Ouyang Qingming felt a chill run down his spine, trembling, he shouted loudly, "After you're done with her, immediately break her legs, pull out her teeth, stop the bleeding, and bring her to my room. I want to play with a new beauty pot."
"No!" A few people roughly propped up Zhan Liluo who couldn't even stand.
Zhan Liluo instantly understood what a beauty pot was—it was those women opposite her with either their hands or legs broken, stuffed into clay pots.
"No! Don't! Please I beg you, I am the legitimate daughter of the General Mansion, let me go, I won't say anything, I'm begging you…" Zhan Liluo broke down in tears.
Her body was already sullied, she could still live on, but if she were to be made into a beauty pot, she would probably never be found by her parents in this lifetime.
She would end up just like these women, in this dark dungeon, living a fate worse than death!