Prince Rong had already spoken, so no matter how much resentment Duke Zhao harbored, he dared not refuse to his face.
"Miss Shen, please examine these." Huo Nanchi's expression and tone remained indifferent, but as Shen Xuejin walked over and nearly touched the torture instrument, he abruptly pulled it back.
The palm of his hand was stained with blood, yet his expression did not change in the slightest, as if nothing had just happened.
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