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"Yes, Your Highness."

The soldiers and commanders of the Royal Mansion didn't dare to defend themselves and forcibly received their punishment.

"You may leave."

With that, he paused for a moment. Yan Yuan's cold eyes swept across the few black-clothed men who were about to escape under the control of the soldiers in the courtyard. "Be careful of them committing suicide.

"Yes, Your Highness."

After the house commander retreated, Liu Ruo Qing was still in a slight state of shock. The corpses in front of her stared at her with eyes filled with grievance, their appearance even more terrifying than when she stole the tomb, looking at the zombies before her.

When Yan Yuan walked in front of her, she barely managed to regain her senses. When he lifted his eyes to look at Yan Yuan, she actually saw that his face was somewhat pale, as if he had suffered some sort of shock.

"Are you alright?"

Yan Yuan was the first to speak, trying his best to not let Liu Ruo Qing see the fear that came from the depths of her heart just now because she had been almost stabbed by the black-clothed man.

"I'm fine."

She shook her head absent-mindedly. At the beginning, she had solemnly vowed in her heart that she wasn't afraid of this scene. She hadn't thought that she would be scared by a few dead people.

Could it be that he had been injured, and even his guts had shrunk?

She looked at Yan Yuan and curled her lips in embarrassment, "Thank you."

Her face was still very pale.

At this moment, it was hard to tell whether it was because of the shock from the earlier battle or the pain from his wounds from trying to dodge their attacks.

Yan Yuan was not too happy about her reprimands these few times. It was as if he felt that she viewed their relationship to be too distant.

"Take a rest, I'll go out and take a look."

With a cold expression, he left the room without looking back.

The moment he saw Yan Yuan close the door, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes.

In the King's Palace dungeon, ear-piercing screams kept coming out.

"Speak, who sent you to assassinate the prince?"

As the sound of his voice faded, he swung the long whip at them.

Fresh red blood stuck to his skin, and the dust of his clothes seeped into his skin. It was a shocking sight to behold.

"If you want to kill them, then go ahead. We will definitely not sell out our master."

One of them spoke up. Although he was still weak from the torture, the determination in his eyes was clear.

"Want to enjoy?" You dare to barge into the King Jing Palace to assassinate the Duke, and you think you can just die like this? "

As he spoke, he swung his whip towards them.

The prison door was pushed open at this moment. Yan Yuan walked in expressionlessly, his cold gaze sweeping across every single one of them.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

"Have you admitted it?"

"In reply to Your Highness, these people are very tough. They've used all kinds of methods, but they're still unwilling to admit him."

"Is that so?"

Yan Yuan's expression remained indifferent the entire time. He did not get angry, but it always gave people a kind of inexplicable chill.

Not only the guards of the Duke Palace, even those assassins who saw death as if it was death's door felt their legs go weak when they saw Yan Yuan's appearance.

"Since their bones are so tough, then think of a way to cripple them."

It was clearly such a cruel statement, but when it came out of Yan Yuan's mouth, it was said as if it was too casual, as if it was speaking about something that didn't really matter.

The soldiers did not understand what Yan Yuan meant, but his words sounded extremely scary. The assassins' pale faces, seemed to have turned even paler.

Yan Yuan took out a small bottle from his chest pocket and handed it over to the Regional Commander, "Let them eat it."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The blood-red colored pill poured out from the bottle like blood. It was so scarlet that it caused one to feel fear.

"Yan Yuan, what are you giving us to eat?!"

Long before they had come, these people had come to throw their lives away, but to them, life and death seemed all the more terrifying.

Yan Yuan curled his lips and a bloodthirsty smile gradually spread out from his sinister black eyes.

"This King never likes to be unclear. If you do not clarify it now, This King has many ways to make you live a hundred times more painful than death. This... Just one of them. "

His gaze lightly swept over the scarlet pill in the Martial House Commander's hand. The trace of a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth was even more terrifying than the sharp edge of a sword.

Their legs went weak with fear, but they gritted their teeth and refused to say, "As you wish."

"Very good."

Yan Yuan smiled, but it was a hundred times scarier than when he wasn't smiling. In the next second, a threatening killing intent flowed out of his suddenly cold eyes, "Let them eat it."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Pills that were like fresh blood were placed into their mouths one after another. It seemed that they were thrown into a blink of an eye, and those people's originally resolute expressions became twisted and hideous. They were now enduring torture and pain that normal people could not bear.

His internal organs were all in great pain, as if their skin and flesh were being torn apart. Following that, his ribs also felt as if they were being gnawed at by thousands of rat and snake ants.

Painful wails continuously sounded in the Sky Prison. This feeling was even more painful than when a blade was stabbing at their flesh. The pain was so excruciating that it made one want to commit suicide.

"Speak …" Yan Yuan, you killed us. "Kill us all …"

Yan Yuan carelessly brushed the back of his hand, his eyelids blinked lightly. He looked really nice, but he gave birth to a kind of killing intent that would cause one's legs to go weak.

"Take another one for them."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After the second pill, the feeling of wanting to die even more became stronger. Cold sweat ran down his cheeks, bringing with it a tinge of blood.

Ah!" Help... "Spare me …

The painful wails were even more ear-piercing and terrifying than before. They were not as resolute as before, and some of them began to beg for forgiveness.

Yan Yuan's gaze swept towards his subordinates, "Feed them some water."

"Yes."

After drinking a few mouthfuls of water, it was as if a sweet dew had come from the heavens, causing the gnawing sensation in their bodies to gradually stop.

They were breathing hard, as if a long period of suffocation had suddenly been given a chance to breathe, and they were sucking in the air around them.

"Speak, who sent you to kill my wife?" "What is the purpose of killing Princess Hua-Yang?"

Just as they were gasping for breath, Yan Yuan's surprising question came over, causing them to breath heavily.

Even the soldiers in the dungeon were shocked.

What? Did they take the risk of going to the King's Manor to assassinate the princess?

Princess Hua-Yang was just a woman, what important things could possibly cause them to come and kill her?

Those people were also stunned for a good while, and did not react. They did not expect that the purpose of their visit to kill Princess Hua-Yang was actually seen through by Yan Yuan with a single glance.