I Don't Care-Young Master Su Knocks on the Gate

Chen Ning was running.

Though the agonizing pain rising from the depths of his body and soul felt as if it would carve him into a thousand pieces, he still forced his legs onward, heading toward Jiankang.

He had to deliver the information to Jiankang as quickly as possible, into the palace.

As an old hand who had weathered the tides of the palace for many years, Chen Ning could keenly smell the scent of conspiracy.

It seemed that, without anyone noticing, an invisible net had quietly spread open, and his side had already taken the bait thrown by others and fallen into it.

Cough.

Chen Ning suddenly stopped. His entire body shook like chaff in a sieve as the pain from the depths of his body and soul spread through him, making him experience once more, on the spiritual level, the agony of being sliced apart a thousand times.

Not a single bone, tendon, muscle, or patch of skin on his body was spared. It was as if countless blunt knives had simultaneously cut him open in an instant. The sensation nearly made him cry out, yet beneath that unbearable pain, he could not even make his vocal cords tremble.

What a vicious method.

The agony swept over him like a flood. For the moment, clarity returned to Chen Ning's mind. He struggled to breathe, drawing the surrounding heaven-and-earth essence into his body, but his hands still would not stop shaking.

"You'd better hurry."

Su Che's airy voice drifted over from behind him.

"Jiankang is right ahead."

The old eunuch turned his head to look at Su Che beside him. His blue robe had been splattered with mud all along the way, and the black gauze cap atop his head had vanished somewhere long ago. Yet Su Che had