Chapter 538

Today he was going to let Xue Prime Minister witness first-hand his most beloved son's pitiful state right before his eyes.

Xue Bo's wounds began to fester at a visible rate, soon revealing a deep, bone-exposing bloody cavity.

At the same time, Xue Bo let out agonizing screams.

"Father... I'm in so much pain, please save me..."

At this moment, Xue Bo was no longer the arrogant bully who once flaunted his family's power in the capital.

Xue Prime Minister watched with his own eyes as Mo Jiuye sprinkled powder on his precious son's wound, and saw the horrific transformation of the wound, his eyes instantly reddening.

"Mo Jiuye, what do you want?

I admit I have done many things to wrong the Mo Family, but it was all my doing alone, and has nothing to do with Bo..."

Mo Jiuye knew that making Xue Bo wish for death was the best way to punish the old bastard Xue Prime Minister.

"Did you ever consider how many brave protectors of Da Shun lost their lives when Xue Bo betrayed intelligence to the southerners on the frontier?

Did you ever imagine their horrible deaths on the battlefield?

What Xue Bo is suffering now cannot make up even a fraction of what those soldiers endured."

With that, Mo Jiuye once again sprinkled powder on several other wounds of Xue Bo in front of Xue Prime Minister.

Xue Bo watched helplessly as his wounds festered one by one, and he completely broke down.

He writhed in agony before Xue Prime Minister, occasionally letting out agonized groans.

Xue Prime Minister felt his heart bleeding as he watched this scene.

"Mo Jiuye, I know I wronged the Mo Family, I beg you, stop tormenting Bo."

At the same time, the Empress struggled to crawl closer.

"Father, Mo Jiuye will never spare us, don't beg him anymore."

It must be said that at this point, the Xue family father and son were not as perspicacious as a woman.

They didn't even consider what they had done to the Mo Family - how could Mo Jiuye possibly let them off? Mo Jiuye couldn't be bothered with the Xue family's pathetic performance. Just as Xue Bo was about to pass out from the pain, he poured saltwater onto his fresh wounds.

The agonizing pain returned, preventing Xue Bo from passing out.

He writhed and wailed before Xue Prime Minister, nearly causing the old man to faint.

Mo Jiuye wanted Xue Prime Minister to experience this heart-wrenching pain of a loved one's suffering deeply.

After about half an hour, Xue Bo finally passed out from the torment.

Mo Jiuye approached the wicked old man again - this man was utterly depraved, and Mo Jiuye could never let him off easily.

He took out a sharp dagger and stabbed it viciously into the old man's left eye.

"This stab is to avenge those soldiers who lost their lives because of you."

With that, he pulled out the dagger, tearing out the old man's bloody eyeball.

Xue Prime Minister screamed in agony, unable to even beg for mercy.

Without hesitation, Mo Jiuye stabbed his other eye.

"This stab is for the suffering my Mo Family endured from you."

Pulling out the dagger, Mo Jiuye sliced off one of the old man's ears.

"This is for the innocents persecuted by your Xue family."

Mo Jiuye continued tormenting the old man, making a statement with each strike.

Even if every part of the old man's body was cut off, it could not make up for all the evil he had done.

Finally, Xue Prime Minister breathed his last...

Mo Jiuye did not expect the old bastard to be so frail, dying after such a short torment.

Xue Bo had only briefly passed out - with so many wounds, the pain soon roused him again.

To avoid further torture, he could only grit his teeth and remain silent, but he saw everything Mo Jiuye did to his father.

With his father dead on one side, Xue Bo's fear made it impossible for him to continue feigning unconsciousness.

He stared at Mo Jiuye with terrified eyes, instinctively shrinking behind the Empress.

Seeing Mo Jiuye approach step by step, he was so scared that he wet himself.

The foul stench of urine soon filled the unventilated cell, causing Mo Jiuye to cover his nose and mouth instinctively.

He sneered coldly, "When you were bullying men and women in the capital with impunity, you didn't seem this cowardly. Even under severe torture for betraying intelligence, you never lost your spine like this. Why are you so spineless today?" Xue Bo didn't even register the insult - at this moment, he only wanted to live.

"I have no spine, I don't want to die, Mo Jiuye, as long as you spare me, I'll do anythi..." "Xue Bo, shut your mouth before the Empress," the Empress cut him off.

Their father had doted on this youngest son, and she in turn spoiled this brother more.

Yet this pathetic brother was so shameless, knowing death was certain but still groveling for his life.

Begging to live?

After Mo Jiuye killed their father in such a cruel way, how could he possibly spare them?

Rebuked, Xue Bo fell silent but continued staring at Mo Jiuye with pleading eyes.

Not only did Mo Jiuye's heart not soften, he found it disgusting.

He drew his dagger and stabbed towards Xue Bo's eyes.

"Don't look at me with those revolting eyes."

With that strike, Xue Bo's eyes were reduced to a bloody mess.

Agonized screams echoed through the cell, shattering what little resolve the Empress had left to witness this.

"Mo Jiuye, kill me!

All the plots against the Mo Family were my doing, I'm the true culprit. Have the guts to kill me now."

"Kill you? Sure, none of you three get to live today."

Thinking of how his sisters-in-law looked at him with guilt over failing to continue the family line when they heard of his brother's death.

And realizing this wretched woman before him caused it all, Mo Jiuye's heart burned with hatred.

The piercing screams of Xue Bo only fueled his rage. After sneering at the Empress, Mo Jiuye swiftly cut out Xue Bo's tongue.

Perhaps due to his youth and vigor, Xue Bo was more resilient than his father, not on the verge of passing out despite writhing in agony.

Mo Jiuye poured medicinal powder onto his fresh wounds, making him suffer further.

Under the Empress's gaze, Xue Bo's wounds festered to the point of being too grotesque to describe.

In any case, Mo Jiuye's actions completely shattered the Empress's remaining will.

"Mo... Mo Jiuye... I know death is certain today, but as a former war hero of Da Shun, is there any need for such brutality against a woman?"

This provocation tactic was useless against Mo Jiuye.

"You're utterly depraved, don't even dream of a peaceful death."

By now, Xue Bo's screams had grown faint, the excruciating pain and terror sapping away what little willpower he had left...