After remaining silent for an unknown amount of time, Han Moze snapped out of his thoughts.
"Ahhh... Your Majesty... Spare me... Wahhh ahh... I look identical to how I did before. How could I possibly be a fake? Your Majesty, you've got me all wrong! Wahhh wahhh..." Concubine Hui continued to scream.
Anyone could hear the despair in Concubine Hui's voice just then. She was hurt and heartbroken.
Han Moze slowly turned his head and furrowed his sharp brows. His fierce eyes slowly swept over 'Liu Rushuang' for a moment.
All he could see was 'Liu Rushuang's beautiful face had turned pale white and her brows tightly locked from the pain. Cold sweat had also run down her teary face from the pain, and her drenched hair stuck to her face. Her pretty little face convulsed in agonizing pain.
Her delicate and slender fingers were clamped between thick hard ebony. The pain made her look unusually weak.