Xi Xiaomeng saw Wu Hanxue still pretending to be mad and foolish, couldn't suppress his anger, grabbed the Snake Whip that had been lying on the table for a long time, and with a wave of his hand, sent it flying towards Wu Hanxue's face.
With a smack, a whip mark immediately appeared on Wu Hanxue's face, with traces of blood seeping from underneath.
Wu Hanxue let out a stifled groan, suppressing his anger, "Nation Master Xi, I haven't seen anyone, yet you resort to torture. Are you trying to force a confession through brutality? In front of the Ninth Prince, you dare harm a hair on my head? If the prince uncovers the truth, he certainly won't spare you!"
Xi Xiaomeng sneered, sitting leisurely on the chair, speaking slowly, "Dare not harm a hair? Didn't you just receive a lash from me? I captured you and brought you here on the prince's orders. It's best you confess honestly, and you might suffer less."
"The prince's orders?"
Wu Hanxue looked utterly shocked.
