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Yun Lingchuan sighed and said, "The butcher kills pigs for profit, while we raise him fat and strong, only to end up paying for it ourselves. This is a guaranteed loss with no gain."
As they spoke, a shadow suddenly flashed by, accompanied by the clinking of metal. Whips, shackles, ropes, and various bottles appeared on the ground.
The five of them turned in unison to see Xin Yao staring coldly at Ling Jing on the bed. "These are all things found in Ling Jing's room," he said.
After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out a drawing from his pocket and continued, "This too. It depicts Yun Qingyu bound and scantily clad."
When they saw the scene in the drawing, their expressions turned icy and murderous. Ling Jing, this sickly man, had a penchant for torturing others with extreme methods.
Xin Yao had gone to his room and discovered various torture devices. What infuriated them the most was that he had even drawn an explicit picture of Yun Qingyu tied up.
Originally, the attendants who had been laughing at Ling Jing's fall into Princess Manor suddenly fell silent.
Hong Yu picked up a whip from the ground and began to lash it at the still-unconscious Ling Jing. The gagged Ling Jing woke up in agony, his body and face marked with blood.
"That's enough!" Yun Lingchuan raised his hand to grab Hong Yu, saying, "Killing him now would be too merciful."
Hong Yu dropped the whip, his expression cold as he glared at Ling Jing. "I am kind-hearted and beautiful; I won't excessively torture you. I will only impose upon you tenfold what you have in your heart. To dare plot such filthy thoughts against His Highness—even just thinking about it deserves a thousand deaths."
Xin Yao looked at them expressionlessly and said, "Leave him some breath. The Hidden Pavilion has many more..."
Yun Lingchuan could not tolerate anyone daring to defile his princess. He spoke up, "No need. No matter how many torturous methods the Hidden Pavilion has, we can take care of it for you. Rest assured, there are countless forms of punishment in this world; he will experience them all."
Xin Yao glanced at him silently before personally destroying the portrait and turning to walk out.
Yun Lingchuan, busy mixing some potions nearby, spoke up casually, "Which of you stripped his clothes? I need that for the next step."
Hong Yu, seeing that Ling Jing had been whipped over a dozen times in his anger, bloodied with each lash, was reluctant to touch him. He wiped his hands disdainfully and said, "I prefer to keep clean and don't want to get tainted."
Yun Lingchuan took a step back and replied, "How could a respectable person like me touch such dirty things?"
Wen Zhan shook his folding fan and added, "As a Scholar, stripping someone’s clothes is beneath me; I simply cannot do it."
Shen Zhongjing, who had experience in business and was quick-witted, pondered for a moment while looking at Yun Lingchuan. He said, "I'm a bit short on funds lately."
Yun Lingchuan understood immediately and replied calmly, "One thousand taels."
Shen Zhongjing jumped up, rolled up his sleeves excitedly, and declared, "Deal! Everyone step back."
Hong Yu looked up in confusion and asked, "What do you mean one thousand taels? It's just stripping off some clothes; how did it become one thousand taels?"
Wen Zhan's eyes lit up as he said, "Master Yun should have mentioned there was money to be made. Even as a Scholar, I could make an exception."
Qilin's eyes also sparkled with excitement as he chimed in, "If stripping off some clothes is worth one thousand taels, I only need five hundred. Master Yun, would you consider me?"
Wen Zhan frowned and said, "Three Hundred Taels, let me handle it."
Shen Zhongjing snorted coldly and quickly reached for Ling Jing's collar.
Although Ling Jing was quite frail, he still cared about his appearance and instinctively tried to evade, but there was nowhere for him to hide.
Shen Zhongjing found it too cumbersome to remove the clothes, so he simply tore them off with a swift motion. Ling Jing's garments were ripped away cleanly, leaving only a pair of underpants.
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