In the cold torture room of the Dali Temple, Zhou Huai was sitting on a cold torture chair in shackles. Because of the Emperor's decree—no one was allowed to torture Zhou Huai, Zhou Huai had been fine for so many days after he came in. He had not even been tortured.
He refused to confess even when he was tortured, let alone when he wasn't tortured. He sat there arrogantly like a lord. The minister of the Dali Temple was angered to death by this fellow, but there was a personal guard sent by the Emperor guarding him. He couldn't even stab Zhou Huai secretly.
The minister took a sip of cold tea to suppress his anger. "Zhou Huai, how many times do I have to ask before you're willing to confess?"
"What should I confess?" Zhou Huai said casually.
The minister said, "Has General Xiao not summoned Yan Congming alone since he obtained the list of spies?"
Zhou Huai snorted coldly. "You ask me? Then who should I ask?"
