After all, he did not want Shen Miao to be hurt. If Prince Rui was Xie Jingxing, then this matter was going to get much more complicated.
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The days passed, and in the blink of an eye, there were only a few days left until the end of the year. To ordinary people, the days at the end of the year were the happiest, because at the end of the year, they would treat themselves better. They ate, drank, played, and were happy every day.
However, to Pei Lang, every second was suffering. Every day, he would be tortured until a piece of flesh was cut off. The next day, the torture would continue. Sometimes, he wished he could kill himself.
He had been locked up in the dungeon for God knows how long. Apart from the guards who tortured him, even Fu Xiuyi was not coming now. The torture was getting more and more painful. His legs were already dripping with blood and sweat. It was said that after today, if he still refused to speak, his kneecaps would be gouged out.
