Chapter 174: The Demon Lord Princess's Daily Life of Slacking Off Chapter 174: The Dungeon

·

·

·

Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

An Wang heard his daughter's words and explained with a smile: "These children undergo high-intensity training every day, which is very hard. Moreover, some of them are still young, at an age when they need to grow, so naturally we cannot shortchange them."

After hearing this, Qianqian secretly pondered in her heart. She had originally thought that as a prince, her father might be strict but lacking in care for his subordinates, never expecting him to be so thoughtful. As she thought, she couldn't help but feel more respect for her father, realizing he was actually such a kind-hearted person.

Just as Qianqian was immersed in her thoughts, An Wang suddenly said: "Let's go, Father will take you to see the dungeon."

Qianqian snapped back to her senses and asked with a face full of surprise: "There's a dungeon too??"

An Wang nodded and replied with a serious expression: "That's right. Sometimes we need to capture some live ones, such as spies sent by other countries. After catching them, we lock them in the dungeon for interrogation to obtain important information from them."

So the dungeon is equipped with many instruments of torture, all used for torture to extract confessions." Saying this, he led Qianqian toward the direction of the dungeon.

Hearing this, Qianqian couldn't help but feel hesitant in her heart. She had originally felt some fear and unease about this place, but upon second thought, since she had already come here, she might as well go in and take a look.

So she took a deep breath and followed An Wang toward the back of Wuchang.

An Wang led Qianqian to stop before what looked like an ordinary wooden board. He gently reached out and pushed open the board, only to see layer upon layer of stairs revealed below, as if leading to an endless abyss. An Wang stepped down without hesitation, while Qianqian carefully followed closely behind him.

They walked slowly down the stairs, and with every step, the surroundings became increasingly deep and dark. Fortunately, along the way, every certain distance a night pearl emitting a soft glow was embedded, these night pearls like brilliant stars illuminating the road ahead, allowing them to clearly see every step.

Just like that, not knowing how long had passed, when they finally walked down the last step, a flat ground appeared before their eyes. Although they were deep underground, due to the illumination of the night pearls, this place did not appear pitch-black and terrifying, but instead had a mysterious and quiet atmosphere.

Next, the two walked forward side by side. Along the way, they would occasionally pass several prison cells, some empty, some holding prisoners. Most of the people imprisoned here were dressed in rags, with haggard faces and extremely poor mental states, and some had even become insane and out of their minds.

When they were about to reach the end of the dungeon, a relatively open space appeared ahead. On the open space was placed an old wooden table, and two men were sitting by the table. These two wore uniform clothing and had yellow belts tied around their waists, obviously people from the Dark Guard Camp.

The two dark guards saw An Wang arrive and immediately stood up, kneeling in salute in unison, and shouted in unison: "Master!" An Wang nodded slightly and said softly: "Mm, this prince had nothing to do, so I came to stroll around casually." The two dark guards standing beside them held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

An Wang's gaze swept over them, finally landing on Qianqian, and he gave her a meaningful look. Qianqian understood, hurriedly took quick steps past the two dark guards standing like wooden posts, and walked straight toward the rectangular table placed in the corner.

When she got closer, Qianqian discovered that the table was actually full of all kinds of torture instruments, chilling to the bone.

Her gaze was attracted by a feather as white as snow, and a feeling of curiosity welled up in her heart, so she reached out and gently picked it up, turning to An Wang and asking: "Father, is this feather actually a torture instrument?"

An Wang looked at his daughter's innocent and naive appearance, smiled slightly, and replied: "That's right, it is indeed a kind of torture instrument."

Qianqian blinked her big eyes and continued to ask: "Then how is it used?"

An Wang raised his hand and pointed to a thick pillar not far away, explaining: "See that pillar over there? Just tie the criminal to it, take off their shoes, and then use this feather to gently scratch the criminal's soles."

After hearing these words, Qianqian's face was immediately full of black lines, showing an expression of disbelief, and she pouted and said: "Father, who on earth came up with such a boring punishment!" After speaking, she casually threw the feather back on the table, and her gaze was attracted by another strangely shaped iron object.

Only to see that the front end of this iron object was an extremely sharp needle tip, and behind the needle tip were circles upon circles of dense, blade-sharp barbs. Just taking one look, one could imagine how painful it would be if pricked by this thing.

Although she had not yet asked about its use, the clever and bright Qianqian thought for a moment and already understood clearly—this iron thing was definitely a weapon used to torture people.

Just like that, Qianqian examined these various torture instruments one by one, and every extra glance added a bit of chill to her heart.

Until at the end of the table, what came into view was actually a wooden board made of densely packed iron nails, this was the terrifying nail board!

Qianqian asked curiously: "What exactly is this strange thing?" Only to see An Wang replied with an expressionless face: "This is a torture instrument used to make people roll on it."

Hearing this, Qianqian couldn't help but shiver, as if she could feel the sharp iron nails deeply piercing into her bone marrow, a bone-piercing pain instantly spreading throughout her body, she couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

After looking over all the objects in the dungeon one by one, Qianqian's face was as white as paper, her voice trembling as she said: "Father, let's leave quickly..."

An Wang looked at his daughter's terrified appearance, felt pity in his heart, and replied softly: "Alright." Immediately after, he took Qianqian's little hand and carefully walked out of the dark, damp dungeon that emitted waves of rotten stench.

When they finally stepped out of the dungeon and saw the light of day again, An Wang asked with concern: "So now should we go home?" Qianqian had already been scared out of her wits, just mechanically nodding her head, and replied weakly: "Alright..."

So An Wang took the dazed Qianqian and slowly returned along the way they came. Along the way, Qianqian's mind kept flashing with the terrifying scenes in the dungeon, and her heart could not calm down for a long time.

Not knowing how long had passed, the two finally returned to An Wangfu. At this time Qianqian was like she had lost her soul, her steps were floating, and her whole person seemed absent-minded.