I am favored by the tyrant, so what if I am vicious?

Chapter 201 Water Prison

Besides, the imperial concubine came here today with the permission of His Majesty.

This is what your majesty meant.

No matter what the imperial concubine does... His Majesty will back her up.

His Majesty has the final say in the entire Jin Dynasty. Is he crazy or stupid? Would he offend the imperial concubine who is at the peak of her career just for her vague promise?

The jailer sneered, and without saying a word, he raised his foot and kicked Madam Zhou hard in the heart.

"I only recognize the Imperial Concubine now, not the Empress or the Prime Minister..."

This kick directly knocked Mrs. Zhou to the floor of the cell.

She couldn't help wailing in pain, and the bones in her chest seemed to be broken.

She couldn't help but spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Ah, damn it, you bastards, all of you deserve to die. The Song and Zhou families won't let you go, just wait..."

The prison boss couldn't help but kick her several times.

"Your life is almost in danger, yet you're still so arrogant..."

"You think I'm afraid of you? I hate idiots like you who think highly of themselves and look down on others the most in my life."

These kicks landed on Mrs. Zhou, and she screamed in pain.

She was still trying to be tough at first, but gradually she couldn't hold it anymore and started begging for mercy.

"Stop...stop kicking me."

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

Zhou Lingge raised his eyebrows and watched the scene with interest.

After kicking Mrs. Zhou, the jailer came up to Zhou Lingge and smiled flatteringly.

Zhou Lingge cast an admiring look.

The jailer was delighted, his eyes full of excitement.

If he could catch the eye of the imperial concubine, he would have a bright future.

God bless... He must take this opportunity to hug the imperial concubine's big, thick legs tightly.

Zhou Lingge gave Qiao'er a gentle smile.

Qiao'er immediately understood what he meant.

She squatted down, holding the thick and long embroidery needle that was shining with a cold light, tightly grasped Mrs. Zhou's fingers, and stabbed her without blinking.

Mrs. Zhou howled like a ghost.

Her screams were so shrill that they almost penetrated the high walls of the cell and reached the outside.

Fingers connected to the heart.

The pain almost penetrated into the flesh and bones through the fingers.

Mrs. Zhou's forehead was covered in cold sweat due to the pain.

Her body was convulsing and shaking.

She struggled hard but couldn't break free from Qiao'er's grip.

Qiao'er didn't say a word and pricked all ten of her fingers.

Mrs. Zhou's eyes were full of fear.

She was sobbing and blood was oozing from her mouth.

"Ouch... stop pricking me."

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

"I was wrong... Zhou Lingge, I want you to admit defeat. Please stop torturing me."

She completely bowed to Zhou Lingge.

She really couldn't bear this kind of pain. It was more cruel than killing her.

Zhou Lingge pretended not to hear. She held her round fan to her ear and said, "What did you say? How could I not hear you?"

Madam Zhou's eyes were filled with humiliation. She suppressed her hatred and raised her voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please don't torture me anymore, Your Majesty..."

"Zhou Lingge, please stop... I've already bowed to you, what else do you want?"

Zhou Lingge knew Mrs. Zhou's character. She was just scared by having her finger pricked. She didn't really know she was wrong and didn't really want to bow to her.

Mrs. Zhou used to be arrogant and domineering. How could she have suffered such humiliation?

If she could get out of this prison, this old man would probably find ways to take revenge on her and severely fight back for the humiliation she suffered today.

Zhou Lingge narrowed her eyes slightly and snorted coldly, "You're still stubborn..."

She slowly stood up and walked step by step to Mrs. Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou was held down by Qiao'er and knelt on the ground.

She was covered in dirt and her face was covered in blood... Anger and hatred surged in her eyes as she stared at Zhou Lingge.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Zhou Lingge, I've already bowed my head, what else do you want me to do?"

Zhou Lingge raised his foot and stepped on Mrs. Zhou's face.

Mrs. Zhou's eyes were full of humiliation: "You, don't go too far."

Zhou Lingge sneered.

She stepped forward with great force. "You are now like a piece of fish on my chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at any moment... Your life is in my hands. How dare you speak to me in such a tone?"

"Even a small part of your tongue has been cut off, yet you're still so stubborn... Song, well done. Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. I'll make you feel the humiliation and pain you've inflicted on me."

"This is just the beginning..."

As she spoke, she crushed Mrs. Zhou's face hard with her feet.

Mrs. Zhou cried and groaned in pain, with blood constantly flowing from her mouth.

She gradually lost the strength to struggle.

Zhou Lingge seemed to be tired from playing. She raised her foot... and finally looked coldly at the puddle of mud on the ground.

"Drag her to the dungeon."

"Let her spend the night there."

"From now on, no matter if it's raining or snowing outside, remember to drag her to the nearby river and soak her. Remember, don't let her die... You must keep her alive no matter what."

The jailer nodded and responded quickly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely carry out your orders beautifully."

Zhou Lingge curled her lips and smiled softly: "Well, as long as you do things that satisfy me, I will definitely not treat you unfairly."

The jailer's eyes were filled with joy, and he immediately prostrated himself and kowtowed.

Zhou Lingge didn't look at Mrs. Zhou again and slowly turned and left.

Qiao'er hid the blood on her hands and carefully helped Zhou Lingge out of the prison.

Mrs. Zhou was lying on the ground and before she could even catch her breath, she was dragged up.

"Ah, what are you going to do to me?"

"Let me go."

No one answered her question.

She was dragged around several corners and headed towards a deeper cell.

There was a sudden bang.

The heavy iron door was pushed open, and a damp and cold breath hit me in the face.

This cell was different from the others, as it was surrounded by thick stone walls, divided into two layers, and only wide enough for two people to stand.

The upper level is a reservoir and the lower level is a prison cell.

This cell has a mechanism. Once the button is turned on, the water will flood the cell.

Mrs. Zhou looked at the scene in the cell, and her hair stood on end.

"Where is this? What is this for?"

The jailer chuckled, "Madam Zhou, you are of such a noble status. I wonder if you have ever heard of a water dungeon before?"

Madam Zhou's body trembled, her eyes filled with fear: "Water prison?"

"People standing in the water... can't sit down to rest, let alone sleep. If their bodies give out and they fall, they will drown. Generally, the water level must be up to the chest to be most effective. Not only women, but even men can't hold out for long."