Yun Sijin looked at him with a pained expression, "This time, it's the harshest suffering you've had since you returned to the Leng household."
Zhuo Junli curled his lips into a cold sneer, "What's this? As long as I'm not dead, the one with a crooked nose will definitely be Lu Mian."
Lu Mian in the imperial prison tried every method to torture him without leaving scars on his body. He abused his diet, tossed him among the noisiest of felons, provided him with sour and stinking meals daily, and even placed Leng Shuqing in the cell next to him so he had to listen to her sorrowful or plaintive cries every day, trying to demean him in such conditions.
"Lord Lu comes from a noble family, with high office and rich rewards, having never suffered. Naturally, he doesn't know how a maidservant's son could top the imperial examination and reach where I am now. He must be really confused as to why I could still return to the Prime Minister's Estate."
