Chapter 1087: Like Sufferers, They Have Empathy for Each Oth

g, "Your Highness, Your Highness, please save my young mistress, please! Your Highness, you must save my young mistress."An Xuetang crouched down to stop the bleeding on her arm before she could even...It's a pity, now that she wants to faint, she can't. She doesn't know at all what 'Zhao Li' gave her. Although she was in excruciating pain, there seemed to be a strange force in her body that prevented her from losing consciousness.

"Ah!"

"Damn it!"

"Zhao Li!"

"Why!"

"Why!"

"Why are you doing this to me! Ah!"

The pain in her body made Zhao Si grit her teeth in hatred. Right now, if she could have her pain taken away, she would pay any price!

The maid watched as Zhao Si screamed hoarsely, her own heart trembling. She didn't dare go forward, her mind blank. For a moment, she even forgot to find a doctor.

Zhao Si's hair was dripping wet, sticking to her forehead in messy strands. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. Her nostrils flared with each shallow breath, her voice hoarse from disuse.

At this moment, she clenched her fists tightly, veins bulging on her arms. When she came to her senses, she found that her maidservant hadn't even tried to find a solution, nor had she gone to fetch a physician for her!

Thinking of this, Zhao Si was about to yell at the maidservant, but before she could speak, the pain that had been tormenting her suddenly disappeared completely.

"!"

Zhao Si couldn't believe it. She stared wide-eyed, tentatively sitting up from the ground. Sure enough, the pain in her body was really gone. She immediately stood up and moved around.

The pain in her body was gone, replaced by a sheen of sweat. If not for the perspiration, she might have thought the suffering she had just endured was all an illusion.

The maidservant had now regained her composure. She cautiously walked up to Zhao Si, "Your Highness..."

Before the maid could finish her words, Zhao Si instantly raised her hand and slapped the maid viciously. "Waste! Do you want to kill this princess"

The maidservant fell to her knees with a thud, "It's my fault, Your Highness. Please forgive me."

If it were on an ordinary day, this maidservant's head would have long since rolled. But now Zhao Si is very clear that she is short of people here, and this is the Tianba Kingdom, not the Xuan Kingdom.

Finding someone to replace her was not easy. She wouldn't even consider those maidservants from Tianba, they were beneath her.

Because of this, Zhao Siqiang forced himself to endure it. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, “Don’t you hurry up and find a doctor”

The maidservant was taken aback, she obviously hadn't expected Zhao Si to let her off so easily. From the moment Zhao Si got angry, she thought she wouldn't survive and was ready to be tortured to death by Zhao Si.

How...how could Zhao Si let her go like this

The maid didn't dare to think too much, nor did she dare to delay. She repeatedly responded with a sound, then crawled back two steps, bent over, and quickly ran out.

Zhao Siyin's cold eyes stared in the direction the maidservant left, waiting to settle accounts with each and every one of them when they returned.

As for her "good older brother," no matter what unavoidable hardships he may have had today to resort to this, she wouldn't forgive him so easily!

At this moment, Zhao Si had no idea that the sudden pain she was experiencing today would be incurable. From this day forward, she would suffer this kind of physical agony every day.

……

On the other side, Mo Yunjing took the real Zhao Li away from Mo Yunze's mansion and brought him back to the secret prison of the Beijang Prince's Mansion.

Mo Yunjing called Eleven to the secret prison and only said to him, "You handle this."

Eleven was instantly delighted, knowing that their prince was giving him a chance to make amends. Since this was the case, he naturally wouldn't show mercy to his men. This Zhao Li... would have it rough.

Eleven walked up to Zhao Li excitedly, but couldn't move. Zhao Li's face was ashen.

Before you start, make sure to untie his gag. After all, it wouldn't be as fun if you couldn't hear Zhao Li cry out in pain.

Finally able to speak, Zhao Li immediately addressed Mo Yun Jing, "King of the Northern Border, I promise you... Whatever you say, I'll agree to it. Anything you want, as long as I can give it to you, I will!"

Faced with death, what dignity could he possibly care about In his mind, if his life was gone, what use would dignity be at that point

As long as Mo Yunjing is willing to let him go, no matter what Mo Yunjing demands, no matter what he asks him to do, he is willing, he agrees. As long as Mo Yunjing spares his life, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die!

Before Mingming came to Tianba Kingdom, everyone told him that no one would dare to touch him on this trip. Except for a few princes who were vying for power with him, the others wouldn't dare to lay a finger on him.

Everyone told him that the Tianba Kingdom was facing internal and external troubles, and it needed to maintain good relations with the Xuan Kingdom more than ever. Therefore, no one dared to harm him, the most favored prince of the Xuan Kingdom. Not only did they not dare to touch him, but they would also fawn over him, ensuring his safety on Tianba Kingdom's territory.

But when he arrived in the capital of Tianba country, he found that everything was completely different from what he had imagined.

All the danger here is fatal, just like his current predicament. He only took one wrong step and hadn't caused any harm to Mo Yunjing and the others yet, but now he's about to lose his life.

He was unwilling, unwilling to die here just like this, for he…he was the most beloved son of his father. From when had things become so passive for him

Zhao Li couldn't figure out what had led him down the path to death.

Listening to Zhao Li's words, no one at the scene gave him extra glances, especially Mo Yunjing.

The more they acted this way, the more Zhao Li panicked. He glanced at Mo Yunjing, then down at the dagger he didn't know when he had picked up. A chill ran down his spine and he started sweating profusely.

Looking at his terrified expression, Eleven smirked, raised the dagger in her hand, and slowly approached his face. "You seem to care a lot about your face today."

"!"

Before Zhao Li could say anything, Eleventh chimed in, “That’s true, after all, who wouldn't want to keep their face as a prince A disfigured prince would never be able to sit on the throne for the rest of his life.”

As soon as he said that, before Zhao Li could react, Eleven's dagger slashed down. A large gash appeared on Zhao Li's right cheek, and blood gradually seeped out.

"You..."

Then, his dagger slashed another wound on Zhao Li's left cheek, mirroring the one on his right.

"Oh! Stop!"

Zhao Li instantly roared like a madman, but when he opened his mouth, he gave Shi Yi an opportunity. Shi Yi quickly shoved a poison pill into Zhao Li's mouth and used some internal force to force him to swallow it.

Zhao Li felt immense fear towards this unknown thing. He tried to vomit it out, but his efforts were just as futile as Zhao Si's.

The poison took effect very quickly. Zhao Li was in agony immediately, writhing in pain as if he were being pricked by needles all over his body. He couldn't bear the pain at all.

At this moment, his facial muscles were clenched tight, his forehead was beginning to sweat, and beads of perspiration trickled down one by one. If he hadn't been acupuncture-sealed, he would probably have rolled around on the ground in pain.nal organs one by one.This kind of pain is different from that which is carved into your flesh, blade by blade.Bai Feng finally understood why Bai Hengli kept confirming whether he could bear this kin...