Concubine Qin looked sideways at the person kneeling on the ground, raised her orchid fingers and blew on the porcelain cup in her hand, with a pleasant smile on her face.

Qingcai Ren no longer looked as clean and delicate as before. Her body was dirty, her hands and feet were bound by iron chains, her wrists were still stained with blood, and she was kneeling there with messy hair and a pale face.

Concubine Qin took a sip of tea and put down the cup. "You all stand ...