If there was no Jiang Ziyin, Ximen Jingxuan didn't know if he would have survived.

His mother was so cold to her children that she was not even as good as a stranger.

In fact, Ximen Jingxuan remembered that he also had a sister, born when he was six or seven years old, and he had not drunk a mouthful of milk from his mother, and was thrown aside, when he knew that his sister was born, when he looked for it, he had not seen his sister's figure, and the maid in the palace said that the little princess had just been born and died, because the premature death represented unknown, so it had not alarmed anyone and had been taken outside the palace and hastily buried, leaving only a small grave on the back hill of Wan'an Temple, which had been almost blown flat by the wind year after year.

The father didn't even name the princess, who had not yet had time to meet.

This is like a sad episode in life, which is secretly engraved in Ximen Jingxuan's memory, while sympathizing with his sister, he is even more grateful for Jiang Ziyin's kindness. He has always believed that his sister's death was because of the coldness of his mother, and if she had more motherly love, his sister would not die lonely and cold.

What makes Ximen Jingxuan unable to let go is that why does the mother concubine love her children so much, has she never felt the beauty of pregnancy in October, or since she was pregnant in October, she has treated them as enemies and disgusted her?

What makes Ximen Jingxuan still curious is what kind of relationship is the relationship between the mother concubine and the father? How could he fall in love with an imperial doctor, and he did not hesitate to fall infamy, abandon his glory and wealth, and elope out of the palace?

It's only hateful, the imperial doctor who took away his mother's concubine, with the determination to die, let him go through all kinds of criminal laws, he didn't say a word, it seemed that he was a dumb person who was not dumb.

Thinking of this, Ximen Jingxuan didn't wait for Jiang Ziyin's answer, turned around and walked out of Jinhua Garden, out of the palace, and came to a small mountain not far from King Xuan's mansion.

This was not originally a mountain, but in a higher place in the capital, there were also scattered houses built before, but in the battle with the previous dynasty, a fire burned here, there were many people from the cold family died here, forming a ruin, after many years no one approached, and then the court will pull the soil from the suburbs to fill here, and planted trees, and then the seeds carried in the soil sprouted, grew weeds and thorns, for many years, this became a barren mountain and wild ridge located in the capital, there are still few people.

Through the thorns, Ximen Jingxuan came to a dirt slope, stepped on a certain position in the ground, and opened a hole in front of the grass-covered slope.

After Ximen Jingxuan entered the cave, the door of the cave was closed.

Following the familiar memory, Ximen Jingxuan kept walking forward, then turned a corner and opened a stone door, and continued to walk to a row of dungeons. Each cell was separated by iron bars, and like most dungeons, it was dark, damp, and had an eerie chill.

Ximen Jingxuan stood in front of an iron prison, his indifferent eyes gradually solidified into a thousand years of ice, like two ice swords, stabbing into the prison.

There was a person on the iron ring in the corner of the prison, his long gray hair hung down messily, covering his face, his clothes were ragged and he couldn't distinguish the color, he sat on the ground against the wall without saying a word, and there was no movement when he heard the voice of Ximen Jingxuan coming, quiet like a corpse that had long since died.

However, the faint sound of breathing coming from his body made Ximen Jingxuan know that he was not dead, but was resisting his arrival with his usual silence.

Ximen Jingxuan opened the cell door, walked in, and pulled out the iron whip hanging from the iron hook on the wall.

The man raised his head slightly, looked at the cold-faced Ximen Jingxuan, his chaotic gaze swept lightly on the iron whip in his hand, grinned, and continued to hang his head.

This laugh is like a huge irony of Ximen Jingxuan.

When dealing with those captured captives on the battlefield or dealing with the potential enemy spies of the Qingyuan Dynasty who were captured by him, even if he was a hard-mouthed person, Ximen Jingxuan had a way to pry open his mouth, but in front of this person, Ximen Jingxuan used both soft and hard, and there was no way to succeed, so that in the end, there was only a continuous variety of tortures, so that this person could live in purgatory.

Ximen Jingxuan thought that the endless torture would eventually make him speak, but no, this person was like a copper and iron made of tough.

Ximen Jingxuan knew that he was not really dumb, because even if he was mute when he was tortured unspeakably, he would scream, even if he couldn't make a sound, he would open his mouth and try to scream, but this person kept his mouth closed, and when he felt the pain, he only distorted his face, bit his lip tightly, and did not make a sound.

Ximen Jingxuan has never seen such a hard bone, if he is definitely a good man on the battlefield, but he is just an imperial doctor, an imperial doctor who abducted and ran away from the concubine, and a disciple who was expelled from the master by the Guigu Divine Doctor. Of course, in Ximen Jingxuan's opinion, such a person is not worthy of being the heir of the Ghost Valley Divine Doctor.

Whipping, slamming on the person's body, the person's body only twitched slightly, raised his head again, and looked at Ximen Jingxuan through the messy hair.

With this whip, Ximen Jingxuan used a strong force to vent his annoyance while ensuring that he could not be killed.

The indifferent face that usually showed people was completely gone, only a face full of cruelty as if hell was coming.

The man smiled, which was a counterattack to this whip, and then he lowered his head again, drooping his head, like an old corpse that had died for thousands of years, not afraid of ravage.

"This king knows that you are waiting for her to save you, and this king also tells you that if you don't want to leave King Xuan's mansion alive, this king will wait until the moment when she appears in person!" Ximen Jingxuan hated the way.

The sound fell, and another whip was swung, and the scab that had just formed was cracked again, and the ragged clothes were stained with new blood.

The biggest response to the other party is silence, especially when the other party can't let him die and wants to pry his mouth open.

After wielding more than a dozen whips, Ximen Jingxuan threw the whip aside in annoyance, turned around and strode out of the iron prison, and the sound of the cell door clattering spread throughout the dungeon, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

The man raised his head, looked at the distant back of Ximen Jingxuan, and lowered his head with a dying breath.

He was injured again, very badly, but he didn't hurt the vital point, and he couldn't die. This torture of the living dead had been going on for a year, and he didn't know how long he would live like this.

He knew that Ximen Jingxuan said that she would not come to save him, and he had no hope, but he would not end the dark and cruel days in front of him.

For him, there is a breath in life, and he has to work hard to support this breath, because he still has a wish, as long as he can live, there is still hope to wait for that day.