I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Chapter 239 Yan Peizhi, What Kind of Man Are You! The Lady’s Determination!_3

With that said, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

Qin Shu lowered her head slightly, standing in place with her hands clenched tightly, her nails deeply embedded in her palms.

"After all this, you still only care about your official hat!"

"Your head is filled with concerns about personal gains and losses, abandoning your own son like a pawn when faced with difficulties?!"

"Yan Peizhi, what kind of man are you!"

Qin Shu and Yan Peizhi were an old husband and young wife, with an age difference of over ten years.

The reason they came together initially was because Old Master Qin saw potential in Yan Peizhi; it was, by all means, a standard political marriage, and there truly wasn’t much affection between them.

But Yan Linghu was different.

He was her flesh and blood, a bond thicker than water, and even though he might be somewhat ungrateful, she couldn’t just look on without doing something!

"Someone, prepare a sedan chair!"

"I want to return to the Qin Family!"

...

...

Sky Scale Guard, Imperial Prison.

Rattle—

Rattle—

The sound of chains clashing echoed in the deep corridor.

Yan Linghu, escorted by two prison guards, descended to the second underground floor via the stone steps.

His face was ashen, hair disheveled, shackles on his hands and feet, steel nails through his shoulder blades, and his prisoner’s attire was soaked in blood.

Arriving at the front of a cell deep within the corridor.

The guard opened the iron gate and gave him a push.

"In you go."

Yan Linghu staggered inside, and the gate was slammed shut with a "bang."

"You’ve arrived?"

"I’ve been waiting for you for a while."

The burning candles on the wall barely lit up the chilly, cramped cell.

In the center of the cell, Chen Mo sat cross-legged on a chair, appearing leisurely confident.

On the long table before him lay dozens of instruments of torture: leg crusher, file, branding iron, Iron Lotus... all stained with dark red blood.

Additionally, a large clay urn sat beside him.

"Funny enough, this cell originally held Yan Liang, and now it’s your turn to enjoy." Chen Mo toyed with a file in his hand, chuckling lightly, "Perhaps next it’ll be your father... I suggest renaming this cell to ’Yan Family Special,’ how about it?"

Yan Linghu swallowed hard and said hoarsely, "Mr. Chen, I offended you before, and hope you can forgive my past disrespect... But regarding the Barbarian Slave Case, I truly wasn’t involved, I have no knowledge of it!"

"I suspect this matter also has nothing to do with Young Master Yan." Chen Mo nodded.

Just as Yan Linghu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Chen Mo continue, "But since you’re here, the process still needs to be carried out."

Yan Linghu had a foreboding feeling, "Wha-what process?"

Chen Mo stroked his fingers over the torture instruments on the table, speaking slowly, "These are all must-try routines of our Imperial Prison, and Young Master Yan can experience each of them... Rest assured, with your physique, enduring one round shouldn’t be too difficult."

"The main event is still this one."

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