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"You …" Yu Qing Ao pointed at Qiao once more, his eyes filled with anger. "Alright, this lord would like to see how long you can continue being so stubborn for!"

Qiao Qiao's brows remained cold. When these powerful lords of the ancient times said those words, they could only do it in private. It wasn't difficult for them to do anything!

But she, Jo, who had been a royal being in ancient times, and who had been doted upon from a young age, could not have suffered the slightest, while the modern Jo was very different.

When she was in the modern world, even though she had the reputation of a peerless Divine Thief, there would still be times when she would fail unavoidably.

She thought back to when she was sixteen. She had been ordered by her master to steal a priceless calligraphy painting that she had coincidentally obtained from a secret assassination organization, and she had been captured by the elders of the organization. It could be said that she had tortured them for seven whole days before her master had luckily saved her.

Those seven days had been lingering in Qiao Qiao's heart like a shadow.

The electric shock, the violent fall, the injection of medicine, even the various joints in her body were crushed into pieces, and that time, Joe really thought that he was going to lose his life here. Luckily, in the nick of time, his master came over and rescued her from that murderous magic cage, then returned to their master and his disciple's little bamboo house, where she fell unconscious for a whole month.

However, what she always found strange was that during this month when she was in a coma, her consciousness had sunk, but after waking up, her body acted as if nothing had happened. The crushed bones had already formed, and there was no effect at all, and the medicine she had been injected with also didn't have any addiction, and after the violent fall, it still didn't leave any traces on her body. Although she repeatedly asked her master about it, they all avoided it for different reasons.

Since it wasn't a bad thing, Qiao Qiao did not continue to delve into it. However, she still vividly remembered the humiliation that the seventh day brought her.

Qiao Qiao still used five years of time to completely seal the matter in her heart, not mentioning it at all. Everyday, she would act as usual, smiling happily, extremely cheerful, but those seven days had left a deep shadow in her heart, rooted, sprouted, and even resulted in the result. Only when she wanted to suffer the pain would she be able to recall the frightening scene from that time.

"Someone, bring this tricky woman here. This lord wants to interrogate her personally!" After which, he strode forth and sat down at the table in front of him.

The guard listened to Dudian and brought Joe out of the prison. They tied him to a wooden stake about three meters in front of the table.

Qiao Qiao's pale face was still filled with disdain. Her tone was indifferent as she said: "Whip? In any case, I can't die. "

"Humph!" Yu QingAo looked at Qiao Qiao's shameless boasting and felt even more indignant in his heart.

When he had arrived, his master had indeed said that as long as this woman could admit that he had killed Jiang Lanxin, he could punish her with anything. But the only thing was that he could not let her die in prison!

The reason they ordered Yu Qing Ao to 'look after' her was definitely not to let her die in jail. Their goal was merely to get her to plead guilty, so once the news was out, not to mention Jiang Shangshu, even the ministers of the imperial court would be unable to forgive this murderer who killed the concubine of the imperial harem. Furthermore, even if Yan Mo Chen wanted to protect her, he would be powerless.

However, if she were to die in prison before she could even plead guilty, Yan Mo Chen would definitely investigate deeply, and by then, it would be impossible to say who would come out from behind the scenes. It seemed like the person who planned all of this was very meticulous, and had already thought of a foolproof plan.

"Pa ~!"

Just as Qiao Qiao was still snorting and chuckling, Yu Qing Ao had already stood up. Holding the long whip in her hand, she viciously swung it at Qiao Qiao's petite body.

"Pfft ~" Qiao Qiao was still holding back the blood in his mouth. He had used all his strength in this whip attack.

"Let's see how long you can continue being so stubborn for!" Yu Qing Ao's expression turned cold. He had never seen a woman that was this calm after eating a whip dipped in salt water. This woman did indeed have some skills.

Qiao Qiao let out a cold laugh as he violently sipped a few mouthfuls of blood from Yu Qing Ao's face. The fresh blood that had gushed out from his internal cavity was spat on Yu Qing Ao's ferocious face.

"You …!" Yu Qing Ao's face was filled with rage as he wiped away the fresh blood on his face. The whip in his hand once again viciously lashed at Qiao Qiao's body.

"Pa ~!" There was the sound of a whip hitting his body.

Qiao Qiao's body still leaned forward, but she was tightly pulled back by the many bindings on her. Blood seeped from the corner of her lips, but a smile still appeared on her face.

"Is that all you've got?" She mockingly said to Yu Qing Ao.

Yu Qing Ao's already angry face turned purple as he heard Qiao Qiao's mocking smile. He didn't think that this woman's bones would be so hard.

"Fine, if you want to die, this lord will grant your wish!" Yu Qing Ao sneered. He dejectedly let go of the long whip in his hand and took the hot soldering iron from the side. With a smile, he said, "Do you know what word is printed on this soldering iron?"

Qiao Qiao still looked away from Yu Qing Ao, and suddenly broke into a laugh, "A man who grinds his teeth will be burned if he wants to. What's the point of talking so much nonsense!" A pair of almond eyes squinted sharply. It did not stop Yu Qing Ao from retreating a little within his heart.

"On this soldering iron, the word 'tricky' is branded. If these two words were to be written on your charming face, I wonder if you would …" Yu QingAo did not care about the mocking tone in Qiao Qiao's words. Instead, he raised the soldering iron high up in the air and slowly walked towards Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao continued to sneer. To him, destroying a woman's appearance was indeed more painful than killing her!

"Speak, are you admitting your wrongs or not?" Yu Qing Ao held the soldering iron in his hand. When he was still a few centimeters away from Qiao Qiao, he suddenly stopped and asked with a threatening tone.

Qiao Qiao sneered. It was true that the iron was very close to her, and she could feel the heat of the iron on her face. Unfortunately, she was still not a person who was willing to give in.

"Have you thought it through?" Yu QingAo looked at Qiao Qiao's still pale face and thought that she must be afraid of the torture of disfiguring her face with a soldering iron. Immediately, he took out the confessing paper from his chest and handed it to Qiao Yifan. He said slowly, "If you are willing to press a handprint on this piece of paper, I will let you go back to the prison."

Did he really think she was as gullible as a three-year-old? Signing a pledge to kill Jiang Lanxin was nothing more than a confession. Even if he were to temporarily return it to prison, wouldn't he be executed in the future?

Thinking this, Qiao Qiao still spat out a mouthful of blood as he fiercely sipped on the Xuan paper in front of him.

"You …!" Yu Qing Ao's expression suddenly changed. He viciously threw down the Xuan paper in his hand while the soldering iron in his other hand slowly slashed at Qiao Qiao's delicate face.

Qiao Qiao still coldly closed her eyes, it was only the pain of disfigurement and torture. In the future, she, Qiao Qiao, would still get rid of her sin and allow this little fellow Yu Qing Ao to pay the price that she had suffered a hundred times today!

"Stop!"

At the entrance of the Sky Prison, a loud cold roar stopped the iron in Qing Ao's hands. He was slightly startled, but when the iron was just a few millimeters away from Qiao's delicate face, he suddenly stopped.

"Zzzz ~ ~", the fine fur on Qiao Qiao's face had already burned off.

Qiao Qiao's heart trembled even more. He slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

"Yan Mu?!" Yu Qing Ao swept his gaze over the crowd. Just now, he was trembling in fear, almost thinking that the Emperor had come to ask for someone. When he turned around, it was only Yan Mu who had come.

Although Yan Mu was the emperor's number one secret guard and was highly regarded by his majesty, from an official's perspective, they were only officials.

"The Emperor has ordered me to come and fetch this girl." Yan Mu spoke to Yu Qing Ao in a slightly courteous manner, but the truth was that the fragrance in his heart was surging. He was extremely indignant.

Even the Emperor hadn't spoken of punishing this matter. This Yu QingAo actually dared to be so bold as to secretly punish Miss Qiao!

"You said that the Emperor told you to come pick him up, do you have any orders?" Yu Qing Ao's expression was cold and proud. He looked at Yan Mu with extreme distrust.

"Your majesty's medallion is here. Hurry and release him!" Yan Mu took out his token from his sleeve and coldly shouted to everyone present.

Seeing the medallion was the same as seeing the emperor!

As expected, Yu QingAo's expression changed and he immediately knelt on the ground. His face was full of fear as he trembled and said:

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

"Miss, are you alright?" Yan Mu immediately walked forward, supporting the crumbling Qiao Qiao as he asked. His worried gaze was fixated on the bloody ditch in front of her with torn clothes and torn flesh.

"I... "It's fine." Qiao Qiao gave a forced chuckle on the surface, then his vision went blurry as he fell head first into Yan Mu's embrace.

"Miss!" Yan Mu called out in concern before his eyes darkened. He picked up the untied Qiao Qiao and strode out of the prison.

Yu Qing Ao was still kneeling on the ground as his heart trembled. He didn't know what this woman would say in front of the Emperor. If he were to tell her that he forced her to confess today, then he …

He frowned as he said a few words to the guard next to him. Then he got up and left.

It seemed that he needed to report what had happened today to his master in detail, and he still hoped that his master would be able to point him in the right direction, so that he wouldn't be blamed by the emperor …