After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 66: Punishment Department

The Shen Xing Department is a very special institution in the palace because it has three departments at the same time.

Inner Court, Dali Temple, and Zongzheng Temple.

When a maid or eunuch in the palace makes a serious mistake, the inner court can ask the Division of Punishment to torture them.

If the empress in the harem and the eunuch of the fifth rank or above in the inner court commit a crime and it is inconvenient to escort them out of the palace, Dali Temple can ask the Department of Punishment to conduct a criminal detention and review on their behalf.

In addition, when a prince commits a crime, the Zongzheng Temple will generally appoint a criminal prosecution department to conduct a preliminary trial.

It stands to reason that the imperial army only has the obligation to guard the Division of Punishment, but does not have the power to use the Division of Punishment unless there is an emperor's will.

Therefore, Ye Qinghuai did not think of the Shenxing Division at first.

There are many methods in the Shenxing Division that are kept secret. Ye Qinghuai once heard Empress Dowager Jing Min mention one or two of them, which are very scary.

If Qin Baozhu is really taken to the Criminal Punishment Department, even if he can escape the death penalty, he will inevitably be punished with life.

Ye Qinghuai didn't dare to think about it.

The group of people soon arrived at the Sentence Department.

The door of the Shenxing Department is not big. There are two dim lights in the stone lanterns outside the door. There are guards on each side. When Ye Qinghuai saw Ye Qinghuai, she immediately knelt down and saluted with her knife in hand.

Ye Qinghuai didn't even look at the guards, walked quickly across the threshold, and went straight to the main hall's room.

The main eater was eating alone in the house. When he saw Ye Qinghuai pushing the door open with so many people, the chopsticks in his hands fell to the ground, and he quickly stood up and knelt down.

"Did the imperial army escort Lan Gui here at noon today?" Ye Qinghuai asked straight to the point.

The principal was startled, sweat suddenly dripped from his forehead, and asked stammeringly: "Lan... noble Lan?"

"There is only one master in my harem, don't you know?" Ye Qinghuai asked sharply.

The officer's face suddenly changed, and he immediately knelt down with his arms in front, kowtowed as if he were pounding garlic, and said: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, it really is none of my business! The imperial army said that they were ordered by Dali Temple to borrow the punishment department.

They tortured the spies who sneaked into the palace. I really didn’t know that they were noble Lan! If I knew they were noble Lan..."

"Where are the people?" Ye Qinghuai cut off his tearful explanation.

"Here, down there..."

"Take me to see it." Ye Qinghuai's voice had an imperceptible tremor.

She had already guessed Qin Baozhu's situation from the panicked eyes of the principal, but she couldn't believe it.

The chief quickly got up from the ground, picked up a small lamp from the table and led Ye Qinghuai and the others down to the dungeon of the Shenxing Department.

Although this dungeon was not big, it had a dark and mysterious atmosphere everywhere. Ye Qinghuai was keenly aware of the smell of blood in the air.

The principal stopped at the door of the first room. He stood at the door with a lamp, his head lowered, not daring to look at Ye Qinghuai.

Ye Qinghuai opened the door and felt a blast of cold air.

There were five stone beds lined up in the room, and there was a small window on the top of the wall. The moonlight poured down from the window and shone on the stone beds.

It's a morgue.

There was a body lying on one of the stone beds, covered with a rough white cloth.

Ye Qinghuai's breath suddenly choked.

She swayed, walked to the stone bed in a daze, and slowly opened the white cloth.

Under the white cloth was a face that was all too familiar to her.

Qin Baozhu was lying there, her face as white as a piece of paper, and there was a faint trace of blood on the corner of her mouth.

Those big, lively eyes were closed forever.

He would never show his sly and bright smile to Ye Qinghuai again.

Ye Qinghuai's hand dropped weakly.

Qin Yang, who had been following Ye Qinghuai, suddenly rushed out of the crowd. He staggered to the stone bed and looked at the body on the stone bed in disbelief.

"Baozhu..." Qin Yang murmured softly.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Qinghuai, his eyes full of chaos, and asked: "Is it her?"

His voice was very soft, a little hollow, and a little choked.

Ye Qinghuai didn't dare to look into his eyes. She saw a distressing and almost pleading urgency in his eyes.

Desperately hoping to get Ye Qinghuai's denial.

Ye Qinghuai turned away his eyes and lowered his head, whispering: "I'm sorry."

A feeling of despair appeared on Qin Yang's face, and something in his eyes seemed to suddenly break.

His legs went weak, he knelt down holding on to the edge of the bed, buried his head on the edge of the bed, and cried bitterly.

Such a tall man was crying as helplessly as a child.

The cry was like a sharp knife, piercing Ye Qinghuai's heart with every sound.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt that people always said they felt distressed, but it turned out to be a physical pain that could really be felt.

Qin Yang's hands pressed against the white cloth became tighter and tighter, and his nails dug into the flesh of his palms. The white cloth slipped to the side with him and fell to the ground.

Qin Baozhu's body was completely exposed to the moonlight.

Ye Qinghuai glanced at it, widened his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Her outer robe was taken off, leaving only a white middle coat on her body. There was an inch-long blood hole on her chest. She died from a sword piercing her chest. The white clothes below her chest were soaked with blood. It was shocking to see.

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What was even more shocking was that the lower part of her underwear was also stained with blood.

Ye Qinghuai frowned.

In her mind came the frightening punishments that the legendary punishment department specially used to deal with women.

Her heart seemed to be twisted with anger, regret, guilt and hatred.

Qin Yang seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of him. He knelt beside the bed and looked at his sister's body at a loss, like a frightened child.

Then he saw Qin Baozhu's hand hanging by his side, and suddenly he looked mournful.

The little hand that he had held since childhood had no nails left, and the nail grooves of each finger were bloody and still dripping blood slowly.

Qin Yang raised his hand, but finally did not dare to touch her hand.

He has been living in the streets since he was a child, and has been hit by countless fists and knives, but he has never felt pain like this.

Ye Qinghuai followed his gaze and looked at Qin Baozhu's fingers. For a moment, she felt as if her internal organs had been taken away.

"Who did this?" Ye Qinghuai turned around and looked at the head of the Criminal Punishment Department.

Her voice was colder than this iron prison, and her eyes were bloodshot.

The two guards escorted the principal in front of Ye Qinghuai. Without waiting for others to push him, the principal knelt down on his own.

"Your Majesty! I'm wronged! I really didn't know it was Guiren Lan! The imperial army brought many people in and went straight to the dungeon, and I couldn't stop them..." The chief's head banged on the ground,

The black gauze on her head fell to the ground and rolled to the edge of the stone bed.

"I ask you again, who did this?" Ye Qinghuai leaned down, grabbed the principal's hair, turned his panic-stricken face to face her, and asked word by word.

(End of chapter)