Everyone watched, dumbfounded. Yang Mengchen's action was clearly not an interrogation, but a deception of Xiong Lizheng, right? But since the Prince had just given an order, naturally, no one dared to speak.
The dozen or so young men turned pallid, several of them fainted from fright, and some even wet themselves with a foul and fishy stench.
However, in Yang Mengchen's eyes, there was a hint of amusement. It was good that they fainted, as it would allow her to deal with Xiong Lizheng rightfully and openly. It would be best if they fainted a dozen or twenty times more so she could prick all his fingers and toes, and let Xiong Lizheng truly enjoy the exquisite sensation of constantly teetering between life and death.
Sipping the delicately flavored light tea, Long Xuanmo's lips were curled in a faint, thin smile, but in his heart, there was some unease.
