As soon as she opened her eyes, Yun Yao's hands were chained to a wooden cross. Her whole body was covered with whip wounds, which were bloody and brutal. The blood soaked her clothes. The whip wounds all over her body made her feel faint pain and she was about to faint.
There was a man sitting on the chair next to him. He leaned back on the chair lazily and leisurely. There was a touch of pathological cruelty and bloodthirst in his eyes. His slender fingers tapped the armrest, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He stared with interest at the fainted woman on the cross.
In order to escape from the dungeon, she suppressed all her emotions and surrendered to him, "Your Majesty, I was wrong. Please let me go."
Murong Jing said: "Where did you go wrong?"
Yunyao said: "I shouldn't commit suicide."
Murong Jing said: "Choose one, either scrape him alive and throw him to the zoo to be fed to wolf dogs, or you can commit suicide by slitting your wrists again."
Yunyao said: "Your Majesty, is there a third option?"
Murong Jing said: "As long as you defeat these four secret guards, I will spare your life!"
Yunyao fought with the secret guard, but because she was exhausted, she fell to the ground.
Murong Jing hugged her and walked out of the dungeon. He said, "If you make a mistake, you will be my princess."
Yunyao said: "Your Majesty, actually, I can do autopsies. The value of being a widow is greater than being a princess."
