Zhao Cuo began to ask questions indifferently, but the result was not unexpected. In front of him, Mrs. Yan, who lowered her head and covered her face with thick black long hair, said nothing.

With the torture order in hand, Mr. Zhao knew what he had to do.

He couldn't be merciful to a woman who wanted to bewitch him out of nowhere.

"not talking?"

Zhao Cuo nodded lightly, turned around and walked to the wall only a few meters away from the round table. He stretched out his hand and pressed the hidden grid with familiarity.

The stone wall rose quietly.

An inner room with a complete set of torture instruments was revealed.

"I'll give you one last chance."

Zhao Cuo unhurriedly moved the charcoal basin set up in the dark room in front of the woman, lit the charcoal fire with the matching fire stick, and placed a blackened fire stick into it.

"Are you going to say it or not?"

Feeling the heat wave coming towards her face, Madam Yan finally reacted. She raised her cheeks somewhat sluggishly, and her purple eyes reflected the light of the fire.

What made Zhao Cuo frown was that there was no emotion in her slightly dull eyes.

There was not even a trace of wavering on this woman's face.

"It seems I have to make you suffer a little first."

Zhao Cuo's heart sank, and he realized that even if he tortured this woman, he would probably gain nothing. He understood that torturing a person who was not afraid of physical pain was in vain.

Even so, he still picked up the poker that was quickly burning red with a ruthless expression.

He stretched the hot and red front part to a position only a few centimeters away from her beautiful eyes.

"What a nice view."

Mrs. Yan looked at the red iron rod in front of her, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said infatuatedly:

"It's as bright and hot as my name."

'Are there no normal women in this world?'

Zhao Cuo looked at the beautiful woman whose face was gradually becoming sickly with a numb scalp. Thinking of the crazy attitude this woman had just before she poisoned him, he understood what serious illness this late emperor's concubine had.

After hesitating for a moment, he put the fire stick in his hand back into the charcoal brazier. Torture was a means rather than an end. Since it was useless, he didn't want to waste time.

He thought of a better way.

"Are you looking down on me?"

Seeing him put down the fire stick in his hand, Madam Yan's face turned gloomy, and her pair of narrow and beautiful fox eyes revealed displeasure.

"You know and you still ask?"

Zhao Cuo smiled contemptuously at her, raised his hand and pinched her plump and pretty chin, and lifted her face up teasingly.

He unabashedly used his aggressive eyes to examine the coquettish face in front of him. For some reason, he could see a little girlish innocence in the seductive face of this woman.

Is it an illusion?

"It's really a vase with no flaws."

Zhao Cuo said insulting words without any scruples.

He deliberately used such rude words that should never be said to women.

Madam Yan's face turned gloomy in an instant, and she stared at the young man in front of her with cold eyes, as if she wanted to swallow him into her stomach with such ferocious eyes.

"No - you look down on me again!"

The blue veins on her forehead were bulging as she squeezed out words from between her teeth.

'really……'

Zhao Cuo understood clearly.

He knew what the late emperor's widow cared about.

She is probably an extremely proud but low-self-esteem woman at heart. Pride prevents her from allowing others to despise herself, but she does not have the self-confidence to support this self-esteem, which makes her extremely sensitive to others' contempt.

'Just use verbal attacks to break her defense first!'

Attacking the enemy's danger is often the most profitable approach!

"I said the wrong thing."

Faced with her cannibalistic look, Mr. Zhao responded with a polite smile and bowed apologetically.

"Um?"

Madam Yan was stunned for a moment.

"After all, Madam is also a disciple of the current Imperial Master, and her cultivation has reached the fourth level. She cannot be said to be a flower vase."

Zhao Cuo said with a serious face, and then showed a mocking smile without waiting for her to react.

"The dignified Yuanshen realm was actually managed by me with a little Qi training in the midst of applause. Judging from your appearance, you must not be reflecting on it now, right?"

He shook his head with an expression like "I really can't do anything to you."

"Shut up!"

This wave of ridicule had a great effect. Madam Yan's charming little face suddenly turned red, and her beautiful eyes stared at him fiercely with anger.

"Those who cannot face reality are always the weak."

Zhao Cuo put his hand on her delicate and fat face without any politeness at all, and then pinched it hard, leaving a medium-deep red mark.

"To be honest, I was amused by you from the beginning."

Under the gaze of Madam Yan's purple eyes that gradually became lifeless, he showed a look of contempt towards her and said with a smile on his lips:

"It seems that Madam wants to be an enemy of the Queen Mother? Please re-evaluate yourself. Do you think you are worthy?"

"Can you say that again!"

Madam Yan's breathing began to become rapid.

"People know themselves."

Zhao Cuo sighed and shook his head.

"Who do you dare to talk to me like this!"

She struggled angrily and tried to get up, but she couldn't.

"In order to prevent you from being confused about your position, I will mercifully tell you what my empress thinks of you. Just yesterday I went to the palace and asked about the relationship between the queen mother and you. Do you think she is

What did you say?"

Zhao Cuo smiled playfully, then leaned over Madam Yan's crystal pink ears, and imitated the way the Queen Mother teased him by blowing and saying:

"My queen said... I'm not familiar with you."

As soon as Zhao Cuo said these words, all the emotions on Madam Yan's face disappeared, and her beautiful eyes slowly lost their highlight and became hollow and dark.

"you……"

Her voice seemed to have a crying tone, and just one syllable pouring out of her white and tender throat could already make people feel the resentment and unwillingness in her heart at this time.

"Anything else to say?"

Zhao Cuo straightened up.

He looked at her charming little face again.

However, this time he was stunned and looked at Madam Yan, who looked like a beautiful young woman in a daze. Why were the corners of this woman's eyes so bright that she looked like she was about to cry?

"Why... you all have trouble with me!"

Madam Yan stared at her beautiful eyes with tears in her eyes.

The sobs turned into obvious cries as the tears continued to fall. She bit her lower lip as if she had been wronged a lot, and I felt pity for her as she burst into tears.

The late emperor's widow had already fallen into her own world. She was crying so hard that she no longer paid attention to Zhao Cuo who had made herself like this. She raised her little fist and beat it on the table in a state of collapse. Her tears kept flowing as if she didn't want money.

Sliding down and beginning to doubt her life, she cried louder and louder!

"Yan'er has obviously worked so hard! He spends all his time practicing every day! Why can't he win? It's all Zhao's fault! Thirteen years ago, she took away the national fortune before he could even enjoy it! Now he's asking his subordinates to come.
Chapter completed!