Chapter 151: Only those who wrong you know how wronged you are!

"You know?"

"What do you know?"

Chen Pingchu, for some reason, felt his heart skip a beat, and a look of panic and nervousness appeared.

Because that sentence, and the expression and tone of the person who said it, were extremely wrong...

As if he had seen through his biggest secret.

"Know that you are a bastard who is good at disguising, hidden very deep, and psychologically twisted..."

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, pointed the branding iron in his hand at the tip of Chen Pingchu's nose, and without any intention of selling the punchline, commented unhurriedly.

He paused, then asked meaningfully: "Using Chen Cijiu and Chen Gubai's hands to deal with me is really interesting, right?"

Don't look at this Chen Pingchu tied to the torture rack; in the eyes of Chen Tongyuan and others, he was a person with a persona of being honest, harmless, timid, and cowardly.

But those were only appearances, disguises...

In his memory, he was actually a thing that crawled in the dark!

In his childhood, he often abused various living things for fun behind people's backs.

As he grew up, he secretly fueled the flames and caused quite a few stumbles for the former Chen Yan.

The original owner was a weak good person; even if he knew Chen Pingchu's true face, he didn't want to argue with him...

But the current Chen Yan was not!

Every single thing from the past had to be returned!

He actually knew everything???... Chen Pingchu heard this, his pupils locked, and he looked at Chen Yan in disbelief, asking in surprise: "You were really hiding your clumsiness before?!"

Even when this legitimate eldest brother of his returned safely from the Heavenly Prison, Chen Pingchu had had this suspicion in his heart.

But when it was truly confirmed, he was still incomparably shocked...

Who could have thought that the guy he had been secretly kicking while he was down for all those years wasn't weak and easy to bully, but was playing dumb?

"You guess?" Chen Yan blinked and replied ambiguously.

It really was so... Chen Pingchu took in this playful expression, becoming increasingly certain of his guess, and sneered: "How do you have the face to say I am good at disguising and hidden very deep?"

"You have been pretending for more than ten years!"

Before he became famous, let alone him, Chen Pingchu, no one in the Duke of Wei's mansion had perceived it, including the Old Master Chen Hu...

Otherwise, their father Chen Tongyuan wouldn't have designed to report and send Chen Yan into the Heavenly Prison...

Pretending for more than ten years as one day, how terrifying it was!

Just thinking about it made Chen Pingchu feel cold all over...

"So what?"

"Winner takes all, loser is just a prisoner..."

"If your cultivation isn't enough, you can't blame anyone!"

Chen Yan shrugged, hooked a curve at the corner of his mouth, and mocked.

While stimulating with words, the red-hot branding iron in his hand this time was printed on the inside of his thigh.

Emitting a "hissing" burning sound.

Chen Pingchu, who was only sixteen, was in pain, baring his teeth, and under the dual torture of spirit and body, his twisted nature could no longer be suppressed, and he let out a hysterical question: "Why!"

"Why are you the legitimate eldest son!"

"Why can you get the partiality of your grandfather!"

"Why are we both born in the Duke of Wei's mansion, both endured for so many years, and you can get the favor of the Grand Chancellor!"

At that moment, Chen Pingchu's jealousy of many years was revealed vividly.

Why did he have no grudges with Chen Yan, yet targeted him multiple times and secretly kicked him while he was down?

Because Chen Pingchu was jealous, and his heart was full of hatred!

Even if everyone wasn't valued by his father Chen Tongyuan...

But Chen Yan occupied the status of the legitimate eldest heir.

And the love of his grandfather all along.

While he was just an illegitimate son, and had nothing! Nothing!

Now his grandfather was dead, but this guy had obtained the favor of the Grand Chancellor who held the power of the court!

"Because you are weak!"

"If the person is not good, don't blame the road for being uneven..."

Chen Yan threw the red-hot branding iron back into the fire basin and added a knife.

"You!"

Chen Pingchu's eyes were about to split, he glared at Chen Yan who was mocking him, and cursed crazily: "Chen Yan, you won't die well!"

"You will definitely fall into the eighteenth level of Avici Hell!"

"Well cursed!"

"Well cursed!"

Chen Yan didn't have the slightest anger, but instead clapped his hands and praised.

He paused, smiled extremely brilliantly, and suggested enthusiastically: "Do you want to taste this Snow-Top Song?"

"Appreciate the same painful death method as Chen Cijiu?"

After saying that, he snapped his fingers.

You Xian moved in response, took out the "Snow-Top Song" searched from the room from his bosom, unfolded the small bag, and revealed the snow-white delicate powder inside.

"No!"

"Don't!"

Thinking of Chen Cijiu's miserable and painful death, Chen Pingchu was panicked, his eyes full of fear, and he begged: "Eldest brother, give me a quick death!"

"Don't torture me; I don't want to die as miserably and painfully as Chen Cijiu..."

Chen Pingchu tried to retreat, but was firmly fixed by the torture rack and couldn't move a bit.

"Then that's not up to you... please!"

"Open your mouth!"

You Xian approached step by step, grabbed Chen Pingchu's jaw, pinched open his mouth, and poured the "Snow-Top Song" from the bag into it.

"Ugh ugh ugh..."

Chen Pingchu's strength couldn't compare to You Xian's; resistance was useless, and he let out a violent cough: "Cough cough cough!"

That dim bottom of his eyes was infinite fear of painful death...

Despair.

"How is it?"

"How is the taste?"

"Is it still palatable?"

Chen Yan put his hands on his chest, looked at Chen Pingchu with great interest, and said playfully.

"It's salty?!"

Chen Pingchu, who was forced to swallow the "Snow-Top Song," didn't wait for the severe pain in his body, but was stimulated by the taste, and asked in confusion: "It's like salt, but why is it so delicate..."

After his brain crashed for a long time, he came back to his senses, looked at Chen Yan who was teasing in front of him, and asked: "What on earth is it?!"

Chen Pingchu wasn't sure what the "Snow-Top Song" was, but he could be certain that it absolutely wasn't poison!

"It was just a bag of fine salt that You Xian brought along before going to the Duke of Wei's mansion..."

Chen Yan took the bag from You Xian's hand, pinched and rubbed it, shook it in front of Chen Pingchu, and said nonchalantly.

"This... this is fine salt?!"

Chen Pingchu was startled, couldn't believe his ears, but suddenly realized something, and asked: "Then what about the Snow-Top Song?!"

The blind student finally discovered the point.

"Where is there any Snow-Top Song?"

"I just made it up casually!"

Chen Yan threw the bag away and hooked a curve at the corner of his mouth, playing around.

He paused, then continued: "Anyway, that idiot Chen Tongyuan wouldn't go to check..."

There was indeed a deadly poison called "Snow-Top Song" in the world, but Chen Yan hadn't prepared it.

The appearance of fine salt was just like a deadly poison; just give it a name, and whatever Chen Mouren said it was, it was!

With such an authoritative existence as the Zhuque Mirror Master giving an accurate conclusion, in that situation, did Chen Tongyuan have the heart to check the authenticity?

Furthermore, did the people in the Duke of Wei's mansion have the ability and courage to check?

Chen Yan had figured this out!

"Why do you want to frame me?"

"Chen Cijiu's death clearly has nothing to do with me!"

Chen Pingchu was anxious, his anger rushed to his heart, his reason was gone, and he blurted out.

"This question of yours is as stupid as you are!"

Chen Yan heard this, shook his head helplessly, and sneered: "What else could it be for?"

"Because I want revenge!"

"Now that there is an opportunity, do you think I have any reason to let you go?"

The four words "vengeful" were carved into Chen Yan's bones.

Of course, this was only a part; more importantly, the reason was to make him take the blame...

"Chen Yan, you bastard!" Chen Pingchu cursed.

"The appetizer is over; it's time for the main course!"

"Torture!"

Chen Yan didn't care, smiled indifferently, and ordered.

You Xian nodded, immediately greeted the Embroidered Attire Envoys on the left and right, and began to serve the "main course"...

Fixing the hundred vessels, breathless, dead pig sorrow, etc., began to be served one after another.

"Stop!"

"I admit it, I admit everything; Chen Cijiu was indeed poisoned by me!"

"Don't use torture anymore; give me a quick death..."

Chen Pingchu, who didn't know how many cruel tortures he had suffered, was in pain, and under the stimulation of physical torture, he finally had a mental breakdown, crying and begging.

Chen Yan leaned lazily against a pillar, smacked his lips, and teased: "You got one problem wrong..."

"I brought you back just to torture you to death alive!"

"As for whether you admit it or not, the crime will be on your head!"

"It's just that simple..."

Forcing him to admit his guilt?

Chen Mouren had never thought about it...

It was just to satisfy his bad taste for abuse, that's all!

"You are truly a pervert!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Chen Pingchu's wails rose and fell in the interrogation room.

But he didn't die so quickly, because You Xian had thoughtfully prepared ginseng soup to hang that breath for him...

One day later.

Chen residence.

Underground secret chamber.

Chen Yan sat on the main seat, closing his eyes to rest.

Zhu Yi and Wen Run, one on the left and one on the right, carried someone whose head was covered and whose hands and feet were bound, walked in from outside, and said in a low voice: "Young Master, the person has been brought back..." ===== CHAPTER 152 =====