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Chapter 512: The Rebel Leader x The Royal Concubine 6
Fortunately, before Qin Muchu's arrival, Qin Yuan died suddenly in prison due to excessive fright, and Qin Muchu who replaced him was not afraid of these things.

And these days, Qin Yuan was trapped in this small prison.

After all, Cheng Zhao is not as cruel as Xia Yang, Qin Yuan has never had any enmity with him, and he will not want to spare Xia Yang's favorite concubine at such a juncture.

Therefore, these days, although Xia Yang was beaten to a bloody mess, Qin Yuan was not tortured.

At most, the food was poor, all of which were thin and tasteless porridge or rough and choking steamed buns.

However, there was another problem that Qin Yuan hadn't showered for half a month, and the prison was dark and damp, which made Qin Yuan feel extremely uncomfortable.

But it doesn't matter, Qin Yuan has already heard from the jailer who whipped Emperor Yang yesterday that Cheng Zhao will come to the prison this afternoon to interrogate and torture Emperor Yang himself.

As long as she can see Cheng Zhao, Qin Yuan is confident that he can take her back to the palace.

In the evening, Cheng Zhao finally arrived at the prison.

He didn't send anyone to pass, and he arrived outside Xia Yang's prison without making a sound.

He is wearing a black long-distance running suit, with golden dragons embroidered with gold and silver threads on the hem, which will give off a dignified and majestic light when he walks.

Cheng Zhao walked step by step into the prison that was incompatible with him. His face was cold and gloomy, and his whole body was full of violent emotions that could not be resolved.

When dealing with government affairs, he would suppress these negative emotions, not wanting to interfere with state affairs.

But when he finally found time to go to the dungeon and face the enemy he hated, Cheng Zhao couldn't bear the hatred in his heart anymore.

Xia Yang slaughtered his entire family, seized his imperial power, and killed his lover. Everything that Cheng Zhao cared about was severely destroyed by Xia Yang.

Cheng Zhao couldn't help but hate him.

The jailer next to Cheng Zhao opened Xia Yang's cell door for Cheng Zhao very perceptively. Xia Yang raised his head wearily after hearing the voice.
He was already old and sick, but after this tossing, he became even weaker, his whole body was covered in blood, as if every breath could bring heart-piercing pain.

When Xia Yang saw Cheng Zhao, panic crept up in Xia Yang's eyes.

Cheng Zhao's face was pale, like an evil ghost in prison.

He stretched out his right hand slightly, and the palace servants beside him knew how to look at him, and handed over the instruments of torture that had been prepared long ago.

Before Cheng Zhao started to make a move, Xia Yang was so frightened that he cried out.

"You can't do this to me."

Cheng Zhao laughed mockingly, with a cold face, and backhanded the instrument of torture on Xia Yang.

Xia Yang let out a scream, more heart-piercing than ever before, obviously in extreme pain.

Cheng Zhao looked at Xia Yang who was in pain so much that he wanted to roll all over the floor, but felt that it was not enough.

He wished he could cut off the man's flesh piece by piece and eat it alive.

The more Xia Yang suffers, the more empty Cheng Zhao feels.

Cheng Zhao originally thought that he would be happy after seeing his enemy get retribution, but he didn't expect that his heart was still full of dissatisfaction.

Because Xia Yang's pain also told him that the pain he had experienced was real.

His parents, relatives, brothers who fought side by side, and teachers...

All can't come back.

All have been destroyed.

No matter how hard he tortured Xia Yang, it was useless.

Cheng Zhao spent two full hours in prison that day, ruthlessly rotating through various cruel punishments.

Xia Yang passed out countless times after being tortured, and woke up again in pain.

However, Cheng Zhao's eyes were always cold and emotionless.

It's like snow that can't be melted.

(End of this chapter)