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Qingjia was imprisoned in a dungeon that never saw the light of day.

He didn't know how many days he had been detained.

He could have used his beauty to make the guards feel a little more compassionate, but after being locked up here for so long, he was unkempt and had no one to clean him.

My body was already dirty, smelly, and smelled bad.

No matter how beautiful it is, others can't stand it when they smell it.

While unconscious, he heard footsteps approaching.

"Your Highness."

A familiar female voice sounded in the dungeon:

"Destroy his martial arts and break his tendons and hamstrings."

"Your Highness, this man has no martial arts skills..."

The man didn't know whether he wanted to plead for mercy or something else, but he suddenly lost his voice in the middle of his words.

Qingjia raised his head and saw a cold face. He opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant:

"Daughter...ah!!"

The pain in his wrist prevented him from speaking a complete sentence.

His consciousness began to blur, but he could still vaguely hear their voices.

"Feed this to him."

Someone opened his mouth and the pills were poured down his throat.

"Cough cough cough..."

The dry pills stuck to the wall of his throat, making him want to vomit.

But someone had already taken the lead and covered his mouth.

Consciousness gradually faded away, and Qingjia fell into a coma.
Chapter completed!