Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

After remaining silent for an unknown amount of time, Han Moze snapped out of his thoughts.

“Ahhh… Your Majesty… Spare me… Wahhh ahh… I look identical to how I did before. How could I possibly be a fake? Your Majesty, you’ve got me all wrong! Wahhh wahhh…” Concubine Hui continued to scream.

Anyone could hear the despair in Concubine Hui’s voice just then. She was hurt and heartbroken.

Han Moze slowly turned his head and furrowed his sharp brows. His fierce eyes slowly swept over ‘Liu Rushuang’ for a moment.

All he could see was ‘Liu Rushuang’s beautiful face had turned pale white and her brows tightly locked from the pain. Cold sweat had also run down her teary face from the pain, and her drenched hair stuck to her face. Her pretty little face convulsed in agonizing pain.

Her delicate and slender fingers were clamped between thick hard ebony. The pain made her look unusually weak.

Han Moze had his fists tightly clenched a long time ago. A part of him couldn’t watch on and wanted to desperately call for them to stop. However, the thought of ‘Liu Rushuang’ being a fake made him scrap that idea.

Otherwise, he would truly lose Shuang’er forever. And so, he decided to be ruthless and quietly suppress his heartache deep down inside.

Han Moze averted his gaze, then spoke in a chilling voice and an ominous and joyless face. “I’ll spare you, as long as you tell me the truth! Then, you won’t have to suffer any more physical pain!”

Concubine Hui’s tear-filled eyes instantly shot wide open. The pain from her ten crushed fingers was extremely hard to bear, so she really wanted to relive herself and tell the truth. However, she didn’t really believe that Han Moze would be able to let her go.

Her eyes quivered, then remained silent for a moment. She gazed at Han Moze with her face full of tears and sobered loudly. “Your Majesty, I really don’t know what you mean about telling the truth! Wahhh wahh… Your Majesty, why must you interrogate me like this? Even if Your Majesty wants to kill me, I have no so-called truth to tell! Wahh wahh… Every word I’ve spoken is the truth. If Your Majesty doesn’t believe me, then you may as well kill me! I won’t object to that!”

The eyes of the two shadow guards, who carried out her torture, turned red when they saw how pitiful and distressed ‘Liu Rushuang’ looked and were completely touched.

So, they couldn’t help but ease off the vise.

Concubine Hui felt them clearly ease off the vise and couldn’t help but let out a subtle sigh of relief.

Although she was still in a lot of pain, it was within her pain threshold.

All she had to do was continue to grit her teeth and not admit to a thing. In the end, His Majesty would definitely believe her!

Concubine Hui cried even louder. She looked heartbroken and inconsolable.

Many shadow guards and assassins were so emotionally touched that their visions seemed to blur and some even shed tears.

‘Your Majesty, are you sure that you didn’t misunderstand Her Majesty?’

Mo Ye gritted his teeth and clenched his fists with the urge to run over there and stop the interrogation, but Lin Ye reached his hand out and pulled him back. “Third Clan Master, please calm down. Believe in His Majesty. He must have his reasons for doing this.”

Mo Ye let out a grunt, then retreated. “If that tyrant actually wrongly accused milady, then I’m going to fight with my life just to get revenge on milady’s behalf for the wooden vise!” He said through gritted teeth with a chilling voice.

Mo Ye glanced at the pained ‘Liu Rushuang’ and tightly furrowed his brows. “Me too,” he said with determination.

Mo Ye saw Han Moze’s gaze gradually turn colder, then clenched his two hands by his sides until his knuckles were white.

Concubine Hui saw all her surrounding followers sympathize with her and got increasingly more confident. A proud smirk surfaced the corner of her lips, then she continued to wail.