The searing heat of the oil scalded his entire body, melting his brocade robes onto his skin, making them impossible to remove.
The filthy golden liquid would only hasten the festering of his wounds. He was beyond saving, beyond healing.
Mrs. Qiao's heart pounded with panic. She never imagined Ji Changyan would be subjected to such a cruel and unusual punishment.
A gentleman can be killed, but not dishonored.
'Such a degrading method… Duan Mingfeng of the Imperial City Department is truly ruthless. But he must have had the Emperor's approval to dare treat the Empress Dowager's own nephew in such a way.'
Mrs. Qiao sighed internally. 'What's the point of saving him now? After a torture like that, even though he's still breathing, he's no different from a dead man. He's just waiting for death in agony.'
Making Prince Yong oversee the punishment was a way of making an example of him, a sufficient penalty in itself.
The Empress Dowager waved her sleeve weakly, dismissing everyone.
