The iron chains dragged across the stone floor, emitting a jarring, grating sound.
The damp air was thick with the stench of mold and blood, and in the corners, rats scurried about with faint, rustling noises. Su Mingyu, strapped to a wooden rack, had not had a drop of water for an entire day. She was cold, hungry, and shivering uncontrollably.
"Lord Su, you’ve held out for a whole day now. Are you still not ready to confess?" The Assistant Minister of the Grand Court of Revision sat in the shadows, sipping tea and asking with measured indifference.
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