[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 194)

Chapter 194 Angels and Demons

Zhou Yun said, "But, my uncle has three sons. Guo Erji is only the second son, and

he died young when my uncle was imprisoned. Aren't there too many loopholes here?"

Murong Ziyan smiled, "That's easy to explain. First, Guo Erji and Wuyue are the same age and both are incredibly beautiful.

In their childhood, the two children looked quite similar. I could

publicly that I saw Guo Erji was intelligent and handsome, possessing a kingly demeanor even at a young age. Therefore,

after Chubita was imprisoned, fearing Guo Erji would be implicated, I secretly adopted him and found a substitute

to die , all to wait for this day so he could inherit the throne that should have been his father's."

Zhou Yun said, "Even if the throne is inherited from my uncle's branch, my uncle still has his eldest son, Cousin Yusutai, alive.

How could... " "Is it the second son, Guo Erji's, turn?"

Murong Ziyan said, "At the assembly, I had Wu Yueliang appear. Whether it's appearance, bearing, or intelligence,

Su Tai simply can't compare! Didn't you see that Wu Yueliang possesses a kingly demeanor,

captivating everyone with his every move? The tribal chiefs aren't blind; how could they accept a useless person as king?"

Zhou Yun pondered for a long time, still frowning, and said, "That's true, but I think Grandpa must have left a will specifying

an heir when he passed away. Forcing everyone to accept a sudden grandson of the king will likely be difficult to win their hearts."

Murong Ziyan said, "Yun'er doesn't quite understand. The Jurchens were founded as a tribal alliance,

unlike . The heir to the throne wasn't designated by your grandfather, but decided by the lord and the tribal alliance assembly. In fact,

not only the issue of succession, but all major decisions must be discussed and approved by the alliance assembly. Historically, the tribes..." The Alliance Assembly

is essentially a battlefield where participants vie for their own interests. Everyone is only concerned with whether their own interests

can be protected, or even acquiring more wealth and horses. Who really cares about the truth and morality?

Why did your uncle receive so much support at the Alliance Assembly for his execution? It's because his death would

benefit most of the lords and tribal chiefs. Who would have thought that he had fought in countless battles since childhood and had made outstanding contributions, yet his crimes didn't warrant death?"

Zhou Yun nodded and said, "Even so, we still need to convince those people at the Tribal Alliance Assembly that Wuyue

is my uncle's son."

Murong Ziyan said, "Actually, whether they believe it or not is not important. Your other uncles

are not . Most of those lords and tribal chiefs are not from the Wenhan family. Who really cares

whether the heir to the throne is a descendant of the father or son? What they care about most is their own tribe or..." " Can we secure as many

benefits as possible from the territory? Mother can first gather a large group of people, promising them a portion of the territory in exchange for their support. As long as there are

many supporters, Wuyue has a chance to gain recognition!"

Zhou Yun said, "Are you really going to so easily hand over the territory you conquered after years of bloody battles?"

Murong Ziyan nodded, "Mother's territory is so vast, giving up some won't be a major blow. Besides,

to be on the safe side, at worst, Mother can give the position of Regent to a powerful and influential younger brother in

exchange for his support of Wuyue. The Regent has immense power and is extremely tempting. As for Wuyue's background, the struggle for power among

royal 　　families is fierce, and the children's origins are shrouded in mystery. Who can believe it? In 　　the end, it's

all about strength, tactics, and fists."

Zhou Yun clapped her hands in approval, promising to act according to the plan and that she would provide strong assistance.

********** ... Normally, 　　when he had nightmares at night, he would always wake up. No matter how terrifying the dream, there was always 　　a sense of relief upon waking, a feeling of relief that it was just a dream, even though his heart was pounding. But this time, he couldn't experience that joy! Although a bone-chilling coldness forcibly pulled him back to reality from the nightmare, when he slowly opened his incredibly heavy eyelids, he found that reality was just as terrifying as the nightmare, perhaps even more so! 　　He felt as if his blood was almost drained away. Apart from the tearing pain in his heart, he felt nothing else in his body, as if his body no longer belonged to him! It was just as terrifying as the feeling of his soul leaving his body in the nightmare , watching his physical body being tortured on the execution rack ten feet away! 　　He felt his eyes were wet, with water droplets still dripping down his eyelids. He shook his head weakly, struggled to open his eyes wide, and looked down at himself, only to find that he was completely soaked, including his head. He thought to himself: It seems I was woken up by a bucket of cold water. In any case, it's good that I'm awake. I thought I was dead... 　　He then saw that his feet were off the ground, as if his body was floating in mid-air. What was going on? He turned his head to look left and right, only to see his arms raised high, devoid of feeling. He struggled to look up again, only to find that his wrists were shackled , and his whole body was hanging on the beam... 　　Where am I? This question couldn't help but arise in his mind. 　　Before he could figure it out, a powerful voice rang out: "Young Master Xiao, I hope you can answer one question truthfully." 　　He looked in the direction of the voice and saw, about ten feet away, sitting in a tiger-skin armchair, a imposing old man of about fifty years old with thick eyebrows and a bushy beard, and piercing eyes. He was wearing a third-rank official's robe with wide sleeves and a python pattern, indicating he was a high-ranking official in the court. 　　"Your Excellency... is...?" However, he was horrified to find that he couldn't utter a sound at all. 　　The bearded old man seemed to read his mind, knowing what he wanted to say, and said in a deep voice, "Embroidered Robe Pavilion, Zheng Tianen." 　　Wu Yue's nerves tightened, but this was not the time to act rashly. He opened his mouth with difficulty and asked, "What... problem?" 　　Zheng Tianen snorted coldly and turned his head, saying, "It seems Young Master Xiao is not sober enough. Go and help him sober up." 　　A burly man with a bare chest brought over a bucket of ice water and poured it punched him more than ten times in the cheeks! 　　Wu Yue was beaten black and blue, his mouth open, vomiting a mouthful of blood! 　　Zheng Tianen said in a gloomy voice, "Young Master Xiao, can you speak now?" 　　Wu Yue tried his best to say, "What... problem?" His voice was so hoarse and low that even he was startled!

Zheng Tianen nodded in satisfaction: "Tell me, the Rakshasa Queen's background and origins."

Wuyue closed her eyes and shook her head.

Zheng Tianen said coldly: "You won't tell me? I don't believe you, with your delicate skin, can withstand

the Heavenly Punishment of the Embroidered Robe Pavilion... Young Master Xiao, you only need to answer this one question truthfully, and I will treat you like an honored guest and

find the best doctor to treat your wounds..." He began to coax her.

Wuyue's head slowly lowered, too lazy to look at him again.

Zheng Tianen threatened viciously: "You should know that even when a person is going to die, there are many ways to die, some of which

are enough to make people wish they could go to hell sooner! If you don't tell me, I will let you experience the most terrifying

experience !"

He waited for a long time, and seeing Wuyue hanging from the beam, covered in blood, with her head lowered, like a dead person,

without any further movement, he walked up to Wuyue and repeated what he had just said.

He remained unchanged.

Zheng Tianen waved his hand. A burly man walked over, stepped onto a high chair, and inserted ten steel needles,

each over two inches long, into Wu Yue's fingertips, leaving only about half an inch protruding! Strands of blood oozed out,

flowing down her palms and arms…

As the saying goes, the ten fingers are connected to the heart; although Wu Yue felt nothing throughout her body, a burning, piercing pain still throbbed in her hands

, and her facial muscles twitched uncontrollably!

Zheng Tian'en waited for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and seeing that Wu Yue remained motionless, he didn't bother with further words. He sat down in the chair,

closed his eyes to rest, and left the rest to the burly man.

Perhaps humans are indeed, as Zhou Yun said, a mixture of angels and devils, and the devilish side

is often vividly displayed in executioners; this burly man was a prime example.

He began to punch and kick Wu Yue relentlessly! Seeing the flashes of excited gleam in his eyes, he was no longer trying to

extract a confession , but simply venting the overwhelming, violent urges that swelled within him! Beating the dying

boy before him seemed to bring him an indescribable pleasure, to the point that he had a desire to beat him to death!

For Wuyue, this violence didn't bring him more pain, only more

severe internal injuries…

After the beating lasted for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the burly man also grew tired. After beating for a while without

any , he too felt somewhat bored. He most enjoyed hearing the prisoner's heart

-wrenching screams during his acts of violence; those sounds brought him immense pleasure!

The second form of torture he prepared for Wuyue was branding. A red-hot iron rod was pressed tightly against his skin.

Each time it struck his tender skin, it hissed and emitted puffs of white smoke, leaving a

rectangular charred mark. A strong smell of burning flesh filled the air…

After about fifteen minutes, Wuyue had about twenty charred marks all over his body!

His mind gradually became hazy again. The nightmare continued, seemingly endless. What terrified him

was not the excruciating pain caused by the red-hot iron marks, but the fact that he could barely feel anything!

He couldn't remember what the third form of torture was. During the fourth form of torture, he fell into

a coma , or rather, went into severe shock, only a hair's breadth away from permanent sleep!

Over the next two days, the executioners used all sorts of methods, including pouring ice water, stabbing with knives, and gouging out flesh

, but they could no longer stimulate Wuyue to wake up, not even for a moment.

Zheng Tianen had no other choice but to let him continue hanging in the cell to recover from his injuries, and to continue the interrogation once he was better

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