His lips tightened into a straight line, and he unexpectedly opened his eyes. Xiang Xue suddenly felt that something was wrong. Ye Jin's character was famously cold, and he had never been like this when He Qingyun beat him half to death...

"Tell me, what's going on!" He stood up on tiptoes and grabbed the collar exposed by the armor: "When did you become such a mother-in-law?"

"The girl who is serving you," Ye Jin raised his eyes and finally made a decision: "She is being interrogated by Concubine Xian in the Suhe Hall. She is accused of beating the prince for the following crime."

He let go of his hand numbly, with vague anger and murderous intent floating on Xiang Xue's face. Punishment, trial? A cold voice sounded faintly: "If there is anything wrong with her, I will not let you go!"

The thin figure stood alone, facing the direction in which Xiang Xue was running wildly. His fists were clenched so tightly that all ten finger knots turned blue-white.[

He had selfish motives. He clearly knew that the maid had a high status in her heart, but he still didn't want her to know.

Because if she didn't know, she wouldn't have run over to show off her strength. If she didn't show off her strength, there would be no danger. He just didn't want to see her hurt... Even if she resented her, it didn't matter...

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The Sohe Hall, euphemistically called the Hall, is actually only the size of two wing rooms. There are no windows in the narrow space, and the sunlight is blocked by the heavy wooden doors, preventing it from entering the main hall. It is so dark that everyone who comes feels panicked.

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Usually, except for the servants who clean the house, not many people would come. After all, the name is so solemn, who would have thought that it just embodies a very representative part of the countless dark sides in the palace, lynching.

The palace rules did not allow lynching, but it was a pity that Suhe Hall was an exception, because this was originally a place used for lynching.

The glazed hairpin is pinned to the towering bird bun. A small shake will cause the slender gold chains held in the bird's beak to collide with each other, which will emit dazzling light. Fu Shui's shiny hands are holding a heater, and her charming phoenix eyes are comfortably

I squinted and enjoyed it very much. The maid next to me carefully peeled the grapes and put them into the slightly raised red lips.

It was the kind of comfort that would naturally come out when the whole body felt comfortable, as if what she was standing in front of was the most famous theater troupe in the capital, "Jinxiu Garden", and what she was performing was Liluo, the main pillar of the theater, instead of using iron needles and finger clips.

The execution chamber consists of.

In the middle of the small room, there were several old palace ladies standing. They had white hair and sinister faces. They had experienced the loneliness of the palace all their lives. Their relatives were almost dead, and the surviving ones could not be seen.

There is no chance of conceiving a child. Therefore, the thoughts of these old women have become almost perverted in some ways. Torturing people is one of the few things that can make them feel comfortable. Especially the young palace ladies howling in pain and struggling constantly.

It looks like a very sweet wine.

There is nothing to do all day long, and all the time is used to study how to maximize and use torture most efficiently. All kinds of strange methods can kill people without even causing wounds.

"Mother, she fainted."

Through the curtain formed by a layer of gauze, an old and dry voice reported respectfully and politely.

"Have you been recruited?"

"……not yet."
Chapter completed!