She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 41 Why are you so fierce? Be good.

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 Why are you so fierce? Be good.

The liveliest wining and dining venue on the back street housed the most frightening torture chamber in all of Dawei, a fact unknown to everyone.

Imprisoned here were those guilty of the most heinous crimes, each bearing countless blood debts. They spent their days in this dark, sunless place like years, crying out to the heavens that did not respond and to the earth that did not listen.

They called this place — the Eighteenth Level of Hell.

Enveloped in a pitch-black cloak, Xiao Pingfeng walked in, while those at the door wearing fanged masks all knelt down on both knees.

Without turning his head, he walked further inside, passing many cells. The evil-doers reaching out their hands for help hid in corners upon seeing him, daring not to make a sound.

There was no other reason except that he was the master of this place. Every criminal that passed through his hands bore extreme fear towards him.

"Master, we have arrived," the palace attendant said respectfully.

Xiao Pingfeng hummed a response, but he did not go inside directly. Instead, he inspected the torture devices outside, which were so numerous they dazzled the eyes. Many of the devices still dripped with fresh blood, indicating they had just been used!

Under the black robe, a hand stretched out slowly in the dim dungeon, a fine and almost worship-worthy hand, choosing a small knife from among the plethora of torture instruments.

The palace attendant trembled all over at the sight.

It seemed the master was indeed in a terrible mood today.

One could only hope that the person inside could endure a bit longer. Otherwise, confessing directly might be better than suffering thousand cuts and begging for death but unable to die.

Moving further inside, the crisp sounds of whipping could be heard, the dull thud of the whip on flesh was utterly chilling.

The person inside, seeing Xiao Pingfeng enter, stopped their actions.

"Still no confession?" he toyed with the small knife in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the candlelight, sending shivers down one’s spine.

"No, master, this novice is very stubborn," the attendant reported.

"Novice?" Xiao Pingfeng looked at the person hung by the shackles on the wall, the small knife spinning rapidly in his palm creating a flower pattern: "Have you ever seen a monk with twelve dharma scars on his head?"

Even the great Dharma Master had only ten; this person stupidly had twelve perfectly aligned scars on his head.

"You may leave, I won’t be needing you for what follows." He casually said, moving towards the man on the wall without even lifting his eyes.

Soon, only two people remained in the entire room.

Xiao Pingfeng slowly removed his black robe and threw it on a nearby chair, then, holding the small knife, walked up to the novice, gesturing on his face.

"Stop pretending and wake up."

The novice opened his eyes, which were bloodshot, his face streaked with blood, and his grey robe soiled beyond recognition of its original color.

Upon seeing Xiao Pingfeng, his pupils shockingly dilated, followed by a loud laugh: "So it’s you!"

"It is I." Xiao Pingfeng lightly parted his thin lips, his demeanor cold and ruthless. He sized up the man before him, contemplating where to begin.

The novice sneered, "Who could have imagined the god-like Crown Prince himself would be the master of this Eighteenth Level of Hell? I bet even the Emperor is unaware."

Xiao Pingfeng answered with rare patience yet in a languid tone, "Unaware."

"Hahaha, then aren’t you committing a crime of deceiving the sovereign!" The novice felt as though he had discovered something sensational.

Xiao Pingfeng lazily glanced at him, as if looking at a fool: "So what?"

This retort made the novice frown, "Aren’t you afraid?"

Xiao Pingfeng’s lips curled into a mocking smile, "Do you think you will live to see the Emperor after getting out?"

The novice’s eyes flickered with a fading gleam, "How do you know it’s impossible? Our people will spread the news."

"Oh? Your people." Xiao Pingfeng raised an eyebrow frivolously: "Are you referring to the two men in black from last night? They are dead."

"How could..." The novice was stunned, but he quickly composed himself: "What does it matter, we have many people."

Xiao Pingfeng sighed lightly and shook his head, "Should I say you’re foolish, or should I call it blind confidence?" He toyed with the small knife in his hand. "Do you know why this place is called the Eighteenth Layer of Hell?"

The novice licked his cracked lips and remained silent.

The candlelight flickered, making the inner room eerily quiet.

The strikingly handsome man suddenly hooked his lips in a wicked smile and uttered four words, "Because no one survives here."

As soon as his words fell, the small knife had already plunged into the novice’s body...

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Yan Wanqing hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. Today, she ate candied hawthorn, drank sour plum soup, and went to see the frozen lake in the back street. Now, as night fell and the back street was bathed in light, she walked on the cobblestone path, enjoying the bustling sounds mixed with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

At this moment, she felt truly alive.

"It’s getting late, Commandery Princess. You must be tired from all the fun. It’s time to return to the mansion," Huai Yu said.

Yan Wanqing nodded. The air was cold outside, and under the lights, she exhaled a white breath.

Cong Ge helped her onto the carriage, but Huai Yu did not follow, saying he needed to go back and gather some things before heading to the mansion.

Yan Wanqing, tired from the day’s activities, leaned back in the carriage to rest.

The carriage swayed, and the surrounding noises gradually became distant, the surroundings increasingly tranquil.

She slept heavily, and when she awoke, it was pitch black inside the carriage.

"Cong Ge?" she called out, but no one responded.

Yan Wanqing frowned and called out again, "Cong Huan?"

Still, there was no response.

Yan Wanqing lifted the carriage curtain and stepped out, finding herself trapped in a narrow alley. She struggled to squeeze out through the gap.

Cong Ge and Cong Huan would never leave her; neither would the coachman abandon the carriage.

At this moment, she was alone on the carriage, which meant they had encountered trouble, but she was unharmed, suggesting the other party had no ill intentions. Otherwise, they could have woken her up directly instead of waiting for her to rest comfortably before waking up.

Yan Wanqing took a few steps forward; behind her, the horse panted heavily. Backlit, she could see a tall figure standing ahead.

"What is your intention?" she asked first.

The person slowly turned around upon hearing her voice. His expression was indistinct under the black robe, and Yan Wanqing couldn’t see clearly, but felt a familiarity.

Unafraid of death, she moved a few steps forward. The alley was too dark, forcing her to walk forward with her hand against the wall.

As she moved, she probed, "Where have my maid and the coachman gone?"

The person still did not answer, which slightly angered Yan Wanqing. Unsure of the other party’s intentions, she did not want to reveal the presence of the Hidden Guards prematurely.

"Speak!" she barked.

First, a low chuckle reached her ears, sounding increasingly familiar.

In her moment of distraction, the man was already close.

She instinctively raised her hand to block, but in a blink, she was pressed against the wall with his chest pinning her arms.

"Why so fierce? Be nice," a haughty voice sounded in her ear, causing Yan Wanqing’s face to darken instantly.

It was him!

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