torture

torture

Zeng Chenhua picked up the instruments of torture and placed them in front of Jiang Chaoyu. "Knowing Miss Jiang as I do, she always says the opposite of what she means."

Jiang Chaoyu didn't rush to take the torture instruments. Instead, he looked up and stared directly at Zeng Chenhua in front of him. He seemed very confident, so confident that he thought he would immediately take the torture instruments from Zeng Chenhua's hands.

Looking at the horsehair whip, I felt a sense of familiarity the moment I took it. I weighed it in my hand and then casually swung it around, as if the horsehair whip were my own weapon.

Perhaps it was because he had used soft swords so much that he was quite adept at using this horsehair whip.

Zeng Chenhua watched Jiang Chaoyu swing the whip around with a meaningful look. Jiang Chaoyu was completely unaware and returned the whip to Zeng Chenhua after a few moments.

"It's a bit tiring for a weak woman like me to wield this. I'll return it to the Second Prince." Jiang Chaoyu curled the corners of her lips, but it looked like a forced smile.

Jiang Chaoyu crouched down, trying to look ahead, but Zeng Chenhua turned and stood in front of her, forming a wall of flesh.

"Since that's the case, Miss, your health isn't good to begin with, so it's best if you don't see anything bloody and upset yourself." These words directly cut off what Jiang Chaoyu was about to say.

Jiang Chaoyu straightened up, staring intently at Zeng Chenhua, who was a head taller than her, and said with a fake smile, "In that case, why did the Second Prince bring me here? I might as well just leave!"

She turned and walked away without hesitation, but Zeng Chenhua grabbed her wrist with such force that she couldn't move forward even half a step. She had no choice but to turn around and look at the person in front of her. Even so, Zeng Chenhua didn't let go, firmly holding Jiang Chaoyu's wrist, not wanting her to take another step.

"Not at all. Since I said I would bring the Second Miss, I must keep my promise."

Zeng Chenhua slowly pulled Jiang Chaoyu forward, and the smell of blood grew stronger the further they went.

You could even hear the screams of the people being tortured, and the executioner was expressionless, as if he had become accustomed to this method.

Zeng Chenhua took out a handkerchief from somewhere and handed it to Jiang Chaoyu. The handkerchief was embroidered with two mandarin ducks.

However, when Jiang Chaoyu saw the handkerchief, her doubts intensified. Zeng Chenhua had looked at her as if she were an old friend, and now he had taken out the mandarin duck handkerchief. So, was she someone else's substitute?

Jiang Chaoyu lowered her head, her mind filled with countless thoughts. She thought to herself that she was not originally from this world, and perhaps she was missing the original owner of this body? She was originally the one who had usurped the throne, so this situation was normal.

Zeng Chenhua, who was in front of her, did not notice the change in Jiang Chaoyu behind her at all. He was only thinking about covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, as the smell of blood could easily make people nauseous if they smelled it too much.

Looking at the handkerchief in her hand, Jiang Chaoyu became angry and simply held it in her hand, even though the smell of blood made her nauseous.

She was only suppressing her nausea, her face concealing it, but she was truly distressed inside, perhaps because the smell of blood was too strong...

Zeng Chenhua led Jiang Chaoyu through the scene of torture and straight to their own meeting place.

Seeing the bloody scene beside him, Zeng Chenhua was worried about Jiang Chaoyu behind him. He turned around and saw that Jiang Chaoyu looked uncomfortable, but she didn't use a handkerchief. She was holding the handkerchief tightly in her hand.

Seeing this, Zeng Chenhua seemed to understand something and stopped in his tracks. When Zeng Chenhua stopped, Jiang Chaoyu had no choice but to stop as well.

Two bewildered eyes looked at Zeng Chenhua, wondering what he was trying to do.

Zeng Chenhua was glad that he was wearing long sleeves today. He used brute force to tear off his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Chaoyu. "If you don't like that handkerchief, you can have my sleeve."

Jiang Chaoyu hadn't expected Zeng Chenhua to see through her, so she tried to argue, "I just didn't want to get my handkerchief dirty, it didn't mean anything by it."

Seeing Jiang Chaoyu tilting her head to explain, he found it quite amusing, so he took the handkerchief from her hand and handed his sleeve to Jiang Chaoyu.

"Then you can wear these sleeves however you like, don't worry about them getting dirty."

When Zeng Chenhua tore his sleeve earlier, he had let go of Jiang Chaoyu's wrist. Now, after taking it back, he naturally grabbed Jiang Chaoyu's wrist again and pulled her forward.

The attendant standing nearby simply lowered his head, still saying, "Greetings, Sect Leader!"

From their perspective, all they could see was a woman in flowing robes following behind the sect leader.

As for the others, if you look at those eyeballs too much, you certainly won't be able to keep them.

Jiang Chaoyu was pulled forward, and smelling the sleeve near her nose, she could smell a floral fragrance.

Looking down at her wrist, which was being pulled, Jiang Chaoyu felt a burning sensation that made her feel uncomfortable.

When I looked up, I saw the person in front of me looking very confident. Perhaps he was walking a little fast, because his hair was being tossed around.

Jiang Chaoyu didn't even realize that the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned and her eyes were filled with joy.

Walking up the stairs, a short walk around the top floor brought me to the second floor.

It has to be said, their secret room was really big; it took quite a while to reach the end.

Seeing it from the second floor, from an overhead angle, I realized that the places of torture were divided into several types, such as burning and freezing.

"I think you're missing something here. You should have water torture, to slowly torment the prisoners' minds..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chaoyu was stunned. It felt as if the scene, the words, and the person in front of her were a familiar place, as if everything had happened before.

Zeng Chenhua was stunned after Jiang Chaoyu finished speaking. When she said those words earlier, he thought she had returned, but now that he saw her standing there in a daze, it was just his wishful thinking.

Zeng Chenhua didn't expose Jiang Chaoyu, but simply looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Have I been here before?

These words gave Zeng Chenhua hope, but the surprise in his eyes made Jiang Chaoyu uncomfortable. She even wondered if she had any other identity besides this one. But when she first came to the original body, she was only knee-high, so nothing else must have happened.

Seeing the undisguised suspicion in Jiang Chaoyu's eyes, Zeng Chenhua stopped himself from saying what he was about to say, "No, you are the second woman to enter here."

The second one? Then who was the first one? With so many doubts, Jiang Chaoyu momentarily forgot that Zeng Chenhua could hear her thoughts.

"The first one is yam."

There was nothing wrong with what was said, but the first person to enter this place was still Jiang Chaoyu. She was the first woman, and she was also the second woman.

"oh."

Jiang Chaoyu looked at his wrist, which was still being held, and gestured to Zeng Chenhua to let go. Zeng Chenhua, seeing Jiang Chaoyu's gaze fall downwards, realized that he was still being held and immediately released his grip. "Sorry."

"Did the Second Prince originally ask me to be a spy for the Crescent Moon Sect so that I would join the Cheng Zhen Sect?"

The reason I initially thought of using her as an informant was simply to keep her around. "Just kidding."

For a moment, Jiang Chaoyu didn't understand what Zeng Chenhua meant. "I think the Second Prince is sometimes quite unpredictable."

And so, Jiang Chaoyu stared intently at Zeng Chenhua, as if trying to find the answer in his eyes, but Zeng Chenhua walked directly toward her, leaving her with only the railing behind her.

Zeng Chenhua kept a fist's distance from Jiang Chaoyu and looked down at her.

"For example?"

"Now."

The two locked eyes, neither willing to give way.

Zeng Chenhua tilted his head and smiled indulgently, "Second Miss, you're really interesting."

Jiang Chaoyu still didn't know Zeng Chenhua's purpose in approaching her. "There's something I'm very confused about. I wonder if the Second Prince can give me an answer?"

"If it concerns me personally, I may not be able to explain for Miss."

Since it cannot be spoken, doubts will sprout in the heart, and once they grow, they will take deep root in the ground, impossible to eradicate no matter how hard one tries.

"In that case, I shall take my leave."

Jiang Chaoyu tried to escape Zeng Chenhua's trap, but her wrist was grabbed again as she tried to leave. "Is Miss Zeng so curious about me?"

"As the second prince's betrothed, shouldn't you get to know your husband better?"

The words sounded like self-mockery, implying that they knew nothing and had been kept in the dark.

This was the first time Jiang Chaoyu had said this, and it struck a chord with Zeng Chenhua. “Since my betrothed wants to ask, then I, as her husband, should give her a full account.”

Perhaps worried that Jiang Chaoyu was standing for too long, the servants brought two chairs for Jiang Chaoyu to sit down and talk.

A cup of tea was poured in front of Jiang Chaoyu. The aroma of the tea attracted Jiang Chaoyu, and she couldn't help but want to drink it.

The taste of this tea is very familiar.

Looking at the person in front of him, with the same movements and the same appearance, Zeng Chenhua couldn't help but think of the past. He was determined to protect her this time.

A smile spread across his face as he stared intently at the person before him, almost as if it were all a dream.

I put down my teacup, only to be met with a pair of eyes filled with deep longing.

"I'm right in front of the Second Prince, but it seems like he's looking at other people through me?"

Jiang Chaoyu stated frankly that she did not like being someone else's shadow. Even when she was in this body, she and Jiang Chaoyu were not alike in any way except for their appearance. Therefore, she pretended to be Jiang Chaoyu in the Jiang residence, but outside, she was still Zhao Siyu.

Seeing Jiang Chaoyu's probing gaze, Zeng Chenhua calmly said, "Because you saved me five years ago, I made a promise to find you and marry you. So my dream has come true, and I am naturally happy."

"Oh, really?"

Jiang Chaoyu's words still carried a hint of disbelief, because the way he looked at himself was different from how others looked at him; it was filled with deep longing, as if he had loved that person deeply, missed them, and now had regained them.

Zeng Chenhua held Jiang Chaoyu's hand and said, "From this day forward, there will only be you in my heart. You are you, not anyone else, Ayu."

His eyes held a longing yet a firm resolve. Her hand was held in his, and she didn't know whether to pull it away or let him hold it. The doubts in her heart seemed to have eased somewhat, but when he called her A Yu, it sounded very familiar, making her wonder if she had forgotten something.

But she never forgot that she was Zhao Siyu in the present world, and now she was Jiang Chaoyu living under someone else's skin. She only had these two identities. It was impossible for her to forget anything. She could connect the memories here with the memories of the present world.

So, what Zeng Chenhua said is true!

No, you still can't believe it!