Leng Muling couldn't see his face, only seeing him gripping the branding iron, pressing it mercilessly onto Hong Lian's body.
"Sizzle—"
The sound of the branding iron searing flesh made one's skin crawl.
Leng Muling felt a shiver down her spine, and dared not imagine the sensation of that thing burning the skin.
But her glance at Mo Qi grew more and more concerned.
What exactly did Hong Lian do to make Mo Qi imprison her in the imperial prison and interrogate her with such torture?
Mo Qi didn't seem intent on extracting anything from her mouth, only inflicting the torture repeatedly, listening to Hong Lian curse, weep, and scream.
Not giving her a chance to struggle.
Leng Muling stood at the entrance of the imperial prison for half an hour, her back drenched in sweat.
Mo Qi turned around, only then realizing it was her standing there.
His eyes showed a moment of surprise, first with shock, then with a trace of shame, "Sorry, I thought someone sent by the Crown Prince."
