A password to speak to your husband

With her arms restrained by chains hanging above the ceiling, Zi Han walked over to his mother his boots clanking on the iron floor. Blood dripped from the tip of his sword leaving behind a trail of blood.

He handed the sword to her and said, "You can have the second cut for your husband."

The corner of Zi Xingxi's lips quirked into an evil smile as she said, "Death by a thousand cuts it is then."

Zi Han nodded his head and Zi Xingxi walked past him towards Tala. Just that single cut was so excruciatingly painful that Tala couldn't stand it. She opened her mouth to beg but it was useless. The time for begging had already passed. Even if she had begged back then it would still be useless.

Zi Xingxi held the sword in one hand with its tip almost dragging on the floor. She showed a sinister smile before raising the blade while staring straight in Tala's eyes.