Before he could finish speaking, a whip lashed across Zhao Wenyuan’s back.
“AAAH—!”
“Why ask so many questions?”
Another several lashes followed.
“You’ve done so many vile things and still expect a peaceful end?”
【Oho~ whipping villains like this actually feels pretty satisfying.】
The system sounded worried.
【Host, please don’t develop some weird fetish because of this!】
Feng Zexuan rolled her eyes when she had a spare moment.
【…Totally unnecessary.】
【This is called delivering justice on Heaven’s behalf, okay?】
By the time her arm was getting sore from the whipping, she still felt it wasn’t enough.
【Emmm… somehow this still isn’t satisfying enough.】
【Physical pain alone is letting him off too easily.】
【System, got any items that can make him truly understand what suffering means?】
【Ding! Detected the host’s intense demand! Recommending the “Empathy Talisman”!】
【It allows the target to experience every sensation felt by those they harmed before death. Price: 5,000 gossip points. Fair pricing for all ages!】
【Deal!】
A talisman glowing with an eerie red light appeared out of thin air in her hand.
Feng Zexuan walked forward, ignoring the terror in Zhao Wenyuan’s eyes, and slapped the talisman onto his forehead.
“You’ve enjoyed enough blessings in this lifetime!”
“Now have a taste of suffering!”
The talisman instantly transformed into a streak of golden light and disappeared into Zhao Wenyuan’s body.
His entire body first stiffened.
Then he began trembling violently.
“Cold… so cold… save… save me…”
His teeth chattered loudly.
Curled into a ball while hanging in midair, he looked as though he had been thrown into the frozen lands of the far north where even dripping water turned to ice.
Watching Zhao Wenyuan shiver uncontrollably, Feng Zexuan’s lips curved slightly upward.
【Now you know how terrifying this is, huh?】
【Reporting to host: what he’s experiencing right now is the agony of frontier soldiers freezing to death alive in a minus forty-degree blizzard~】
Before he could recover from the extreme cold, another blazing pain erupted in his abdomen.
His organs felt as though an invisible hand was viciously twisting them apart.
“Hungry… so hungry!”
His vision darkened.
Only one thought remained in his mind—
Food.
Even a mouthful of dirt would do!
It was the kind of starvation where chewing bark and swallowing grass roots could not relieve the hunger of impending death.
Then came arrows piercing the heart, blades hacking flesh, battlehorses trampling bodies…
Eight thousand soldiers.
Eight thousand different deaths.
All of them would play out upon his body in endless succession.
Again and again.
The system gloated happily.
【So miserable! And this talisman lasts for three whole days!】
【Once one death experience finishes, the next starts immediately in an endless loop!】
【Seriously?】
Feng Zexuan’s eyes widened.
【Three days? Won’t he go insane?】
【Rest assured, host! This talisman forcibly keeps his mind conscious!】
【He’ll experience every second of pain with perfect clarity~】
Feng Zexuan: 【…System, you’re getting darker and darker.】
【But I like it!】
“AAAAAH—NO—!”
“I was wrong—spare me—!”
Zhao Wenyuan let out shrieks that no longer sounded human, as horrifying as a ghost screaming from the depths of hell.
Just then, a commotion came from outside.
“Master! Master, what happened to you?!”
More than a dozen guards rushed in carrying blades and clubs, surrounding Feng Zexuan.
When they saw Zhao Wenyuan hanging from the beam screaming nonstop, several guards trembled so badly their weapons shook in their hands.
“Y-you… who are you?! Release the master at once!”
The head guard shouted fiercely despite his fear.
Feng Zexuan swept him with a cold glance and said indifferently:
“This king is the Northern Suppression King of Great Xia. Zhao Wenyuan colluded with enemy nations and betrayed the country. His entire clan deserves extermination. Are you trying to share his crimes?”
The head guard froze.
Northern Suppression King?
That legendary young female marshal who swept through the Xiongnu at eighteen and turned the tide of war?
He swallowed nervously, looking from the young woman before him to the horribly miserable master hanging from the beam…
His heart pounded wildly.
One guard refused to believe it.
“You say you’re the Northern Suppression King, so you are? Show proof!”
“Exactly! Who knows if you’re impersonating her!”
Without another word, Feng Zexuan pulled out a token from her robe and raised it high.
Made entirely of gold, the token bore a four-clawed flying dragon, gleaming brilliantly beneath the candlelight.
—Imperially bestowed, the Northern Suppression King’s command token!
The head guard’s legs instantly gave out.
With a thud, he dropped to his knees.
“N-Northern Suppression King, spare us!”
“This lowly one failed to recognize greatness!”
The others hurriedly threw down their weapons and knelt as well, kowtowing frantically.
“Northern Suppression King, spare us!”
“We didn’t know what crime Zhao Wenyuan committed!”
“We were only working for money…”
Feng Zexuan nodded in satisfaction.
【That’s more like it.】
【Looks like the title of Northern Suppression King is still pretty useful.】
Sweeping her gaze across the kneeling guards, she said coldly:
“Go bring me the property deed and everyone’s slave contracts.”
The head guard scrambled out rolling and crawling. Before long, he returned carrying a sandalwood box.
Feng Zexuan opened it, checked the contents, and after confirming everything was correct, looked up at the crowd.
“Listen carefully. I will hand over the property deed and your contracts to Wang Rulan.”
“From now on, you will serve her loyally.”
“Understood?”
The guards all lifted their heads simultaneously, shock written across their faces.
“M-Madam Wang?”
The head guard stammered:
“But… but wasn’t she insane?”
Feng Zexuan sneered.
“She’s not insane. She was merely drugged into that condition.”
“As for this one…”
She glanced upward at Zhao Wenyuan, who was still screaming miserably from the beam.
“Leave him hanging upside down for three days. After that, the authorities will come take him away.”
“During these three days, watch him carefully. Don’t let him die.”
“But…”
She paused, the corners of her lips lifting into a cold smile.
“If Madam Wang wishes to personally punish him, you’ll assist from the side.”
“Understood?”
“Y-yes… yes…”
The guards were terrified out of their minds and nodded desperately.
Feng Zexuan turned and left.
Behind her, Zhao Wenyuan’s agonized screams still echoed endlessly.
【This trip was worth it!】
【Evil getting what it deserves—so satisfying!】
【And I even helped Madam Wang turn her life around. Killing two birds with one stone!】
In high spirits, she returned to Wang Shi’s courtyard.
Wang Shi had already washed up and changed into clean clothes. She looked far more energetic now.
Seeing Feng Zexuan return so quickly, Wang Shi hurried over.
“Miss Feng, are you alright?”
“I heard screaming earlier…”
“Relax, I’m perfectly fine.”
Feng Zexuan waved cheerfully.
“Zhao Wenyuan is already under my control. He’s currently hanging from the beam in his study.”
“For the next three days, you can torment him however you like. Just leave him breathing.”
Wang Shi froze briefly.
A flash of satisfaction appeared in her eyes, but it quickly turned into worry.
“But… if things continue like this…”
“Don’t worry.”
“If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up.”
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