Qi Yanzhou noticed that Ye Chutang’s expression had indeed softened considerably, so he ordered his subordinates to bring over the members of the “Night Fiends.”

While waiting, he briefly summarized the clues he had uncovered.

“Yesterday, two groups attacked Miss Ye—one was the ‘Night Fiends,’ and the other were death warriors.”

The “Night Fiends” were bound by their organization and dared not speak, while the death warriors were loyal and would never talk.

But for Ye Chutang, as long as they were human, she could make them talk.

And so, she came up with a better idea.

“Your Highness, bring more people to watch.”

Just as she said this, the “Night Fiends” member was brought in and overheard.

When he saw that Ye Chutang was the one interrogating him, his eyes burned with hatred.

Ye Chutang noticed and, looking at the blood-covered man, smiled. “Don’t worry. Soon, you’ll be begging for mercy.”

“Spare me your nonsense! In your dreams!”

He had endured the torture methods of the Ministry of Justice—what did he have to fear from some girl?

Ye Chutang didn’t argue. Once the officers brought in the spectators, she entered the interrogation chamber.

“Officers, please bind his limbs to this torture table. No need to clean the instruments.”

The officers glanced at Qi Yanzhou.

Qi Yanzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his expression stern. “Do as Miss Ye says.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The “Night Fiends” member was quickly strapped to the table.

The table wasn’t long enough, so his calves were tied to the legs.

Ye Chutang drew a sharp scalpel, its cold gleam reflecting in the man’s eyes.

He scoffed disdainfully. “Think I’m scared?”

“Whether you’re scared or not, I don’t know. But you’ll definitely die from fear.”

With that, she turned to the officers. “Prop his head up. It’s more interesting if he watches.”

The officers looped a rope around the man’s neck, tying the other end to a nail on the wall where torture tools hung.

Once everything was ready, Ye Chutang made the first cut.

A flash of steel, and the man’s bloodied clothes split open, revealing his scarred torso.

Qi Yanzhou: “…”

He resisted the urge to cover the man and kept watching.

The man froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“I like it rough! Come on, give me a good time!”

Even if she were the ugliest woman in the capital, he wouldn’t lose out—let alone the most beautiful.

As the vulgar words reached her ears, Ye Chutang smirked.

“Your Highness, is the coroner from the Ministry of Justice here?”

Qi Yanzhou didn’t understand why she asked but answered truthfully.

“He is. Should I summon him?”

“Bring him. After all, learning never ends.”

Qi Yanzhou grew even more confused, his handsome brows furrowing. “Fetch the coroner.”

Soon, a disheveled coroner arrived in the dungeon.

Dragged from his bed, his face was full of irritation, though he dared not show it in front of Qi Yanzhou.

But his tone was dripping with sarcasm. “What exactly does Miss Ye wish for this old man to learn?”

Not to boast, but in his field, no one surpassed his skills.

Ye Chutang wasn’t offended. “Watch closely, sir.”

The moment she spoke, her scalpel descended.

A deep, long gash split open the bound man’s abdomen.

Everyone gasped in shock.

Even the man being “dissected” was too stunned to feel pain.

The coroner recovered first.

Eyes gleaming, he rushed to Ye Chutang’s side. “How did you minimize the bleeding like this?”

This was a living person!

Ye Chutang met the man’s terrified gaze and spoke casually, her words chilling.

“With enough skill, I could cut out his liver or kidneys, and he’d still live.”

The coroner shook his head. “Impossible!”

Given the primitive medical conditions, infection alone would be fatal—organ removal was a death sentence.

But that didn’t stop Ye Chutang from terrifying the “Night Fiends” man.

“Then let’s test it.”

She peeled back the skin, extracted the man’s lowest four ribs, and tossed them onto his chest.

Seeing him on the verge of passing out, she reassured him.

“Don’t worry. Removing ribs won’t kill you. Neither will taking a kidney.”

“Ahhh!”

The pent-up terror erupted in a bloodcurdling scream.

Ye Chutang deliberately let her hand slip, severing a blood vessel.

“Oops! Your screaming made me nervous.”

The man took one look at the spurting blood and fainted.

Ye Chutang jabbed an acupuncture needle into his pain point.

The moment he woke, her mocking voice reached him.

“Enjoying this kind of ‘rough play’? Having fun?”

He wanted to retort but held back, afraid of provoking her further.

“Just kill me!”

Ye Chutang beamed, her words sending him straight to hell.

“Killing is boring. I prefer torture.”

She punched him in the mouth, knocking out his teeth to prevent suicide.

Then she sealed his pressure points with needles, suppressing his inner strength.

Now, the show began.

She lectured the coroner on human anatomy while demonstrating—removing the man’s kidney.

Without anesthesia, the man writhed in agony, his back slamming against the torture table.

When Ye Chutang held the dark-red kidney before his eyes, he died of fright.

“What a coward. I didn’t even get to ask who hired him.”

The prisoners watching outside the chamber were pale and trembling.

Even Zhao Qingshu’s death warriors showed fear in their eyes.

How could such a terrifying woman exist?

Ye Chutang turned, wiping blood from her hands. “Who’s next?”

Then she feigned forgetfulness, tapping her forehead.

“Silly me. I forgot to tell him I’m skilled enough to cure his poison.”

Fear first, then hope—the perfect way to break someone.

She glanced at the coroner, who was still studying the anatomy.

“Still want to learn?”

The coroner nodded eagerly. “Yes!”

He dropped to his knees, begging to become her disciple.

“I don’t take students. I just enjoy gutting people.”

With that, she pointed randomly.

“You’re next.”

The chosen man recoiled, shaking his head violently.

“No!”

He struggled desperately, trying to flee, but Qi Yanzhou kicked his leg, snapping it.

The officers dragged the lifeless body off the table and seized Ye Chutang’s new victim.

“I’ll talk! Just cure my poison!”

Being carved open and stripped of organs was worse than death—he couldn’t endure it.

Seeing the “Night Fiends” member crack, Ye Chutang approached.

She pressed the bloodied scalpel to his chest.

“I’ll cure you—if you prove your worth first.”

Then she addressed the prisoners outside.

“Only one gets the antidote. The rest? Heart and liver extraction. Who’ll be the lucky one?”

After giving hope, creating a sense of crisis can yield the most information in the shortest time.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep