Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Han Moze squinted, then swept evil glances at the two shadow guards. “Wuying, Wuzhong, I want to hear the sound of shrieking, not crying! If I hear that woman cry again, the two of you are ordered to cut off both your arms!” He said in a chilling voice.

Wuying and Wuzhong trembled all over and their face turned pale in fear. They didn’t dare go easy on her anymore, and forcefully pulled on the rope, which abruptly tightened the wooden planks between Concubine Hui’s slender fingers.

“Ah!” Concubine Hui hadn’t snapped out of the shock from Han Moze’s orders, when she let out a blood-curdling shriek.

The sound of the crushed bones in both her hands echoed clearly all around them in waves.

It hurts! It was truly a heart-wrenching pain!

Concubine Hui’s little face instantly turned tragically pale. Thereafter, all they could hear were shrieks, as she had no strength left to cry.

Blood poured from her slender fingers and trickled down from the wooden planks. One drip, two drips… Soon enough, there was a pool of blood on the floor.

Han Moze’s cool and perfectly handsome face turned extremely cold. “Stop!” He ordered flatly.

Wuying and Wuzhong immediately loosened the vise without hesitation. They looked completely sympathetic when they turned to see ‘Liu Rushuang’ look like she was on her last breath.

I’m sorry Your Majesty! The tyrant forced me to do it!

Sweat dripped one at a time from Concubine Hui’s face and trickled down her face. Her vision blurred from the tears, and she exhaled more than she inhaled.

She was slightly dizzy from the intense pain.

She wanted to cry but the tears wouldn’t come out. She wanted to scream but she couldn’t make a sound. Clearly, she was at her limit of pain.

“I’ll let you go as long as you tell me the whereabouts of the empress,” said Han Moze, who coldly gazed in a distance.

Concubine Hui heard Han Moze’s voice and her entire body trembled. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she realized that she was in too much pain to make a sound.

Concubine Hui smiled bitterly. Let her go? With that tyrant’s personality? Is that possible?

She now felt countless silver needles stab her heart. The pain was piercing and deep that she quickly lost her breath.

Whatever. If she was going to put on an act, then she might as well go all out. Besides, with that idiot Little White Flower around, her hands were going to get healed sooner or later.

Since she already reached the limit of her pain threshold, a little more pain was nothing.

Han Moze waited for some time but didn’t get a reply from Concubine Hui. His face suddenly turned a steely blue and his fists couldn’t help but clench tightly. “Continue,” he said in a ruthless voice.

Wuying and Wuzhong thought about their own arms, then immediately listened to their orders and tightly pulled on the rope.

“Ah!” Concubine Hui felt another wave of immense pain, then finally fainted because she couldn’t take it anymore.

Would that tyrant let her go because she fainted? On the brink of fainting, Concubine Hui thought about this.

Han Moze tightly furrowed his brows, and was about to say something, when he noticed Mo Ye blocking his path.

Mo Ye’s eyes turned completely red as he stared directly at Han Moze. “What right do you have to say our clan leader is fake? If it is her, then how could you live it up to Milady? You tyrant! You’re truly ruthless after all! Milady really did misjudge you!” He cried angrily.

Lin Ye immediately pulled Mo Ye back, as he was about to strike. “Third Clan Master, don’t be hasty! Let’s listen out to what His Majesty has to say,” He persuaded.

The white horse walked up to them and blew his nose several times. “That evil woman is so obviously fake. Can’t you both tell?” He said furiously.

Mo Ye glared angrily at the white horse with crimson eyes. “Who knows if you’re speaking the truth or not? So what if you’re a ghost? What can you do? Do ghosts not lie? Perhaps Milady changed so dramatically because she had completely lost her memories!” He exclaimed.

The white horse gritted his teeth hard and scowled at Mo Ye. He didn’t want to say anything more. Why doesn’t everyone believe him? And yet, they believe that evil woman?