Meanwhile, King Zhou had just rushed back to the palace before dawn when he received a memorial sent by Imperial Concubine Huang.
The memorial contained only a few sparse lines, yet every word cut to the bone: The Queen was tight-lipped and would not confess without harsher punishment. First gouge out one eye, then brand both hands.
Seeing the vicious wording on the memorial, King Zhou's brows immediately knit tightly together.
Imperial Concubine Huang was Huang Feihu's younger sister and had always been sensible. How could she fail to see that Queen Jiang had been framed?
Yet she had actually taken the initiative to suggest such cruel torture. Could it be that she had long since accepted Daji's favors and joined forces with that Demon Concubine?
At that thought, King Zhou developed several doubts toward Imperial Concubine Huang, as well as her brother, King Wucheng of the Nation Huang Feihu.
However, the doubt and grimness in King Zhou's heart were merely a fleeting disguise.
He knew perfectly well that those awaiting judgment in the dungeon were not the real Queen Jiang and East Earl at all. They were substitutes transformed by Immortal Golden Phoenix using the Tongtian Immortal Technique.
Even if they suffered every torture and ultimately died, the real people would not be harmed in the slightest.
With that in mind, the fleeting trace of reluctance in King Zhou's eyes vanished completely. His expression remained impassive, and his heart did not ripple in the least. He felt no sorrow whatsoever over the lives or deaths of the substitutes.
What he wanted was for this act to be convincing enough to deceive Daji and her band of traitors, as well as those Immortal Saints watching coldly from the heavens.
If he rejected the memorial now, it would only arouse suspicion