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"You saved me and helped me, so I should thank you. I told you, I can give you anything you want."

"You don't want the jade bracelet, and your only request is to return to the mountain. I'll assume you haven't made up your mind yet. This hairpin is a token I'm giving you. Whenever you decide what you want, you can bring this hairpin to me and tell me what you want."

Song Qingning has always been clear about his gratitude and grievances.

The previous "Su Ling" had repeatedly treated her as a potential enemy and had repeatedly poisoned and caused trouble. She originally intended to kill her to eliminate any future troubles.

But the Su Ling before me is a different soul.

Her body was stolen by that "Su Ling".

Even if she had given her the jade bracelet before as a gesture of goodwill, she had her own plans, which were simply to survive.

Survival is an instinct, and there's nothing wrong with that.

She didn't release her from prison immediately because she wanted to see whether she was good or evil.

But as it turned out, all she wanted was to live!

Su Ling glanced at the hairpin in Song Qingning's hand, then looked at Song Qingning again. Even after Song Qingning left, she remained in a state of surprise.

She offered the jade bracelet to save her life.

That jade bracelet was a hot potato for her; it was best to get rid of it. She didn't care whether the jade bracelet would bring her misfortune if it was in Song Qingning's hands.

She was only betting that Song Qingning would spare her life because of the jade bracelet.

When she cured Song Qingning of the poison, she knew that her life was saved no matter what.

So when she asked her what she wanted just now, she said she only wanted to go back to the mountain.

Song Qingning will do as she wishes.

But she still didn't expect that she would give her this hairpin.

Holding the hairpin in her hand, Su Ling's eyes flashed with mockery. "Su Ling, you still want to compete with her? You are overestimating yourself. You are not just stupid, you are utterly stupid. Now you know why the emperor only has eyes for her, why noble ladies, and even officials and commoners all praise her highly, and even I am convinced."

And this hairpin...

Su Ling didn't know if she would ever need the hairpin again, but she was absolutely certain that if she saw her again, she would never try to scheme or use tricks in front of her.

With her intentions open and honest, she will do as she wishes.

Even with this hairpin, those with malicious intentions will not have a good ending.

The imperial prison was a gloomy place.

As Song Qingning passed by, she heard a pitiful cry for mercy and stopped in her tracks.

The reason was simple: the voice was familiar; it was the voice of an old friend.

The screams were particularly piercing.

The warden following behind Song Qingning was quick-witted. Seeing her stop, he immediately said, "Your Majesty, the person inside is named Jiang Sheng. He was sent from the prison of the Prefect of the Capital a few months ago."

"The instruments of torture there are ultimately milder than those in the imperial prison. The Prefect of the Capital has instructed that they must be taken good care of every day."

This kind of care is not the same as that kind of care.

Song Qingning understood.

For Song Qingning, Jiang Sheng felt like a distant memory.

In her past life, she became a ghost. When Xie Xuanjin shot her, she was there and witnessed it all. The arrow pierced through him.

This man was no longer worthy of her heart, not even worthy of her hatred. Song Qingning didn't give him another glance and left the prison on her own.

Before that figure disappeared, it caught Jiang Sheng's eye.

Even though it was just a glance, and only her back view, Jiang Sheng still recognized her.

"Song Qingning, is it Song Qingning?" Jiang Sheng looked in the direction of the figure, but the figure had already disappeared.

What followed was resentment.

"Is that Song Qingning? Tell me, it's not her, it can't be! I clearly heard that she was poisoned and fell into a coma, and should already be dead, how could it be Song Qingning?"

Jiang Sheng asked the jailer beside him anxiously.

The warden, having seen Song Qingning off, returned and heard Jiang Sheng's words. His face darkened instantly. "What? Dead? How dare you curse Consort Song to die! That's an even greater crime! I think the 'care' I gave you today wasn't enough!"

"What are you still standing there for?"

The warden gave a wink to the jailer beside him.

The jailer immediately understood and lashed out with his whip, increasing the force.

"what……"

The screams grew increasingly intense.

Day after day of torture, Jiang Sheng had suffered enough physical pain, and by this time, there wasn't a single good inch of flesh left on his body.

Even so, they eliminated all possibilities of his death, as if they wanted to keep him alive and torture him repeatedly.

Jiang Sheng felt extremely resentful.

He was reborn with such an opportunity, yet he ended up living such a miserable life, even worse than in his previous life.

It was all Song Qingning's fault.

His hatred for Song Qingning reached its peak. Every time he was tortured, he would curse in his heart and wish Song Qingning were dead.

One day, a jailer took a person away from the imperial prison.

I heard that Song Qingning was poisoned, and that person was taken out to detoxify her.

Jiang Sheng was overjoyed. For the next few days, he prayed constantly, hoping that the person would not be able to cure Song Qingning's poison and that Song Qingning would die, so that he could relieve the resentment and depression in his heart.

After that person was sent back, he knew nothing more, only that she was still imprisoned in the imperial prison.

At that time, he guessed that Song Qingning must be dead, otherwise that person would not have continued to be imprisoned in the imperial prison, but would have been released as a savior.

Jiang Sheng was very pleased with himself.

but……

"Miss Su, the people sent by Consort Song to pick you up are waiting outside. Consort Song has also prepared silver and silver notes for you, and guards will escort you to wherever you want to go."

Outside the torture chamber, the voice of a jailer could be heard.

"Please convey my gratitude to Consort Song."

The sounds outside gradually faded away, but they lingered in Jiang Sheng's mind.

Everything was proving to him that Song Qingning was still alive.

How can this be?

"Why? Why?" Whips lashed his body, and his screams were punctuated by repeated cries of "Why?"

"Why didn't Song Qingning die...?"

"Why? She's already been poisoned!"

"Why are you doing this to me!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Jiang Sheng's mouth, and a hint of despair appeared in his eyes. He thought it would be better to die!

He bit down hard, but the warden seemed to sense his intention.

The order from above is that this person must live!

At the critical moment, the warden grabbed Jiang Sheng's chin with such force that his entire face was almost deformed.

"Want to die?! Your time to die isn't here yet. You can't die. If you do, it'll be my dereliction of duty!"

"Keep a close eye on him," the warden said coldly, then ordered the guard beside him, "gag him. Don't let him really die!"

The warden left after saying this and seeing that Jiang Sheng's mouth was stuffed with a rag, preventing him from biting his tongue.

Before leaving, he deliberately said, "Jiang Sheng, I don't know why you wish Consort Song dead so much, but I'm afraid you won't be able to get your wish."

"Her Majesty has given birth to a prince and is now the Emperor's principal wife. I've heard that the Emperor is preparing to establish an Empress. In the future, she will surely enjoy unparalleled favor and great fortune. As for you... you are overestimating yourself!"

The torture chamber was filled with the stench of blood.

The jailer's words echoed in his ears.

Jiang Sheng let out a whimpering sound, his face contorted with rage and despair.