In another corner of the palace, Wanyan Lie, Wanyan Hong's father, was also doing something terrifying.
In an eerie room in the underground palace of Changqiu Palace, Yue Lanzhi was tied to a wooden cross.
"Emperor, what are you going to do?" Yue Lanzhi's eyes were full of fear, as she couldn't imagine that Wanyan Lie, who had just been speaking to her with a gentle smile moments ago, would do such a thing.
"Haha, my beloved concubine, don't be afraid, I'm here to help you!"
In Wanyan Lie's hand was a jade-green bamboo whistle about a finger's length, very beautiful. Seeing this whistle, Yue Lanzhi suddenly remembered what had happened before she came, and looked at the woman standing on the other side, who had a similar appearance to hers.
"No! Emperor, don't!"
Yue Lanzhi struggled and cried, trying to touch the heart of the man in front of her with her tears, "Emperor, what did I do wrong that you treat me like this! Emperor, please spare my life! Emperor!"
