Shen Ning shook her head: "No, she and I are not the same person at all. The Shen Ning who really liked you is dead. She vomited blood and died on the day you married Shen Biyun. Therefore, I am not her, I have never loved you from the beginning to the end!”
Chu Shaoyang gritted his teeth and said: "I understand, Ning'er, you still hate me, right? Because I married Shen Biyun, your love for me has died, right? Okay, I'll do it now Let you meet someone! I want to bring your heart back to life, and I will make you fall in love with me again!”
She stared at him, realizing that she was indistinguishable. Even if she told him that she was a ghost from another world that had traveled through time, he would never believe her.
After all, no one in this era would accept such a mysterious and mysterious thing.
Chu Shaoyang called the secret guards, whispered a few instructions, and the secret guards took the order and came out.
Not long after, there was only the sound of chaotic footsteps. Several secret guards carried a large wooden stake into the room. On the wooden stake, a man was tied with iron chains. The man had disheveled gray hair. His face was covered so he couldn't see clearly.
"Ning'er, look who this person is?" Chu Shaoyang clapped his hands.
The secret guard pulled away the messy hair from the man's face, revealing a face full of panic, with a pair of eyes full of fear, a rag stuffed in his mouth, and whining continuously, as if begging for mercy.
"Chen?" Shen Ning frowned and recognized her at a glance.
"Yes, it's her! The culprit of everything is this bitch! She fled the palace after that. The king sent everyone out and finally caught the bitch back. Now I will ask her to tell you that they How did they frame you, and how did they deceive this king!"
Chu Shaoyang turned his head, stared at Chen coldly, and ordered: "Let her speak!"
The secret guard took out the rag from Chen's mouth.
"Spare my life! Your Majesty, please spare my life!" As soon as Chen could speak, she immediately begged for mercy.
Chu Shaoyang sneered: "Ms. Chen, it's impossible for you to survive in my hands. You'd better tell the truth obediently, and I will reward you with a happy death."
Mrs. Chen's face turned pale and she pursed her lips twice: "My slave, I don't know anything. I obey the Second Young Lady's instructions in everything. If the prince wants to ask anything, you can ask the Second Young Lady."
"If this bitch doesn't tell the truth, someone will chop off one of her fingers for me."
Chu Shaoyang sat in front of the bed, lowered his head gently and pulled Shen Ning's thick black hair behind her ears, and said without raising his eyebrows.
"Ah!" Chen let out a scream like a slaughtering pig. One of her fingers had been cut off by the secret guard's sharp blade, and the ground was dripping with blood.
She was trembling with pain and her teeth were clenching.
"If you tell a lie, I will cut off one of your fingers. Mrs. Chen, I would like to ask you, did you put medicine in my wine that night more than four months ago?"
While Chu Shaoyang was talking, he kept looking at Shen Ning. Her face was pleasing to the eye and he could never get tired of it. He didn't want to look at Chen's old and ugly face.
"Slave...Slave...No..." Mrs. Chen almost fainted from the pain.
"Good, let's cut another one."
"Ah!" The secret guard cut off Chen's second finger without mercy. Chen's eyes turned white and she fainted completely.
"Return to your lord, the prisoner fainted."
"Splash it with salt water!"