"Miss Liu, I advise you to be sensible and tell us who the prime minister has met." The county magistrate stroked his beard and said as he looked at the huge B*tt0cks in front of him that were almost swollen and rotten from being whipped by a horsewhip.
Liu Xiwei was about to faint from the pain. She didn't understand why these people kept pestering her with this question. Could it be that the information they wanted to obtain was that Wang Xiang must have met someone on that day?
Seeing that Liu Xiwei was taking no time to answer, the constable swung the whip in his hand again, and with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, he whipped the woman's B*tt0cks, which were the color of rotten tomato.
This was a new round of beatings. The man whipped the woman's poor B*tt quickly and hard. The woman's B*tt had long lost its original elasticity, and each time it was whipped it took longer to recover to its original state.
Naturally, Liu Xiwei could not withstand such a rapid attack. She cried and shook her head, and twisted her fat B*tt0cks wildly within the limited range of movement to try to avoid the whip. But it was of no avail. The constable was so accurate that he could hit Liu Xiwei's swollen B*tt0cks with every strike.
The county magistrate saw that the woman had a pair of swollen and rotten B*tt0cks. If he continued to beat her, her skin would be torn and flesh would be exposed, which was not his purpose, so he stopped the flogging in time.
"Alright, let's continue the interrogation in a different way."
The detectives looked at each other and soon understood what the master meant. Two of them left to get the torture instruments from another part of the prison.
However, Liu Xiwei had no idea what would happen to her next. She only knew that the "swoosh" sound of the whipping behind her stopped and the pain was temporarily relieved. She lay exhausted on the torture bench, her red lips slightly open and gasping for breath, not caring about the transparent saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth.
Soon, the constables came back, but they had in their hands a terrifying-looking wooden rack. Its shape and height were the same size as a chair, but the only difference was that it was suspended in the middle, and two holes had been hollowed out in the place where a seat should have been, so now there were three wooden bars neatly arranged.
"You are really stubborn. I don't believe it. There is still a mouth I can't pry open."
"Someone, get the ebony round paddle."
The ghost-faced old woman saw that her previous torture with aphrodisiac needles did not have much effect, which made her feel a little embarrassed, and the risk of smashing the signboard arose spontaneously.
After the jailer got what she wanted, the old woman with a ghost face was about to take action, but was stopped by the county magistrate.
"Wait."
"Miss Liu, we don't want to embarrass you, so let's give you a chance. As long as you identify the person in the portrait who met Prime Minister Wang on that day, we can let you go immediately."
The county magistrate waved a fan, brushed his beard and spoke in a seemingly kind and gentle voice, but the implicit threat was self-evident.
Liu Xiwei was also a very clear-headed person, and she quickly understood what the county magistrate meant. It turned out that this was not just a simple case of jealousy between women, but involved so many interest groups. What they had to do was to frame Lord Wang so that he would fall and the other interest group would benefit.
After analyzing all this, Liu Xiwei's scalp tingled and cold sweat trickled down her forehead. Being involved in the political party dispute, what choice should she make at this moment?
"My daughter... has never seen this person before."
Liu Xiwei bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. She knew that what she said was definitely not the answer these people wanted, and she would be humiliated more because of it. But although she was a prostitute, she also knew that Wang Xiang was a good official who cared about the country and the people and was honest and upright. She really couldn't be so callous as to frame him.
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