Reborn Daughter: The Young Lady Wants to Make a Trouble

Li Xueyue didn't want to know the truth. It was too heavy to bear. Still, curiosity got the better of her, and she pushed the soldiers aside. They were nervous.

Should they catch her and pull her out? But she had come with the commander last time... and these soldiers knew what had happened to the lieutenant.

The soldiers decided it would be best to let her walk around, so they straightened their backs and stayed outside.

Li Xueyue was grateful for the morning. The sun shone through the tent and she could see more clearly. Now that she could see clearly, she was truly shocked by the scale of the place. The only thing that bothered her was the table. It was filled with weapons and various tools.

Are they meant to...torture people?

"I, I don't know what you're talking about!" A voice came from the distance, fragmented and panicked.

Li Xueyue's heart was beating wildly. She was frightened by this inhumane sound, like an animal. Could humans be capable of doing this? She was very scared.

She could not move forward, she could only stand at the table. The truth would hurt her. It was inevitable.

Li Xueyue almost fell to her knees after Xiaojuzi pushed her stiff body. "No," she whispered. "I don't want to see--" Before she could finish her words, Xiaojuzi pushed her again.

Li Xueyue took a few steps forward helplessly.

"Please!" the same voice screamed.

She nearly fell down in fear. The color drained from her face and she couldn't stop shaking.

Little Orange felt her distress. But he also smelled blood. It was too hard to ignore. For her sake, he continued to push her forward.

Li Xueyue wanted to cry in her heart. Yu Zhen, why is your tiger so annoying? ! She bit her lower lip and forced herself to keep moving forward until she saw them.

Li Xueyue was frozen. It was as if roots were growing from the ground, holding her in place. Her whole world was spinning. Even with their disfigured faces, stained with dried blood, their hair a mess, she could recognize them from miles away.

How could she not?

They were the ones who had raised her, and abused her for the past sixteen years. They were the ones who had instilled in her a sense of worthlessness. They were the source of her nightmares, the reason she couldn't sleep at night. But now, they were troubled by something else.

Yu Zhen sat there with his back to her. He was unaware that someone was approaching because he was so engrossed in watching the scene.

He poured a glass of white wine beside him, crossed his legs, and played the role of a sinister devil very well. However, this was not a role, but his true self.

The soldiers in charge of the torture were merciless. They didn't use even half of the techniques they used on enemy soldiers. These people were way too dramatic. But then again, when one is raised in luxury, any kind of pain and discomfort hurts tenfold.

"What do you accuse her of?!" a soldier asked, holding a bucket of scalding hot water. It would desensitize all the wounds and blood in the worst possible way.

The nobleman's face was so disfigured that it was almost unrecognizable. Blood dripped from his forehead and his teeth chattered in pain. The slightest movement was enough to set off fireworks of agony. He could not see in one eye and the other was blurry.

"I don't--"

Wrong answer.

The soldier threw a cup of boiling water into the man's face. He let out a memorable scream. But to men in war, they were music to their ears.

"Go on." Yu Zhen groaned. He took a sip of wine and was not bothered by what he saw.

"What do you accuse her of?!" the soldier asked, and this time, he picked up a knife. Since the skin was already clean, why not start skinning him alive? Boiling water and raw meat. For a man like him, this was the best punishment, but not the worst.

"Please, please... I'll give you what you want... my fingerprints... and blood. They're all... there!"

The soldiers didn't like this answer. They nodded to each other. It was time to skin this man, starting with his broken leg. The man couldn't run anymore. Or even walk. They hammered at his knees again and again, each time making a sickening sound. Because he had been so annoying yesterday.

"continue."

A soldier stepped forward, and slowly, he dragged the knife into the man's bare thigh. Another pig-like scream cut through the air, and the sound was so pleasant to Yu Zhen's ears. This pain was nothing compared to what his woman was feeling.

Every minute she suffered, people here suffered an hour. He would make sure of that.

"Help, help me! Please help me!" the man screamed when he saw a blurry figure in the distance. It was very small and did not look like a normal soldier.

His daughter couldn't watch. She was a crying mess, wailing and hemming and hawing. Drool flew out of her mouth, and snot mixed with blood flowed down her nose. She was no longer the famous beauty she used to be. Especially when she first soiled herself, the stench was so pungent and disgusting.

"My daughter is so annoying," Yu Zhen commented.

The soldiers understood what he meant immediately. The daughter didn't need to use her lips to speak. The tongue did that part of the job. They approached her, knives in hand, ready to cut off her pretty little lips.

"N-No, please!" she pleaded. "I'll be quiet! You-take it out-to my father! I'm innocent!"

Yu Zhen tilted his head, pretending to think. When he saw the man still had a decent face and looked heartbroken because his daughter was betrayed, Yu Zhen had another evil idea in his mind.

Of course, how could he forget? Psychological torture hurts more. He laughed humorlessly. "There's more than one way to hurt a woman."

The soldiers didn't need to be told twice. The man gasped and prayed, hoping the pain would go away. It didn't. There was a semi-rectangular wound across his thigh. His skin flapped in the wind, and pulling on it would surely destroy him.

Li Xueyue watched in horror as they untied the woman.

The woman fell to her knees, unable to stand up, as every bone in her legs was shattered. The sound of clothes tearing was heard.

Li Xueyue couldn't look away, even though she wanted to very much.

"Please, please, don't!" The woman wailed and begged. She crawled on the ground, completely ignoring the fact that her hands were covered with her own excrement.

"Anything but this! I'll do whatever you want!" she screamed, knowing what was going to happen next.

"Anything?" Yu Zhen gave an evil smile.

Her hopes soared. "Anything, anything!"

"Brilliant." Yu Zhen laughed again. He tilted his head and nodded at the skin hanging down the man's legs.

"Tear it off. Go slow and steady, just like how these guys would take you before they leave you to go ride."

Just like that, her hopes were trampled. She was left with a choice. Would she sacrifice herself or her father? Would she let the man who had raised her with his blood, sweat, and tears suffer like this?

No one loved her more than her father. No one treated her as well as he did and cared for her as much as he did. All those precious memories she had spent with him were now just illusions.

Her father, once so loving, was just a tool for her survival.