The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Chapter 295 Unyielding

How could Han Qingyan let Mo Jiu get his wish?

Did she come to take revenge on him, or as the saying goes, whatever the tyrant wished for, she deliberately did not do.

"Our baby Su is going to bed..." Han Qingyan's smile was extremely sarcastic, and she even hummed some melody, like a children's song.

Mo Jiu couldn't bear it anymore and raised her hand to slap Han Qingyan hard on the face. However, she noticed it with her sharp eyes and quick hands, and then grabbed Hao's wrist to stop his action.

"Your Majesty, are you energetic again?" Han Qingyan said coldly. If she hadn't foreseen the crisis, she would have let Mo Jiu succeed.

"Kill if you want, why do you have to shame and humiliate me like this?!" Mo Jiu looked at her without fear, the hatred and resentment in his eyes made him want to eat her flesh and bone marrow.

For the emperor, death is no matter how terrible it is. What he cares more about is his own dignity and pride.

Han Qingyan was extremely angry and said: "Then why don't you, Your Majesty, die yourself?"

Hearing this, Mo Jiu's eyes seemed to light up, and then she stared at Han Qingyan coldly, with a hint of disdain at the corner of her lips: "Do you really think... I don't dare?"

Han Qingyan was a little silent. She knew that Mo Jiu was naturally brave. When he was in prison, Pei Jian almost strangled him to death. He didn't beg for mercy or be afraid. He only saw relief in his eyes.

She stopped taunting Mo Jiu and walked towards the dragon bed. Suddenly she felt the body of the person in her arms tremble suddenly, and a faint iron smell was faintly emitted.

Han Qingyan was startled. She looked down and raised her hand to pinch Mo Jiu's cheek. A large stream of blood poured out like a fountain and stayed on his smooth chest along the corners of her lips. She was wet.

On the clothes...

"You're looking for death!" Han Qingyan raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect that Mo Jiu would be so unyielding. When he said he would commit suicide, he just bit his tongue and committed suicide.

She pinched Mo Jiu's cheeks harder to prevent him from biting his tongue again, and said in a cold voice: "Bite your tongue and commit suicide? You won't die immediately, but you will choke to death with blood, do you know that?"

In a sense, this method of death is no different from torture. In addition to the pain, biting the tongue will certainly not cause death, but it can cause death. That is, the blood spurting out will flow back into the throat, just like drowning.

People choked to death.

Mo Jiu's eyebrows were knitted together, obviously in extreme pain, but the look in his eyes as he looked at her remained unchanged, containing sarcasm and silently mocking her.

"Ha." Han Qingyan laughed angrily. This was the second time, "Your Majesty wants to die? Then I can't let Your Majesty get his wish."

She threw Mo Jiu on the bed, then continued to pinch his cheeks and pressed directly on him.

Mo Jiu's eyes widened slightly, realizing what was going to happen next. She struggled desperately, but Han Qingyan easily restrained her hands with her other hand.

"Ugh!!!" The tyrant could only let out an angry groan because of his tongue and his cheek being pinched. In the end, even the groan gradually dissipated.

…

Han Qingyan got angry and bullied Mo Jiu twice this time. The wound on his tongue was left like that. Every time the blood flowed too much and filled the mouth, she would bend down.

He sucked all the blood away, and even more deliberately sucked it in, stimulating the wounds there. Repeatedly, the torture made Mo Jiu miserable.

But when it was all over, Mo Jiu's body temperature, which had subsided, rose again, but Han Qingyan didn't even have a faint trace of pity anymore.

If he doesn't let his memory grow this time, I'm afraid he will try the same thing next time.

You have to make him so scared that he doesn't dare to commit suicide again!

Looking down at Mo Jiu, who was gray-faced and breathing weakly, Han Qingyan covered his mottled body and called two close aides in: "Invite that doctor over again."

The confidants have no doubts about this, they just need to obey the orders.

But when the doctor was brought over again, his expression was not much different from that of Mo Jiu. He thought Han Qingyan suddenly reacted and planned to kill someone and silence him.

"Sir, sir..."

"Shut up." Han Qingyan said with a cold face, "Show him."

The doctor quickly shut up and walked to the bedside. He watched Mo Jiu become more miserable in just an hour, and his heart was trembling.

"Sir, may I ask where it is?"

"Mouth, tongue."

"Then please open His Majesty's mouth..." The doctor knew very well that he could not have any contact with Mo Jiu.

Her recognition made Han Qingyan feel better for a while, and she gently pinched the unconscious Mo Jiu's cheek and opened her mouth.

The doctor glanced at her and saw that Mo Jiu's cheeks were extremely red. She looked like she was being squeezed tightly before, but now she was so gentle...

Han Qingyan glanced at him. She didn't dare to think about it anymore and observed Mo Jiu's injuries.

Finally, she prescribed a few more medicines: "Your Majesty, it's nothing serious, as long as you be more careful next time..."

"I understand." Han Qingyan nodded, looked at his cronies, and said, "Send the doctor home."

After they left again, she started applying medicine to Mo Jiu. Even in his deep sleep, his body was still trembling slightly in pain, and his shiny toes were twitching again and again.

"Huh..." After doing this, Han Qingyan let out a long breath. Her energy was almost exhausted.

The ability to predict does not come without any price, at least her pale face is not fake, but real. Fortunately, she has been trained by Pei Feng, and she is slightly stronger than normal people after she becomes weak.

"Ahem..." She planned to leave here. There were still many things that needed to be dealt with and she couldn't stay in the palace forever.

But she paused and asked her cronies to guard her. At most, Mo Jiu could not escape from here, but what if he continued to seek death?

She shouldn't have said those words to the tyrant, leaving him with the option of committing suicide!

Soon, Han Qingyan had an idea. She stayed on the battlefield all year round and was still by Pei Feng's side. She had seen many methods of torture to extract confessions, and there were naturally ways to prevent prisoners from committing suicide.

After a while, a huge box was brought over. Han Qingyan opened it and took a look. Her eyes widened slightly, and then her eyes turned gloomy.

…

When Mo Jiu woke up from a full sleep, she found that something was wrong with her state.

"Uh huh..."

He found that a shackle was placed on his mouth, and after such a long time, a lot of saliva flowed out.

He subconsciously wanted to take it off, but there was a sound in his ears. When he heard the sound, he looked and found that his hands and feet were shackled, and an extra lock was added between the shackles on his hands.

The chain was tied to the head of the bed, so that he could only move around on the dragon bed.

Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Oh, I didn’t expect Han Qingyan to be so good at playing?