Wen Xiu was clamped with sticks and pincers. Her ten fingers were pinched until they were bloody. These bailiffs who performed the execution did not have any mercy on women at all. They were especially ruthless. Both of her legs were crippled.
Wen Xiu was trembling in pain, but she still refused to tell him how many assassins were lying in ambush in the city. Who were they going to assassinate next? It could be said that she was a tough nut to crack. With hatred, she could indeed hold on for a while longer. Li Fuhai was very anxious. If he could not complete the task assigned by the Emperor, he would be blamed.
Xiao Zeyu walked into the prison. Wen Xiu was about to be burned. She trembled in fear and instinctively avoided the burning iron.
"Give this to her."
Xiao Zeyu stopped the bailiff, who was about to brand her, and gave him a medicine packet. No torture could compare to this packet of medicine.
"Your Majesty."
