"What are you thinking about?"
Han Junyan looked at her and asked coldly.
Meng Jingwei snapped back to reality. "Oh, nothing. I was just wondering who was so bold as to trespass on Princess Antina's territory. They must be tired of living."
Who could it be?
Everyone knew.
Meng Jingwei was sure that when Xiao Cheng took her to the attic, he was indirectly telling her that her little secret had been exposed and also reminding her that anyone who trespassed into the castle would be discovered.
Therefore, Song Ci had received the message she sent out yesterday and immediately came in to rescue her.
But the voice just now wasn't Qing Muye's, nor was it Song Ci's.
It was... who?
Ordinary henchmen wouldn't warrant such a grand production from them.
"Who else could it be but Qing Muye's confidant, Song Jun?"
Xiao Cheng replied.
Meng Jingwei suddenly realized why the voice sounded familiar. It was Song Ci's brother, Song Jun.
Song Ci had arranged for his brother, Song Jun, to rescue Qing Muye, and then... they had fallen into a trap.
"Oh, really?"
Meng Jingwei's heartstrings tightened. She forced a smile. "So stupid, not even able to save Qing Muye. What a waste."
"Yes, I think he's quite useless too. But even a useless person can be put to good use. If it makes this young lady happy, it's considered his value,"
Antina said as she weighed the mahjong tiles in front of her. "Let me see, which tile should I play? This one, East Wind."
"The little princess is getting more and more proficient at mahjong," Han Junyan said with a gentlemanly, refined smile.
His amiable smile was like that of a neighborly brother.
But his gaze was constantly on Antina or Xiao Cheng, rarely looking at Meng Jingwei.
As expected, Antina won this round again.
"Hahaha, such good luck."
Antina laughed and beckoned to a bodyguard.
The bodyguard walked over with the lottery box. She casually picked a ball and threw it to another bodyguard.
That bodyguard opened the ball and glanced at it. "Miss, it's 11."
Then, the bodyguard spoke into the walkie-talkie, "11."
The mahjong machine was shuffling the tiles, and the basement was exceptionally noisy. Amidst the noise, the shrill screams were particularly clear and chilling.
"Wow, this is so fun," Antina clapped her hands with delight.
She was clearly a cold, elegant, and ruthless woman, but at this moment, she acted like an innocent little bunny. This showed Meng Jingwei Antina's dual nature.
Such cruelty, yet she didn't bat an eye. Meng Jingwei's heart trembled.
"Kai, open the curtains. Otherwise, it's no fun if we can't see the good show," Antina instructed the bodyguard holding the walkie-talkie.
Kai relayed the message through the walkie-talkie, and then the curtain to the interrogation room was pulled open. Meng Jingwei clearly saw Song Jun tied up, being brutally beaten, his body covered in blood.
The mahjong game continued.
Meng Jingwei had no interest in playing mahjong. After a few rounds, whoever drew a ball was subjected to a new form of punishment.
To put it bluntly, she was brought here to watch Song Jun suffer.
"Meng Jingwei, are you tired of playing? Let's try a different game. Truth or Dare." Antina tapped her head, thought for a moment, and said, "Whoever wins gets to ask. If the person tells the truth, they are exempt from punishment. If they don't tell the truth, they are punished. What do you think of this idea?"
"As long as the little princess is happy," Han Junyan said.
Xiao Cheng hooked Antina's chin and kissed her lips. "I'll listen to you."
Antina's face beamed. "Meng Jingwei, what do you think?"
Meng Jingwei: "..."
I don't think it's good.
But do I have a say?
"The guest follows the host's lead," she said, only four words.
Another round of mahjong. Xiao Cheng and Han Junyan cooperated seamlessly. To no one's surprise, Antina won again.
She took the walkie-talkie from the bodyguard and pressed the talk button. "Isn't he Qing Muye's confidant? Ask him how Qing Muye and Meng Jingwei broke up."
As she spoke, Antina's gaze fell on Meng Jingwei, her European-style eyes filled with a hint of slyness.
Only then did Meng Jingwei realize that what had happened earlier was just an 'appetizer,' and this was the 'main course.'
Through the walkie-talkie, the person inside repeated Antina's words, interrogating Song Jun.
Song Jun weakly and feebly said, "...I don't know."
Those three words seemed to exhaust all his strength.
"Do you not know, or do you refuse to say? My patience as Antina is limited," Antina spoke into the walkie-talkie, her gaze barely moving from Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei's eyes shifted past Antina to the scene in the interrogation room.
She witnessed Song Jun being punished, subjected to various tortures, resembling the "Ten Great Tortures of the Great Qing Dynasty," all of them used.
She felt a chill down her spine, an unbearable pain.