Chapter 434 Your Life is as Insignificant as Grass

Consort Yun looked at the filthy, foul-smelling woman on the ground without any expression.

The Ministry of Justice's dungeon was built underground; naturally, it was dark and damp. Any palace maid or eunuch who committed a mistake would be shut away here, and the walls were adorned with torture devices still tainted with dark, crimson bloodstains—silent testimony to the suffering of countless souls.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

The once arrogantly superior Aunt Su Jin, who had falsely ruled by intimidation, now lay prostrate on the filthy, cold ground that not even straw graced; perhaps because the pain had made her constantly writhe about these past few days, her originally fine, unblemished garment could no longer be recognized.

On her face was a sycophantic plea for help, akin to a dog's desperate whimpering for pity.

Qing Zhi, Gui Zhi, do you see this?

This woman who caused your deaths has finally met her retribution.