Han Moze clenched his fists so hard, his knuckles bulged prominently. He shut his eyes, then took a deep breath as though to compose himself.
All of sudden, he opened his deeply grim-looking eyes and spoke in a chilling voice. "Wuxin, Wuqing, bring the empress down and... fasten her onto the vise! We must make the empress reveal her true identity!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Wuxin and Wuqing cupped their fists and accepted their orders.
Little White Flower's watery eyes shot wide open, then immediately ran up to Han Moze. She grabbed onto Han Moze's clothes tightly with both hands, then pleaded with tears down her face and a hoarse wail. "Big Brother, I beg you not to torture Big Sister. Please? She really isn't a fake! Big Brother, you mustn't listen to Le Zhengyu's lies! I beg you! Big brother, let Big Sister go! She's got amnesia. She's already really pitiful! And yet, you treat her like this? She must be so hurt!"
