Chapter Thirty-One: My Specialty Torture
In Si Jingzhu’s prison cell.
Si Jingzhu couldn’t remember how many days it had been since she was captured.
Ever since she was thrown into this prison, her time felt like it had come to a standstill.
What it was like when she entered is exactly how it is now.
No changes whatsoever.
Originally, Si Jingzhu was quite fond of captivity play.
In the past, when she was alone, she enjoyed locking herself in a room, tying her limbs to the bedpost, immobilizing herself completely.
Then, she would put a feather or something nearby, and occasionally torment herself a little.
She reveled in that pain where she couldn’t resist or escape.
But ever since she got into Young Master Sang’s prison.
Si Jingzhu was now on the brink of claustrophobia.
This place exudes laid-back comfort.
Usually, Young Master Sang strolled in every now and then, messing with a few fish, fiddling with his communication device.
No matter how much she mocked and ridiculed him.
He simply wouldn’t get angry.
And when it came to torturing her, he seemed extremely impatient.
As if just moving the torture instruments would take his life.
Anyway, Si Jingzhu had been confined long enough to lose her sanity.
Her beautiful eyes were vacant as she stared at the aunty who was mopping the floor.
This was the only other living person she could see apart from Young Master Sang.
At first, Si Jingzhu thought about taking her frustrations out on this floor-mopping aunty, thinking if she angered or harmed her, maybe Young Master Sang would punish her out of embarrassment.
But after trying it once, she fell into an abyss of despair and pain.
This aunty was no normal person.
No matter how much she cursed or ridiculed her,
The aunty just looked at her with sympathy.
“Eh, whose daughter is this? What a good child, driven crazy.”
“How pitiful, caught like this.”
Si Jingzhu told her she had voluntarily gotten caught.
But, all she received was an even more caring, idiot-like gaze from the aunty.
“Eh, look at her, all twisted, talking nonsense.”
“Come on, sweetie, lift a leg.”
Si Jingzhu, almost instinctively, lifted her leg.
Then, the aunty mopped the floor and went somewhere else.
Leaving Si Jingzhu alone, slumped in place, questioning her life choices.
She just couldn’t understand why Young Master Sang didn’t torture her at all.
Clearly, Shi Qingyan, who was captured at the same time, she could hear her wailing every day, as if she was being tortured terribly.
So how come here it was silence, as if she didn’t exist?
Si Jingzhu had a feeling.
If this continued, sooner or later, her brain would really start to malfunction.
——
——
Everything finally erupted on this day.
When Young Master Sang, as usual, came to the cell to slack off a bit.
Si Jingzhu suddenly began to plead.
“Brother Sang… Brother Sang.”
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t.”
“Please let me out, I don’t want to stay here, it’s just too boring.”
Young Master Sang yawned, glancing at her with disdain.
“Are you crazy?”
“Letting you out, and then having the Sect Leader chop me up, right?”
“Stop it, I’m not an idiot. I still want to live a few more years.”
Si Jingzhu suddenly broke down, sobbing. Her petite, alluring body curled in the corner, making her look even more pitiful.
“Brother Sang, I realize my mistakes, I shouldn’t have bullied you.”
“Do me a favor, let me go. I can tell you anything about the secrets of the Water Moon Sect!”
Young Master Sang looked at her suspiciously: “Really?”
“Really! Ask whatever, I’ll spill it all!”
“Well then.”
Young Master Sang typically picked a few questions to ask: “How many guest elders with Harmonization Stage cultivation are there in the Water Moon Sect now?”
“Ah?”
Si Jingzhu’s beautiful eyes went blank for a moment, shaking her head: “I… don’t know. My mother never told me…”
“What about the location of your sect’s protective formation?”
“No… don’t know…”
“How many shadow guards do you have?”
“No… no clue…”
“No way.” Young Master Sang’s anger rose. “You don’t know this or that, are you messing with me?”
“Looks like you need more time. I’ll keep you locked up for another ten to fifteen days—”
“Don’t! No!” Si Jingzhu became frantic, shouting with all her might, “I—I know a secret about my mother!”
The Water Moon Sect’s sect leader, Master Yu Xia. Only then did Young Master Sang’s anger lessen as he casually asked:
“Let’s hear it.”
“My mother’s measurements are 94, 60, and 89…”
Young Master Sang: “?”
Your mother has such a big chest?
No. That’s not the point.
What’s the use of this information? Who needs to know this?
As Young Master Sang’s expression grew darker, Si Jingzhu’s voice trembled a bit as she desperately blinked, thinking:
“She—she usually likes to wear purple underwear, black lace panties, and occasionally at night, she might use naughty toys, which she keeps in a wooden box under the bed…”
“Enough.”
Young Master Sang looked disappointed: “Looks like you still don’t plan to cooperate.”
“Then I’ll just keep you locked up until you’re obedient.”
“Please don’t!”
Si Jingzhu cried frantically: “Don’t keep me locked up anymore!”
“I also know a shocking secret about my mother!”
Young Master Sang’s face darkened again: “This is your last chance.”
“Dare to toy with me again, and I won’t hit you or touch you for the rest of your life. I’ll just keep you here, serving you well, and you can enjoy a lifetime of good fortune!”
Hearing that terrifying threat, Si Jingzhu’s face turned pale, and she nodded frantically.
“Actually, my mother….”
She swallowed hard, with a mysterious, serious expression: “She’s still a virgin.”
Young Master Sang: “?”
You’re making me laugh.
“Are you seriously messing with me now?”
Young Master Sang sneered: “Your mother is still untouched, then where did you come from? Did you just pop out from a rock?”
Si Jingzhu nodded desperately.
“Indeed! I was picked up by my mother from a millstone!”
Young Master Sang: “?”
When I’m questioning things, it’s not me who has issues, but I think you have problems.
Why does this woman always come out with so many responses that make me question everything?
“So you mean, you’re not your mother’s biological child?”
Si Jingzhu nodded while sobbing: “My mother has never married or given birth.”
“Why did she adopt me? I don’t know. But I know I’m not her biological daughter.”
Feeling suspicious, Young Master Sang called out to the system: “System, are Si Jingzhu and Master Yu Xia really not related by blood?”
【From a biological perspective, the two can form a mother-daughter relationship】
Oh.
So this little girl is still lying to me.
Young Master Sang’s gaze darkened more than ever.
“I’m kind-hearted by nature. I didn’t want to use such cruel techniques on a harmless little girl like you.”
“But since you’re so stubborn.”
“Then I have no choice but to let you experience my specialty torture.” Young Master Sang grinned wickedly, licking his fingers.
(Forget it, I really can’t type anymore, let’s just push it out for now.)
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