The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

“Ah Jing?” Su Yingxue remembered and cursed Mu Fei again, “Ah Jing is pure-hearted, yet Mu Fei exploited her to use as leverage to threaten me into escaping, utterly despicable!”

Chu Yihan didn’t quite see it that way, but he hadn’t settled on a conclusion.

When they found the place where the firewood was kept, Mo Qi went in first to take a look, then came out and said, “It’s quite disgusting inside, Princess, perhaps you should not go in.”

He almost threw up.

“Is it full of human pigs?”

“Princess is as insightful as a deity!”

Mo Qi was somewhat impressed.

The strong smell of alcohol inside led him to think there might be a cellar hidden within; but who would have known that once inside, he would see a series of wine jars, each containing a paralyzed person, all blinded and deafened, steeping alive in medicinal liquor.

They could hardly be called human anymore.

In that room of human pigs, Su Yingxue identified two familiar faces.

She pointed and said, “Take these two back to the palace and present them to Shen Yu.”

Mo Qi did as she instructed.

In the end, Su Yingxue went to the imperial prison to see Mu Fei.

This place was as secure as a fortress of copper walls and iron barriers, and Su Yingxue was not worried he could escape.

With Chu Yihan’s Shadow Guards watching outside, even with Mu Fei’s high martial arts skills, escape was impossible.

But when Su Yingxue arrived, Mu Fei looked at her with scorn, as though he had been waiting for her.

“You come at this hour, you’ve seen Shen Yu’s parents already, and moved them back to the palace, right?”

Mu Fei’s sneer was chilling, his voice sinister like a demon from hell.

He was covered in heavy shackles but appeared utterly fearless.

Su Yingxue sat before him, her expression calm, “Because the imperial grandmother killed your entire family, you endured in the Ghost Market all these years, just to plan your next moves, to either kill the imperial grandmother or have her kill me?”

“Yes!”

Mu Fei scoffed coldly, “Too bad you are really too troublesome; otherwise, that old woman would now be among those in the wine jar, and I would peel a piece of her flesh every single day, cutting for three hundred and sixty-five days, making her life worse than death!”

Such pain would avenge the death of his whole family!

“No! Even that is not enough! The Imperial family of the Great Wei Dynasty must die! They must all die, to join my Mu Family… to join my parents and siblings in a mass grave!”

Mu Fei leaned against the wall, laughing maniacally, his eyes, once handsome, now bloodshot and wild.

“The Imperial Guard failed in their duty, grandmother became furious, perhaps she went too far, but you, having narrowly escaped death, should have lived properly, to continue the bloodline of your Mu Family. But what have you become? How many times has your face been cut?” Su Yingxue’s brows furrowed, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

“Live well?”

Mu Fei laughed as if he heard the funniest joke, “Hahaha! Hahahahaha… Live well? How does a slave live well in that sunless place of the Ghost Market?”

He pointed to his own face, his sharp fingernails digging into the flesh, drawing a deep wound.

As if feeling no pain, he was lost in his memories, “Indeed, my face has been cut by many knives, so many that I’ve lost count! Because that woman disliked my original appearance, only by changing to suit her preferences could I earn her favor, could I survive…

Those years, my face was continuously under the knife, many times I almost went blind, mad! But I dared not die. I feared that if I died, when I met my parents below, they would scold me for being so useless! Even vengeance for them, I could not achieve!”