After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The iron torture instruments in the charcoal basin were crackling as they were roasted, and the red faces made one's scalp tingle.

Duke Zhou was a delicate man who had never seen such a scene before. He was already frightened before Feng Qiwu asked. Now, when he heard the question, his eyes became vague and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"Your Majesty, this is all done by me alone. It has nothing to do with others, and it has nothing to do with my relatives. So how can there be accomplices?"

While he was watching Feng Qiwu's expression, he said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to take all the blame on myself. Please spare my relatives. They have been deceived by me. They are all innocent."

Duke Zhou was so moved by what he said that in the end he even believed it himself. His expression became even more sad and he cried.

Feng Qiwu crossed her legs and watched Duke Zhou's performance with great interest.

When he was in high spirits, he glanced sideways and asked Qi Jiuzhu, "Is Duke Zhou's face like a wall? Why is it so thick that it's hard to break it?"

Qi Jiuzhu suppressed his laughter and shook his head, "I don't know either."

When Duke Zhou saw that he was humiliating himself, his crying stopped instantly. When he wanted to cry out again, he was like a rooster with its neck strangled. His face turned red and he couldn't utter a word.

"The Duke is not only thick-skinned, but also stubborn." Feng Qiwu had a smile in his eyes. He seemed to be friendly, but in fact the smile did not reach his eyes. When his gaze swept across, it was cold and sharp.

He raised his lips and said lightly, "Let's use torture."

Duke Zhou was horrified when he heard this.

Although the jailers in the imperial prison had been bribed by Prince Yongqing, they would only pretend to punish the person and would not go on a drastic measure. But if Feng Qiwu witnessed the execution of the punishment with his own eyes, how could the jailers dare to let him go?

I am afraid that by then, the jailers will torture him to death.

Listening to the shrill screams coming from the imperial prison from time to time, Duke Zhou's skin tightened and his scalp went numb in an instant.

Qi Jiuzhu received the order, but did not pick up the torture instruments in the prison. Instead, he went to the next door and brought in a few wolfhounds.

The wolfhound was tall and strong, with shiny fur. It drooled and its eyes glowed green as it walked.

Duke Zhou didn't know what he meant, but his body was shaking continuously.

Feng Qiwu glanced at the ferocious wolfhounds and waved his hand without saying anything.

Qi Jiuzhu understood and immediately loosened the wolfhounds' leashes. Several extremely hungry wolfhounds quickly pounced towards the place in the prison where there was a smell of blood. The greedy wolf howls frightened Duke Zhou to death.

He thought he was dead, but later he realized that he was not the only one in the prison. Two of his followers were tied to one side, their wrists were cut and bleeding, and the wolfhounds smelled the scent with crazy and bloodshot eyes.

For a moment, the sound of flesh and bones being torn, and the sound of crazy swallowing and shrill pleas for mercy filled the air.

Duke Zhou had never experienced such ups and downs. He was stunned at first, then felt relieved, and then, when he saw the eerie white bones after the flesh had been torn, he stared with his eyes wide open, trembling with fear and endless despair.

It is said that Feng Qiwu is bloodthirsty and vicious, and is an absolute madman.

Is what you are doing now something a normal person can do?

His face turned pale and he sobbed so hard that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Feng Qiwu leaned lazily, looking at the two bloody masses in front of him, still looking distracted.

He gathered his sleeves and said, "My Lord, you have never seen such a scene before. Are you frightened by it? But I am so cruel and ruthless, and my methods are crude. My Lord, please bear with me."

The tone of voice is neither fast nor slow, and one cannot tell whether he is happy or angry.

Duke Zhou's breathing became tight, and he moved his lips but dared not utter a single word.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the extremely hungry wolfhound had eaten heartily. The two followers were bitten so badly that their original appearance could not be seen, but they could still breathe and were in excruciating pain.

When Duke Zhou thought that he would end up like this in a moment, his eyes were red with anger and he was so frightened that he lost his soul.

Feng Qiwu cleaned the blood off his body and said slowly, "However, a small soldier has to be pushed out to bear such a crime, while the mastermind behind the scenes is at large. I think he will have to ask for permission to return to his fiefdom soon."

Duke Zhou knew what he was hinting at, and his heart tightened, and his defenses loosened a little.

After a moment, he said, "After all, the mastermind behind this has ambitions but no plan to deal with them, let alone power. He can't even protect himself, so how can he risk his life to save someone who has nothing to do with him? Duke, am I right?"

He suddenly directed the conversation to Duke Zhou, his smile was full of sharpness and overwhelming aura.

Duke Zhou had already lost his soul, and now, when he was glanced at by his sharp eyes, large wet marks suddenly appeared under his pants.

The Duke was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder.

"The guilty minister, the guilty minister—"

Feng Qiwu glanced at him, and couldn't help revealing a bit of disgust on his face. Then, seeing that he was hesitating and speaking unclearly, she immediately lost interest in interrogating him.

He stood up and said in a cold voice, "Take it away. It's an eyesore here."

Duke Zhou was dragged away before he could even scream.

The two followers in the prison were dead as hell, but the wolfhounds were still eating.

Feng Qiwu walked out of the prison slowly. The room was full of blood, but he seemed unaware of it and even seemed to enjoy it.

The lights in the imperial prison were dim, and the room was cold and damp.

As soon as Wen Ranyan stepped into the prison, he met Feng Qiwu who came out.

She was stunned for a moment, and a bit of disappointment appeared on her face. "You finished the interrogation so quickly? I didn't even see any excitement."

As she spoke, she peeked inside and saw that several wolfhounds had stopped eating and were licking their paws contentedly. The ground was covered in blood and had a strong, fishy smell.

It's like purgatory.

Feng Qiwu stood under the dim light. Seeing that it was her, he raised a smile and said lazily, "If you want to watch the fun, I'll have someone kidnap Duke Zhou."

Wen Ranyan leaned lightly to one side, her dark eyes gleaming dimly under the light and fire, smiling, "There's no need to be so troublesome. I just came here to tell you that Prince Yongqing wants to see you to discuss something important."

She seemed to know what Helian Yue came to discuss, and she smiled meaningfully.

Feng Qiwu's brows were deep, and he sneered, "Then let him wait. Since it's an important matter, he will wait no matter how long it takes."

Helian Yue's request for an audience was simply because of the matter of Duke Zhou.

He was afraid that Duke Zhou would not be able to endure the punishment and say something he shouldn't have said, so he was naturally uneasy and only wanted to return to his fiefdom in Liangzhou as soon as possible.

Wen Ranyan chuckled.

The two of them walked out of the imperial prison hand in hand. The autumn wind brought a little coolness to their bodies, and the fragrance of osmanthus in the air was sweet and pleasant.

When the osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, you can pick some flowers, dry them, and make them into cakes to eat.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the imperial prison, Helian Yue came hurriedly from the corner and bowed again.

"I see your Majesty."

He looked a bit haggard, with dark circles under his eyes. It seemed that he must have had trouble sleeping at night in the past few days.

"Why did Prince Yongqing come to this prison?" Feng Qiwu pretended to be surprised, but every word he said was heart-wrenching and sharp. "Could it be that he came to visit Duke Zhou?"