Ning Yao believed that as long as she remained tight-lipped and harbored the heir to the throne in her womb, no one could harm her. However, she hadn't expected her own brother, whom she thought would have escaped, to be caught, putting her in a passive position.
Feng Ling lightly tapped Ning Yao's shoulder, helped her sit down, and then stood by her side. He pressed one finger on her shoulder and leisurely said, "Crown Princess, who is the mastermind behind you? If you refuse to confess, for every count of ten, we will slice off one of your little brother's fingers. When we run out of fingers, we will move on to his toes, then his ears. We will gradually cut off chunks of meat from his body. After all, you share the same mother. Your brother's sufferings are all for you."
"How dare you!" Ning Yao exclaimed angrily.
