Jinghua!
This name hasn't been called for a long time!
Hua Rong instantly awoke on the bed.
Turning her head, she saw a man sitting in a wheelchair by the bed.
A man dressed in bright yellow attire!
The Emperor!
Only the Emperor wears clothes of this color!
Hua Rong's breath became erratic, and a surge of fear rose sharply from the depths of her heart.
"Speak, where is your son now? As long as you speak honestly, I might consider making your life a bit more comfortable."
"Old bastard!" Hua Rong struggled forcefully.
As soon as she moved, she screamed in pain: "Ah..."
It turned out her wrists and ankles were shackled with chains.
The most terrifying thing was that the chains were covered with sharp spikes!
As soon as she moved, the spikes would pierce into her flesh. These spikes wouldn't take one's life but would cause unbearable pain.
"Dog thief! You think you can threaten me this way? Don't even think about it!"
