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In a short while, the Seventh Prince had already turned into a bloody mess. He no longer looked human, but was screaming in pain and begging for mercy. Feng Qing Cheng never had the intention to let go of the Seventh Prince, he only wanted him to suffer even more now.

Feng Qing Cheng shouted to the guards outside: "Men!"

"Here!"

"Bring out the best torture instruments here, I want to properly serve our Seventh Prince." After saying that, Feng Qing Cheng kicked the Seventh Prince far away, then wrapped him in a long robe.

After a while, a long wooden bed was brought up, on it were various tools. Under Feng Qing Cheng's orders, two jailers carried the Seventh Prince up.

A basin of cold water was completely poured over the Seventh Prince's head. The Seventh Prince slowly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

Feng Qing Cheng tied the Seventh Prince's four limbs to the wooden bed, making him unable to move. Then, he took out a long straw stick, and fiercely stabbed it into the Seventh Prince's heavily injured leg, piercing through his thigh.

"I wish I could skin you alive and eat your flesh!" As Feng Qing Cheng said this, she pulled out a blade and aimed it at the Seventh Prince's arm.

After the Seventh Prince woke up once more, Feng Qing Cheng took out the knife that he had prepared a long time ago. There were sharp blades on both sides of the knife, and although it was small, it looked to be the most fatal.

He wanted to shout out loud, but his body didn't have a single piece of good skin, so he broke out in a cold sweat. There was a huge hole in his abdomen, from which fresh blood trickled out.

Feng Qing Cheng made a gesture of silence towards the Seventh Prince, then held onto the Seventh Prince's head, and the dagger entered the innermost part of the Seventh Prince's body.

The Seventh Prince did not dare move as he raised his head and begged Feng Qing Cheng with tears in his eyes. Disregarding the stench that assaulted his nostrils, Feng Qing Cheng still looked calmly at the other party's fearful eyes.

"Your mother killed my mother. My revenge, this is very reasonable." Feng Qing Cheng raised his head and looked at the wall, which was sprinkled with blood.

Seventh Prince wanted to say something and pulled Feng Qing Cheng's gaze back, then Feng Qing Cheng made a silent gesture.

"Be a good person in your next life."

Seventh Prince made wuwu sounds, his eyes widened in dissatisfaction. In the next second, Feng Qing Cheng had already slit his lips, and Seventh Prince had lost his breath and collapsed on the ground.

Feng Qing Cheng let out an inaudible sigh, took off his long robe, and covered Seventh Prince's body as he turned around to leave the Sky Prison.

In the Sky Prison, blood was flowing like a river, the trusted guard following behind Feng Qing Cheng.

The other prison warden, who was waiting at the door, trembled in fear when he heard the cry for help. When he saw Feng Qing Cheng coming out, he looked as if he had seen death.

"You've worked hard." The other guard came over and wanted to give something to the guard. The guard's face was full of smile. He thought that the guard was paying him to keep his mouth shut but he didn't expect that he would be met with a cold steel knife.

Feng Qing Cheng didn't even look at the blade as he stabbed it into the jailer's soft abdomen.

"Only the dead can keep secrets." The jailer said, and the knife went into his stomach. He killed himself.

After leaving the dark and gloomy Sky Prison, Feng Qing Cheng did not relax at all. It was as if he had suffered a great torture to himself.

The dagger that had killed him was still at his waist. The blood on it had already congealed, so he was not afraid of the dirt. He pulled it out and wiped the blood off with his sleeve, staring at the snowflake in a daze.

Right now, he really wanted to kill one person, the indirect killer of his own mother. The man who treated him as a debauchee among the people, was the current emperor!

Feng Qing Cheng didn't have any feelings for her father, she only wanted to kill that man.

Maybe it was the arrangement of fate, Feng Qing Cheng raised his head and looked into the emperor's eyes. He was initially calm, but upon seeing him, he immediately became happy, as if he was about to melt these ice shards.

"You …" He had originally planned to visit the Seventh Prince in the dungeon today, and ask him what his intentions were. He didn't expect to see Feng Qing Cheng.

At this time, Feng Qing Cheng's body was filled with a violent aura and there was no doubt of his beauty. He did not say anything as he stared in front of him with an indifferent gaze. He was not surprised to find that not a single trace of fear could be seen in his eyes. Weng! * The dagger was pulled out. Feng Qing Cheng lowered his head slightly and caressed the dagger with a bit of affection. It was as if he was looking at a peerless beauty.

The tip of the dagger was pointed towards the emperor. Feng Qing Cheng tilted his head, revealing a ridiculing smile.

Swish! Swish! The guard soundlessly appeared in front of everyone. With his hand on his waist, the sharp blade within was ready to be unsheathed at any moment.

"What are you all doing? Will my son still harm me?" The four guards looked at each other, but did not let their guard down.

"You're right, today I want to kill you! In my eyes, you have already lived long enough. Feng Qing Cheng looked straight at the emperor, and then suddenly activated it, her legs were like the wind, and the dagger in one hand.

The four guards had already guessed that something would happen and attacked at the same time. Seeing that Feng Qing Cheng was about to touch the emperor, but the attacks of the four guards still arrived, they had no choice but to retreat and block for a bit.

The sound of metal striking metal could be heard. Feng Qing Cheng had cut open the throat of the father-in-law that the Emperor brought along. Crash, the tray in her grandfather's hands fell to the ground.

The eye-catching fresh blood that splattered onto the pure white snow was immediately corroded by the scalding blood. The four guards came to a tacit understanding with each other, causing Feng Qing Cheng to only have a few people left to defend himself. The emperor stood there, allowing the snow to wet his clothes. He had a complicated expression on his face, but he still stared at Feng Qing Cheng.

Feng Qing Cheng took a few steps back. The people around the emperor were naturally the top experts, but every single one of them together could not be considered to be top-level experts.

Feng Qing Cheng made a plan in his mind. He first glanced at the emperor, then quickly rushed towards the emperor, leaving behind a bunch of firm footprints in the snow. After running two steps, he suddenly stopped, causing a wave of snow to rise.

The guard's mind was entirely focused on the emperor, who knew that Feng Qing Cheng would suddenly rush out from the side, and stabbed the dagger into the softest of abdomen, slashing it twice, and stabbing it a few times, until the guard stopped breathing. Feng Qing Cheng covered his eyes, and pulled the blade out.