Song Qingshu secretly admired her. Green Feathered Yellow Robe truly lived up to her great reputation; even in such circumstances, she had remained rational. Rather than rushing to avenge herself, she had first asked about her younger sister.
He was somewhat curious as well. Princess Xiangxiang was the most legendary beauty in the Jin books. He wondered just how beautiful she truly was.
Bodu hurriedly said, "If I answer you, will you let me go?"
Huo Qingtong said coldly, "You are in no position to bargain."
Bodu was, after all, a formidable figure in his own right. He simply stretched out his neck and said, "I'm dead either way. If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why should I tell you anything?"
"You!" Huo Qingtong was furious, but since the man truly did not fear death, she had no idea what to do for the moment.
Song Qingshu stepped forward at this point. "Though death is inevitable, there is still a difference between dying swiftly and dying in agony. Do you know of a punishment used by our Han Chinese dynasties? A person is buried in the ground with only his head exposed. Then a slit is cut into the top of his head, and mercury is poured inside. What do you think happens?"
Bodu swallowed with difficulty. "What happens?"
Song Qingshu smiled. "After the mercury is poured in, the person's entire body starts itching. Itching and itching, he begins to struggle. But his whole body is buried in the ground, with only that opening at the top of his head. Then, with one violent push, his entire body bursts out through that wound atop his head, leaving even his skin behind..."
"You Han Chinese are all devils!" Bodu could listen no longer. Covering his ears, he roared.