boyutpedia Chapter 209 Healing
Chapter 209 Healing
Qi Rui was taken to the dungeon, and he would not have a chance this time.
Qi Binwei looked at the subdued Qi Rui, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and at the same time there was a hint of relief.
"Lord Wen, this time it's all thanks to you."
Wen Xiangzhu knelt down to express his gratitude and looked at Qi Binwei deeply.
At this time, Shen Jiayu stepped forward and winked at Chao Yan who was behind Qi Binwei.
Zhao Yan understood what she meant and said, "Your Majesty, I haven't seen Madam Wen for a long time. This time there was such a big commotion in Kyoto, and I feel a little anxious. I would like to ask Your Majesty to allow Madam Wen to stay in the palace tonight so that I can talk more with her."
"The Queen doesn't have to do this. It's not difficult to let her stay in the palace for one night." Qi Binwei agreed.
Then, Shen Jiayu accompanied Chao Yan back to Yikun Palace, while Wen Xiangzhu accompanied Qi Binwei to the prison to visit his third brother who had committed treason.
In the dim cell, the damp air was filled with the smell of mold and blood.
The torches on the wall flickered with faint light, making the jailer's shadow distorted and hideous. Ruan Shuming and Qi Rui had been severely tortured. They were tied tightly to a wooden frame with iron chains. They were dressed in tattered clothes and their bodies were already covered with scars.
Ruan Shuming was breathing slightly, as if he was about to die.
But Qi Rui was different. His face was full of unwilling hatred, but his arrogance was still there. Even though there were few good pieces of flesh on his body, he was unwilling to bow his head and plead guilty.
"Hey, Your Highness... No, I should say sinner, you are still not convinced? Why don't you open your eyes and take a look at where you are? You are not still thinking about how to escape, are you? Stop dreaming! We let you escape before, and His Majesty blamed us, causing countless casualties. We will not let this happen again, so don't insist on it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the jailer took out a leather whip that had been soaked in a large vat for a long time. The whip had a rough body and several barbs on the tip, and swung it hard on Qi Rui.
Snapped--
"Hmm!" Qi Rui couldn't help but groaned. He couldn't speak, but his eyes shot towards the jailer like a poisonous snake.
The jailer laughed sarcastically, "I almost forgot that your jaw was removed by Lord Wen. It must be very uncomfortable to be unable to speak. Come, let me help you."
He wanted to see what Qi Rui could say.
With a click, Qi Rui's jaw was held by the jailer. The next second he cursed: "Slave! Who do you think you are? How dare you treat me like this! I will kill you nine times--"
Before Qi Rui could finish his words, the jailer smiled and then whipped him again.
"I am not a good person, but it's a pity that you can be beaten by me, who is not a good person. You are even lower than me! You still want to kill my entire clan? What a joke, you are a criminal of treason! Do you admit your crime? "
This time, the jailer did not give Qi Rui any chance to speak. He swung the whip in his hand again. The whip shadow tore through the air like a poisonous snake and hit Qi Rui's body fiercely. The sound of flesh tearing apart was particularly harsh in the silent cell.
Qi Rui's body was shaking in severe pain, blood flowed down his back, dripping onto the ground, forming a dark red pool of blood.
The jailer's breathing became heavier and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He only stopped when he felt satisfied.
Normally, Qi Rui was arrogant and looked down on people like them, killing anyone he wanted to kill.
Now that he has such a great opportunity to teach Qi Rui a lesson, he will definitely not let it go.
"Why stop?"
A voice suddenly came from behind him. The jailer felt extremely satisfied and a little annoyed at being disturbed, and was about to scold.
He felt that the voice was very familiar, his eyes widened instantly, and when he turned around, he saw that it was Qi Binwei.
The jailer trembled all over and fell to his knees in an instant. "Your Majesty, I... I... I dare not continue."
Anyone who can win the struggle for imperial power has a complicated mind. He couldn't figure out Qi Binwei's thoughts and didn't dare to reveal his true thoughts.
Qi Binwei lowered his eyes, "You have done very well. I allow you to continue, but you must not hurt your face and you must not let me go."
The jailer looked up at Qi Binwei, his eyes full of surprise. Not only was he not wrong, but he was also approved by Qi Binwei. The implication was that he could deal with Qi Rui however he wanted.
"Yes! I will do my best and will not let your Majesty down."
The jailer stood up and wanted to whip Qi Rui a few more times, but unexpectedly Qi Binwei stepped forward and took a look at the red-hot iron burning in the charcoal fire.
Qi Binwei sneered, without any mercy in his eyes. He picked up the branding iron and said in a cold and mocking voice, "Third brother was quite talkative just now. Why are you silent now when you see me?"
"Oh, you bastard."
Facing Qi Binwei's ridicule and threats, Qi Rui was not afraid at all, but he had too many wounds on his body and was very weak, so he could only barely speak a few words.
"Oh?" Qi Binwei chuckled, obviously having expected Qi Rui to do this.
"Take off his coat. I want to heal his wounds."
As soon as these words came out, the jailer immediately stepped forward and took off Qi Rui's shirt, then retreated behind Qi Binwei and said, "Your Majesty, if you need to punish me, just leave it to me, so that you won't dirty your hands with these filth."
Qi Binwei ignored the jailer's words, and the next second he pressed the red-hot iron in his hand hard on Qi Rui's bloody wound!
Facing Qi Binwei's indifferent look, Qi Rui used up the last of his strength, clenched his teeth, and refused to let out a low groan from his throat.
He doesn't deserve my surrender! This king is right!
Qi Rui was firm in his thinking.
But the more he did so, the more ruthless Qi Binwei became.
"Look, the wounds have been sutured and there is no bleeding. There are still so many wounds that have not been sutured. Don't worry, I will sew them up for you myself."
Qi Rui didn't care. His eyes were still stubborn as he stared at Qi Binwei, as if he wanted to pierce through him with his gaze. However, Qi Binwei still caught the trembling fear in his eyes.
Qi Binwei raised his eyebrows slightly, and under his gaze, he changed a branding iron and then suddenly put it close to Qi Rui's belly. The moment the flesh came into contact with the hot iron, a "hissing" sound was made, and a puff of white smoke accompanied by a burnt smell rose up.
Qi Rui could no longer endure the excruciating pain. His hunched body suddenly straightened up and a heart-wrenching scream came from his throat. The veins on his forehead suddenly bulged and cold sweat rolled down like rain.
Qi Binwei seemed to enjoy the scream. He slowly turned the branding iron in his hand on his flesh until that piece of flesh was completely burnt, and then he withdrew it with satisfaction.
Qi Rui's breathing was rapid and weak. He had been brought up in a delicate and pampered state, and had never suffered such a serious injury. He could not hold on any longer and fainted.
The air was filled with the smell of burning and blood, which was nauseating. Even the jailers who often carried out torture felt that it was a bit cruel.