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"Human pig"

Song Qingning's voice was cold and clear, as if wrapped in ice.

Upon hearing those two words, a certain image immediately flashed into Su Ling's mind, and fear trembled in her pupils.

Song Qingning observed her reaction.

"They stole my identity, killed my parents and brothers, cut off my hands and legs, and I went blind, but my senses are exceptionally clear. I don't know how long I've endured the pain and hatred."

"You're a lot like my second aunt, not only like her, but also like her daughter. Both of you have an extreme possessiveness, greed, malice, and a ruthless, unscrupulous, and bottomless nature when it comes to things that don't belong to you!"

"But there's a difference: you're dumber than them!"

She called her stupid again.

This time, Su Ling felt no instinctive anger or resistance, but rather an increasingly intense fear.

As far as he knew, Song Qingning's maternal family, the Duke of Ningguo's Mansion, was now a family of great honor, and he had never heard of any "second aunt" or "cousin".

Even Xie Rouan hadn't mentioned it to her.

The only possibility is that he/she is dead.

This guess made Su Ling swallow hard, as if she wanted a definite answer. She looked at Song Qingning, "They..."

"Dead!"

"My second aunt is dead, killed by her own daughter, and her daughter... I will treat her the way she treated me in my past life!"

really!

"I repaid her for everything I suffered in my past life, down to the last detail. However, she didn't last as long as I did in my past life; she died after only a few months!"

Song Qingning spoke calmly.

Su Ling's eyes trembled violently as she pieced together a startling truth in her mind.

She... was reborn.

She's back for revenge.

She got her revenge, which means that Song Qingning is the one chosen by destiny!

But she... is not!

This realization was unacceptable to Su Ling, and even overshadowed the fear she had felt earlier.

"Why? I'm the one... I'm the one chosen by destiny, why is it you! It shouldn't be you!" Su Ling glared at Song Qingning, her eyes filled with resentment.

"It's me, it should be me, it's me!"

Su Ling roared at Song Qingning in resentment, her face contorted as if she had won the battle and that she was the one chosen by destiny!

But Song Qingning was dismissive.

"Destiny?"

Song Qingning murmured those two words, then suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Su Ling frowned.

She thought her smile was smug, but upon closer inspection, there were too many things in that smile that she couldn't understand.

"At first, I also thought that everything was God's arrangement, that God had taken pity on me and given me a second chance to live, so that I could change the ending of my previous life. But later I realized that it didn't seem to be the case!"

Song Qingning made no attempt to hide anything from Su Ling.

"There are countless people in this world, and God has too many to manage. How can He possibly manage them all?"

"Such opportunities are extremely rare, so how could they possibly fall into my lap by sheer coincidence?"

"I thought it was an opportunity given by God, but little did I know, it was something someone had fought hard for!"

And those who fought for her...

Song Qingning lowered her eyes, and Xie Xuanjin's image appeared in her mind.

"What do you mean?"

Su Ling couldn't understand.

But Song Qingning had no intention of answering her questions. She could guess that Su Ling might not be from this world, but she didn't care who Su Ling was.

What she cared about was the poison in Rouan.

She needs to get the antidote!

Su Ling was destined to die, but she couldn't drag Rou An down with her.

She has plenty of ways to get her to sincerely offer up the antidote!

"Someone come here!" Song Qingning suddenly raised her voice.

Then, several jailers came in.

Under Su Ling's panicked gaze, Song Qingning gave the order again, "Initiate the torture!"

He specifically instructed, "Be gentle."

But in this imperial prison, what tenderness is there to speak of?

The jailer quickly obeyed the order.

The imperial prison had many punishments, and Su Ling wondered what the so-called "gentleness" was all about.

The jailer took a bucket and hung it above her head.

The bucket was so small that even Su Ling was surprised and didn't think that such a small bucket of water would cause her any harm.

"Song Qingning, I know you want the antidote, but let me tell you, you're dreaming. I won't give it to you. I know I won't live, but even if I die, I won't let you have your way."

"So what if you are chosen by fate? You have taken your revenge, you have a noble status, you can command a large following, everything is as you wish, but you still can't save Xie Rou'an."

"Let me tell you, the poison in Xie Rou'an's body will start from the wounds and spread, her skin will slowly rot and eventually cover her entire body. Even if all her skin is rotten, she won't die. She will suffer endless mental torment. Heh, heh heh..."

Su Ling's laughter echoed in the torture chamber.

A fierce glint flashed in Song Qingning's eyes, but when she glanced at the water hanging above Su Ling's head, she let out a cold laugh.

He didn't say anything more, closed his eyes, and let Su Ling laugh and curse wildly.

Su Ling's head was fixed in place, staring at the ceiling.

The bucket above her head had only a tiny opening, through which water seeped and dripped onto her forehead.

At first, Su Ling didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

But somehow, her attention gradually focused on the dripping water.

The speed at which water droplets fall varies, and the intervals between them can be long or short.

Gradually, she became unsure when the next drop would fall, and anxiety began to creep into her heart. This anxiety spread and almost completely controlled her emotions.

After an incense stick had burned, she finally realized what Song Qingning was going to do: she was going to mentally torture her.

Su Ling's laughter turned into panic as she tried to avoid the dripping water, but her head was fixed in place and she couldn't move.

Overwhelmed by fear and anxiety, she finally cried out to Song Qingning, "Stop, stop..."

But nobody paid any attention to her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Song Qingning with her eyes closed. Time ticked by, and under that torment, she gradually broke down.

"Stop, Song Qingning, I beg you..."

Gradually, the commands turned into pleas for mercy.

But Song Qingning kept her eyes closed, showing no intention of paying any attention to her.

Suddenly, she thought of something, "I'll give you the antidote, Song Qingning, I'll give you the antidote. You tell them to take this water away, and I'll give you the antidote..."

Song Qingning still didn't open her eyes.

"Ah..." Su Ling screamed in despair and madness.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingning finally opened her eyes.

Su Ling's eyes were fervent as she hurriedly said, "I'll give you the antidote! I'll give you the antidote!"

"The prescription!" Song Qingning said coldly.

"Okay, here's the prescription. Write it down: Asparagus, Atractylodes macrocephala..." Su Ling's eyes flickered, but Song Qingning frowned as soon as she mentioned just two ingredients.

A sharp glint flashed in her eyes, and Su Ling's heart skipped a beat. She immediately panicked and changed her words: "No, it's safflower, tulip..."

Song Qingning listened to her recite a list of medicines, wrote them down one by one, and then called in Hongling, who had been guarding outside the torture chamber. "Take these to the imperial physician, let him examine them, and then prescribe an antidote!"

Hongling took the prescription and went to carry out the order.

Inside the torture chamber, water continued to drip onto Su Ling's brow.

She was about to beg for mercy again when she suddenly heard a voice in her ear:

"Get out of my body!"