Chapter 128: If I don't wipe them out completely, I won't be able to eat or sleep in peace!

"Lord Wen, you are quite lucky..."

"You have the honor of being the first person to experience the new tortures of my Mingjing Si!"

"I wonder how many items you can endure..."

You Xian, who had long been rubbing his hands, smiled brilliantly after receiving Chen Yan's authorization.

What a great opportunity for practical testing!

"No... don't!"

Wen Shang shook his head, subconsciously wanting to retreat, but he was firmly secured and could not move.

You Xian beckoned and called over three Embroidered Attire Envoys who specialized in torture.

The first appetizer: Fixing the Hundred Vessels.

An Embroidered Attire Envoy took out silver needles as thick as fingers and thrust them straight into the major acupuncture points.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Wen Shang felt a chill go through his heart, his spirit flying; an intense pain rushed straight to his heavenly spirit cover, and his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Lord Wen, is there anything you want to confess?" You Xian asked unhurriedly.

"No!"

Wen Shang gritted his teeth, stubbornly arguing, "That denunciation letter is all nonsense!"

"This official has never done those things, and has never colluded with the enemy or betrayed the country!"

These tortures were indeed very painful, but Wen Shang could barely endure them for the moment.

He knew that once he admitted it, it would bring a devastating disaster to himself and his family...

"Good."

"Then the next one... Vinegar Nose Injection!" You Xian was too lazy to say more and directly ordered the next process.

The waiting Embroidered Attire Envoy heard this, flipped Wen Shang over, and poured vinegar from a cup into his two nostrils.

"Ugh ugh ugh!"

Wen Shang felt difficulty breathing and pain worse than death.

After catching his breath, he panted heavily and shouted, "I'm wronged!"

"Nephew, son-in-law, I'm wronged!"

"Look at the past friendship between our two families and don't treat your uncle like this!"

"Uncle will definitely do his best to facilitate your marriage with Shu'er!"

Wen Shang tried to play the emotional card to alleviate his current predicament.

But Chen Yan remained unmoved, only saying lightly, "Lord Wen, don't talk about these useless things..."

"Still the same question, do you admit it or not?"

Wen Nianshu wasn't even worthy of entering the house, let alone being a concubine.

As for the friendship between the two families?

What did it have to do with him, Chen Yan?

Not familiar, don't touch me.

"I don't admit it!"

Because of the intense pain, the veins on Wen Shang's neck bulged, his scalp was tight, and he bit his teeth and shouted, "Chen Yan, I, Wen Shang, will absolutely never do as you wish!"

"Doesn't matter!"

Chen Yan was indifferent, didn't care at all, shrugged, walked to the back, pulled over a stool, sat down, and smiled, "It's not me who's in pain..."

"And, I have plenty of time to play with you!"

After a pause, he snapped his fingers at the torturing Embroidered Attire Envoy, "Continue!"

The thing Chen Yan lacked the least was time.

As long as his good former father-in-law was willing, he could taste the tortures for as long as he wanted...

He could even work in three shifts to satisfy him.

"Ah ah ah ah!"

Immediately following, items like Breathless, Dead Pig Sorrow, Sudden Roar, and Soul Losing were hospitably greeted upon him.

It was unknown which item they had reached, but Wen Shang, who could no longer hold on, begged weakly, "Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Hurry and stop!"

The constant physical torture had completely destroyed his mental defenses.

His eyes became hollow.

"What?"

"Lord Wen, have you thought it through?"

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Chen Yan, who was eating pastries, pressed his hand to signal them to stop and asked with great interest.

"I confess, I confess!"

"Those things were all done by me..."

"I beg you, let me go!"

"Don't torture me anymore!"

Wen Shang prayed weakly.

He had originally wanted to learn to be tough to the end, but later he realized he had really overestimated himself.

Those tortures were simply not something a human could withstand.

There was a sense of despair where one could neither live nor die.

"That's more like it..."

Chen Yan took a silk handkerchief, wiped his hands, stood up, walked close to Wen Shang, and smiled, "Uncle, why did you pretend to be stubborn before?"

"Why suffer so many unprovoked disasters for nothing?"

People are just cheap; if they don't hit the south wall, they won't turn back.

"It couldn't be that you specifically wanted to experience the tortures of our Mingjing Si, right?" You Xian took over the conversation and echoed.

His words were full of mockery.

"Hoo~ hoo~"

Wen Shang, having escaped the intense pain, had no time to care and panted heavily.

"Since you've admitted it, then sign and press your fingerprint!"

Chen Yan had no intention of continuing to mock him and urged, "Hurry up and finish the process so we can enter the next stage..."

That was a stage that everyone loved to see...

Raiding the house!

He could make a small fortune again.

You Xian took the confession that had already been drafted, handed the pen to Wen Shang to sign and press his fingerprint, and after confirming it was correct, handed it to Chen Yan.

"Alright!"

Chen Yan flicked the confession in his hand, looked at Wen Shang, his sympathy overflowing, and kindly comforted him, "Uncle Wen, don't be sad, you won't be alone..."

"Your son, your daughter, and your wives and concubines will all accompany you on the road!"

Of course, nothing is absolute; those who are good-looking will be kept by others, and those who are not good-looking will all have to die.

Wen Shang's mouth was dripping with blood, his face had long since become ferocious, no longer the elegance from before. He met Chen Yan's gaze and said faintly, "Mirror Master Chen, Lord Chen, I have signed and pressed my fingerprint as you wished!"

"Can't you raise your hand high and leave a bloodline for my Wen clan?"

Wen Shang really didn't ask for much, he just didn't want the roots to be cut off...

"Sorry, my Uncle Wen..."

Chen Yan smacked his lips and replied, "If I don't wipe them out completely, I won't be able to eat or sleep in peace!"

Having said that, he did not stay any longer and turned to leave.

"Chen Yan, you will die a horrible death!"

"You will face retribution!"

Wen Shang looked at Chen Yan's back, raging in impotence, and cursed hysterically.

Outside the interrogation room.

Chen Yan crossed his arms over his chest and instructed Song Fei, "Wen Shang has already confessed without reservation; seal the Wen Estate immediately!"

"As you command." Song Fei nodded, received the order, and left.

"A Yan, they say you arrested my father?"

"And threw him into the interrogation room for questioning?"

Wen Nianshu rushed forward, grabbed Chen Yan's hand, and asked repeatedly.

It was obvious that since she could know these things in the Mingjing Si, it could only be that someone had deliberately authorized it to be told to her...

"That's right!"

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, brushed off Wen Nianshu's hand, and said playfully, "Our Lord Wen has confessed without reservation!"

"The contents of the denunciation letter, whether they existed or not, he confessed to all of them!"

"A Yan, you promised me..."

Wen Nianshu felt as if the sky had collapsed, slumped on the ground, looked at Chen Yan resentfully, and questioned, "You clearly promised me!"

"What did I promise you?" Chen Yan's mouth curled slightly upward, and he asked.

"You said you would help my father..."

"You would save my Wen clan..."

Despair showed in Wen Nianshu's eyes.

"How come I don't remember?"

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow and asked righteously, "What proof do you have?"

My promise ≠ I promise.

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