Wife of the Demon Emperor

Chapter Seven - Impatience and Severance

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With love, Evelyn
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~Chapter Seven~

@ZhaoShu Imperial Palace in capital city of Qiying , one day after war

Zhang XinYi sat across the table drinking wine. He had claimed Qinshen. His dream of uniting all the kingdoms and becoming their sole Emperor was complete. Yet he felt defeated. He placed the glass cup on the table. Thinking about his failure to claim what he wanted the most, the precious gem of Qinshen, he couldn't control his wrath. He clutched the glass with so much strength that it shattered into pieces in his hand. Glass pieces were pierced into his skin. His palm was a bloody mess but made no difference to him. For the first time in his lifetime, he won a battle yet lost a war.

He wore his thick robes and a cloak made from the mystic wolf's skin, fur was soft and warm yet all he felt was cold. He made his way across the hall in a hurry.

“Your Majesty, your hand-”

“To the dungeons.”

“But Your Majes-”

“Minister Jin, dungeons now.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Jin couldn't help but sigh. His master's obsession with the captives was on another level. This is the second time that night that he was following his emperor into the dark, cold dungeons, which reeked of filth and blood.

In the dungeons, there was hardly any light. The air was chilling. XinYi made his way to the last door in the dark. He opened the door to see Yu Rong's hands tied by the strings of bright light. His body was suspended in midair. His robes were drenched with blood and sweat. There were many fresh wounds, and the wound from before was also open. XinYi had just given him the right amount of treatment to keep him alive. Yu Rong had no strength to retaliate or fight his way out of that filthy place. His wrists were broken and could tear apart anytime.

“So the information has been extracted?”

“It's not working, Your Majesty. He has no strength speak. The bindings are too tight, and probably they extracted too much mana, he looks like he is frozen.”

“Tie his hands and bring him down. Make him kneel. I will interrogate.”

The guards immediately did as they were asked. Yu Rong's hands were tied but he was made to sit on his legs.

“Yu Rong, looks like you hate peace.”

“That is the last thing I want to hear from you, Zhang XinYi.” Yu Rong was breathing heavily.

Zhang XinYi couldn't help but laugh his roaring thunderous laughter. “Yu Long is mine. You like it or not.”

“Over my dead body.”

XinYi slapped Yu Rong's face and snapped his fingers.

Soon Yu Rong started choking.

“Can't breathe,Yu Rong?”

Yu Rong gasped for air.

“I control air. That is surrounding you, me and everyone in this dungeon cell. So tell me what I want.”

“No-” Yu Rong coughed and longed for air.

“He might die, Lord Emperor.” Jin exclaimed.