AMLFS Chapter 54
by VolareChapter 54: You’re So Fierce
Zhao Fangye’s voice echoed abruptly in the dungeon.
Deputy General Sun followed behind him, lighting the candlesticks on the walls. The candlelight filled every corner of the dungeon, and the environment gradually became clear.
The entire dungeon was very spacious, and Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo was tied to a stone pillar in the very center. Behind him was a wall covered with all sorts of torture instruments.
The layout was in a cruciform pattern. On both sides of the horizontal and vertical passageways were rows of narrow cells.
The entire dungeon was gloomy and damp, and the brown stains on the ground were bloodstains that hadn’t been washed away completely. Or perhaps so much blood had flowed over time that it had turned into its current state.
Hearing the sound, Zhao Jingshuo opened his eyes from beneath his dirty hair. He clearly saw the surrounding environment and the person in front of him.
He stared at Zhao Fangye, his voice trembling, but he didn’t forget to make harsh threats: “This prince is the Crown Prince of the dynasty, how dare you imprison me privately! This is disrespect, are you rebelling?”
Without answering, Zhao Fangye walked behind him and took a short blade from the wall.
The short blade gleamed coldly under the candlelight.
Holding the short blade, he turned around and walked in front of Zhao Jingshuo.
Zhao Fangye’s face was gloomy, his light-colored eyes flashed with coldness, and a fierce aura rose around him. His thin lips were tightly pursed, outlining a ruthless curve.
He shouldn’t have, under any circumstances, directed his attention towards Song Huaixi.
Zhao Fangye didn’t care how Zhao Jingshuo tried to make things difficult for him, nor did he want to pay attention to it.
But he was wrong to involve Song Huaixi.
Watching him approach step by step with the dagger in his hand, Zhao Jingshuo began to feel truly terrified.
He twisted his body on the pillar, shrinking back in an attempt to avoid the approaching blade.
He screamed in terror, his voice hoarse: “You… you… what do you want to do? Do you dare to kill me? Are you crazy?!”
Ignoring his screams, with a “Puff” sound,
Zhao Fangye inserted the short blade into his wound, which was still carrying the arrowhead.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!!!!”
“Zhao Fangye… how dare you!!!”
“Ah!!!!”
For a moment, the prison cell resounded with Zhao Jingshuo’s miserable screams.
The short blade was extremely sharp. Zhao Fangye expressionlessly repeated the stabbing motion on his shoulder, the short blade stirring in the flesh, turning out the rotten flesh at the wound along with the good flesh from the shoulder.
Blood gushed out. Zhao Fangye looked at the scarlet flesh on his shoulder, his eyes bloodthirsty, wishing he could cut Zhao Jingshuo into a thousand pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart.
But not now.
“Zhao Fangye!!! You son of a bitch!!! How dare you treat me like this!!!! I will kill you!!! Ah!!”
“You bastard, I won’t let you go!!!”
“Ah!!! You wait!!!”
Zhao Jingshuo spent his days indulging in pleasure and was pampered since birth. When had he ever suffered such a crime? He immediately began to curse loudly.
Throwing the knife aside, Zhao Fangye frowned tightly, disgusted looking at his blood-stained hands.
He said his second sentence since coming to the dungeon: “Too noisy.”
Deputy General Sun hurriedly stepped forward to offer a silk handkerchief, and then found a chair and placed it behind him: “Prince, he is, after all, the Crown Prince. Doing this may be disadvantageous to you.”
Sitting on the chair, slowly and methodically wiping the bloodstains from his fingertips, Zhao Fangye nodded towards Zhao Jingshuo, his eyes shrouded in gloom.
So what if he was discovered?
“The Crown Prince is under house arrest, what does his torture have to do with this Prince?” His expression unchanged, Zhao Fangye said casually: “Begin the torture.”
“Yes.”
In the dark dungeon, Zhao Jingshuo let out painful howls. The sound was sharp and shrill, causing people to tremble.
One could imagine the great torment the person being tortured was enduring.
The miserable sound was intermittent, gradually weakening.
Zhao Jingshuo lost the arrogant air he had before, pleading: “Let me go… ah!!!!”
“Please…”
“Please……….”
Faced with his pleas, Zhao Fangye remained unmoved. Deputy General Sun didn’t dare to stop and continued the torture.
It was unknown how long passed before Zhao Fangye raised his hand, and Deputy General Sun immediately stopped his actions.
Zhao Jingshuo was covered in blood from head to toe, not a single piece of good flesh on his body. His gorgeous clothes had turned into rags, hanging in strands.
A pool of blood gathered at his feet, and he hung his head on the stone pillar, unconscious.
Zhao Fangye parted his thin lips slightly, without any warmth: “Wake him up!”
Deputy General Sun immediately splashed a basin of water on him. The weather had not yet warmed up. The gloomy and damp dungeon was even more bone-chillingly cold.
The unconscious Zhao Jingshuo was immediately awakened by the cold, looking at Zhao Fangye imploringly, his body trembling like a sieve: “I was wrong… I was wrong… don’t kill me… please…”
Zhao Fangye got up and walked in front of him, his tone sinister: “If you ever lay a hand on Song Huaixi again, if he suffers even the slightest mishap, this Prince will kill you.”
Walking out of the dungeon, the sky had already brightened.
Zhao Fangye returned to the mansion, changed out of his blood-stained robes, and walked to the bedside.
On the bed, Song Huaixi’s complexion had returned to normal. He was nestled in the quilt, sleeping soundly. Perhaps feeling hot, the quilt that Zhao Fangye had tucked in for him was already disheveled.
The inner garment he was wearing was also pulled open, revealing his neck with its alluring scenery. Zhao Fangye looked at the marks all over his body.
The expression in his eyes darkened, and he hurriedly pulled up the quilt to cover the exposed beauty.
Sensing the slight movement, Song Huaixi reached out and rubbed his eyes, looking half-awake. He turned over, smacked his lips, and continued to sleep.
These past few days, Song Huaixi had hardly slept a full night. His body was extremely tired, and he slept until late in the afternoon before slowly waking up.
Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, his eyes still dazed.
“Awake?”
A gentle voice came from beside him.
Zhao Fangye was sitting at a round table nearby, reading a letter. Seeing him get up, he walked over and embraced his waist.
“You’ve been sleeping all day. Get up and have some food.”
Song Huaixi’s body was still weak, and he leaned entirely in his arms, hugging his neck, his voice a little hoarse: “I’m so hungry.”
Zhao Fangye called for someone to prepare the meal, looking down at his spoiled appearance like a clingy kitten.
He reached out and stroked his lower back: “Still sore?”
“Sore. Very sore.”
Song Huaixi pouted, those dark eyes with their pure innocence now carrying a bit ofSweetheartand allure. Like a flower from bud to full bloom,tender and beautifuland moving.
Zhao Fangye felt that he was a little different. His small face wasPretty pretty, as if even more beautiful, with something extra added.
“Zhao Fangye, you’re so fierce!” Song Huaixi played with the long hair falling in front of his chest, his tone with complaint.
“Hmm? What?”
“You’re so fierce…”
Zhao Fangye quickly restrained the expression on his face, thinking that he had not properly adjusted his emotions from coming out of the dungeon and had frightened Song Huaixi.
He lowered his eyes and asked: “Did I frighten Huaixi?”
“No… it’s just… just…” Song Huaixi lowered his head, his eyes focusing on his hands, a little hesitant.
“What’s wrong?”
Zhao Fangye thought he was afraid, raising his cheek with a gentle expression: “Tell me properly.”
Song Huaixi looked at his handsome face, and the image of him looking at him with desire flashed in his mind.
His ears suddenly burned.
He quickly looked away, no longer daring to look. After Skin dating, Song Huaixi had opened his mind, and his actions were not as bold as before.
He buried his head in Zhao Fangye’s chest, a muffled voice coming out.
“You’re so fierce, my butt is a little sore…”