressionless faces, the knives in their hands flashing coldly under the light. Na Xiche looked at them in horror, his body shaking uncontrollably. He knew that he was about to face unimaginable torture.

The guards were extremely cruel. Following the orders of Concubine Yao, they used a knife to gently cut holes in Na Xiche's body, and then slowly cut off the flesh. Na Xiche screamed in pain, but the guards seemed not to hear him and continued to perform their tasks.

Yaopin watched all this coldly, without any sympathy or pity in her eyes. She enjoyed Xiche's pain and struggle.

Na Xiche's screams echoed in the air, making people feel palpitations and despair. However, Yaopin turned a blind eye to it. In her heart, there was only the desire for power and the persistence for victory.

Yaopin looked at Xiche with a look of madness and cruelty, as if in her eyes, Xiche was just a toy at her mercy. After ordering them to stop, she signaled the guards to get salt, and she slowly walked towards Xiche.

She lifted Xiche's face with her hands. His once handsome face was now covered with scars and pain. Concubine Yao smiled morbidly and said, "What a pretty little face! Hahahaha, what a pity!"

The guards quickly brought salt, and Concubine Yao grabbed a handful of salt without hesitation and pressed it hard on Xishe's wound. Xishe immediately let out a shrill scream, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Concubine Yao seemed to enjoy the pleasure of this torture, and a twisted smile appeared on her face.

Then, an even more shocking scene happened. Yaopin actually bit her lips and pressed them against Xiche's lips. Her mouth was filled with a strong smell of blood. When the liquid with body temperature flowed into Xiche's mouth and mixed with his saliva, Xiche's eyes widened, helpless and panicked. Xiche could clearly feel the smell of blood spreading in his mouth, stimulating his taste buds, as if to completely drown his consciousness.

Yaopin's kiss was so strong and affectionate, but this affection was based on the despair of others. Her tongue tip roamed freely on Xishe's lips, and Xishe was like a small animal trapped in a trap, unable to escape this fatal temptation.

When Yaopin finally released her lips, Xiche's face was completely bloodless, and his eyes were hollow and deep. That kiss was like an invisible dagger that pierced deeply into his heart, completely destroying his hope and courage. The bloody taste that remained in his mouth became a memory and shame that he could never erase.

Yaopin seemed to be still immersed in some kind of morbid pleasure just now.

Concubine Yao stood up with satisfaction, looking down at Xiche. She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a strange smile appeared on her face. She slowly approached and touched Xiche's wound with her fingertips. Her voice was soft but cold: "Xiche, don't worry, I won't let you die. You still have too much value to use, how can I bear to let you go?"

Xi Che looked up, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness. Seeing this, Concubine Yao smiled even more brightly: "Hahahaha, struggle! The more you struggle, the more excited I am. However, you will have a companion soon. I will ask your sister Xi Qing to come here with you so that she can appreciate your current appearance."

When Xi Che heard the word "sister", his eyes suddenly became cold. He knew that Concubine Yao was cruel and ruthless, but he couldn't let his sister suffer such torture. He used up his last remaining strength and roared: "If you dare to touch my sister's hair, I will never let you go!"

However, Concubine Yao didn't care. She gently brushed her long hair and said sarcastically: "Oh? You can't even protect yourself now, and you still want to protect others? How ridiculous. Don't worry, I will 'treat' you well. Now, just have a good rest." After that, "Oh, by the way, go find a doctor for him, take good care of him, and let me serve him with good food and drink!" Then, Concubine Yao turned around and left the dungeon, leaving only Xi Che's angry roar and the sound of iron chains echoing in the empty cell.

In the deep and winding corridors of the imperial palace, Concubine Yao's steps seemed brisk and confident. The palace servants around her bowed their heads in greeting, but did not dare to look directly at this powerful concubine.

There was a smug smile on the corner of Yaopin's mouth, and her mind kept replaying Xiche's angry and helpless eyes in the dungeon. She also touched her lips, and seemed to enjoy that bloody kiss. For her, it was an indescribable satisfaction and pleasure!

"I'm really looking forward to it." Concubine Yao whispered to herself, her eyes flashing with madness and excitement.

Walking to a secluded corner, Concubine Yao stopped. She turned around and whispered to the guards following closely behind her: "Go get the meat of Xi Che that was just cut and send it to her sister Xi Qing. Remember, do it quietly and don't let anyone find out."

A flash of fear flashed across the guard's eyes, but it was soon overwhelmed by his fear of Concubine Yao. He bowed his head, agreed, turned around and left quickly.

Concubine Yao looked at the guard's back as he left, and the smile on her face became more and more strange. She knew that this would be a "surprise" for Xiqing, and also a test of her loyalty. If Xiqing dared to leak any news to Su Qianqian and the others, then Xiche's fate would be extremely miserable.

"I want to see how long the love between you two as a sister and brother can last." Concubine Yao sneered and continued walking towards her palace.