King Qi's face darkened, he grabbed a whip and pointed at Lu Zhaoyan's nose, angrily reprimanding, "Lu Zhaoyan, you're at death's door and still stubborn! I'd advise you to be sensible and not refuse the wine only to drink the punishment wine, forcing me and Third Brother to torture you! Where have you hidden the Emperor in collusion with the Miao King? Confess quickly!"
Lu Zhaoyan didn't even flinch: "Whether you kill or torture, suit yourself, if I plead, consider me defeated."
King Qi's fingers tightened.
He looked at Lu Zhaoyan's unchanged expression, an inexplicable fury rose in his heart.
He threw down the whip in his hand, and said to the prison guard, "Bring the branding iron!"
The prison guard was shocked and raised his head in disbelief.
King Qi said coldly, "Are you deaf? I ordered you to fetch the branding iron!"
The prison guard was frightened to death: "But..."
