Shu Yu leaned closer to her, "If you confess now, you'll suffer less."
"You, you... ah, it hurts, it hurts so much." Ms. Tang glared at her venomously.
Shu Yu chuckled, "Ying Xi, go soak the handkerchiefs and bring them over."
"Yes." Ying Xi went out and returned shortly with three soaking wet handkerchiefs.
Shu Yu grabbed one of the wet handkerchiefs and pressed it firmly over Ms. Tang's mouth and nose. Ms. Tang's breathing became labored instantly, and a dull, splitting pain began to spread through her head, as if it were about to explode.
Young Master Jiang, seeing this, hurriedly stepped forward to intervene. "Lady Lu, are you insane? If this goes on, she'll die! And then when the officers come, they'll arrest you."
But before he could get far, Ying Xi blocked him with the dagger in his hand.
"Lady Lu!" Young Master Jiang was visibly anxious.
