Prison Break, A Disciple Cherished by His Master Is a Treasure

Just imagining what Simon Sun might be suffering under Bloodcloak Guard torture, Serena was seized by a murderous fury—she wanted to drag out Shunning Marquis Manor and the masterminds behind it and have them executed by slow slicing.

There are always petty, conniving people in this world—schemers who play dirty tricks behind the scenes to hurt others, then pretend to be righteous. They think that as long as someone covers for them, no one will ever know what they've done.

But they forget: Heaven sees all. No evildoer escapes its gaze. Anyone who stirs up trouble, spreads slander, manipulates with slick words, lies and cheats—when they die, they'll be sent straight to the Hell of Tongue Extraction.

In the Hell of Tongue Extraction, little demons pry open your mouth, grip your tongue with iron tongs, and slowly yank it out—not in one pull, but stretching, dragging... Afterwards, you're sent to the Hell of Scissors, then the Iron Tree Hell.

The torments of the Eighteen Levels of Hell are tailor-made for these kinds of scum. This time, Serena was determined to make those who hurt Simon understand exactly what 'Heaven sees everything' means.

If you don't teach such people a lesson, if you don't make them feel pain, they'll never learn fear. They'll keep stirring up trouble every few days, slandering others for free and profiting from it.

These days, there are plenty who play the whore and still rush to act virtuous. That so-called young lady from Shunning Marquis Manor actually dared accuse Simon of rape. As if someone like her could ever catch Simon's eye.

A flash of ruthless light flickered in Serena's eyes—brief, but Zane Shore caught it clearly. He shivered all over, suddenly feeling like he was facing his master again.

Alright, he wouldn't stoop to competing with a kid. Zane Shore swallowed his jealousy toward Simon and graciously offered Serena some face: "Want to pay me to break him out? I'm mostly good at killing, but jailbreaks aren't that hard—just pay me enough silver."

He was also curious to meet this Simon Sun that Serena valued so much—and to see if someone who'd fallen into the Bloodcloak Guard's hands could actually make it out alive.

Serena shot Zane Shore a glare, warning him not to meddle. She rubbed her face, pinched her own cheek, reminding herself to stay sharp.

"Zane, I don’t have time to chat right now, and things haven’t gotten bad enough for a jailbreak. Just stay put in Feng Manor. I’ll have someone send you whatever you need as soon as possible. I’m heading to the Bloodcloak Guard to get someone out."

Spring Tang, Autumn Tang, you two serve Mr. Zane well for me. Remember, he’s not just an honored guest—he’s also one of Feng Manor’s co-masters. Don’t neglect him. Whatever Mr. Zane wants, you satisfy him. Whatever he does, don’t get in his way.

Now that she was inside the Imperial Capital, Serena didn’t have to worry about assassins, but Zane Shore was her personal life-saving talisman. She absolutely had to keep this 'lord' content.

"Yes, ma’am." Spring and Autumn Tang didn’t understand why Serena valued this young man so much, but they were smart enough not to ask—just respectfully accepted the order.

Zane Shore shrugged, putting on a full lordly air. "Whatever. If you need me, come find me. Since we know each other, I’ll even give you a discount."

Serena’s courtesy soothed Zane Shore’s unease in this unfamiliar place. As one of the 'masters' now, Zane declared there was no need to stand on ceremony.

It was the middle of the night—hardly the right time to go out and rescue someone—but Serena couldn’t care less. The sooner she brought Simon back, the sooner she could breathe easy.

Serena went back to her room to change, then took out the phoenix hairpin she’d stashed in her medical kit and the command token Nolan Dongling had given her. If she was going to rescue someone, she needed to bring things with real weight.

With the phoenix hairpin representing the late Empress and the command token for Nolan Dongling, these two items carried authority second only to the Emperor himself. So when Summer Wan and Winter Qing suggested Serena change into the Ninth Prince’s Princess Consort formal attire, she refused. Wearing princess consort robes didn’t make her a princess consort; the hairpin and token were intimidating enough.

The carriage was already waiting outside. With Jada and Mira Tang supporting her, Serena boarded. The moment she sat down, the driver cracked his whip and set off without delay.

Hooves pounded and wheels rolled—normally not so loud, but in the quiet night, every sound felt sharp and jarring. At least to Serena, the constant clatter of the carriage only made her more anxious.

Three days in the Bloodcloak Guard dungeon—who knew what Simon had suffered? If they used their usual tortures, even if Simon survived, he’d be ruined.

Bloodcloak Guard torture was basically slow execution. Even if Serena had never suffered it herself, she knew exactly what those punishments could do to a person.

Jada and Mira Tang didn’t dare speak, quietly kneeling at Serena’s side. Serena wasn’t someone who liked venting her anger, but seeing their cautious, anxious faces, she sighed and closed her eyes, not letting them see the worry and unease in her gaze.

Even the carriage horses seemed to sense their mistress’s urgency, running much faster than usual. With the empty streets, the carriage barreled straight through, arriving at the Bloodcloak Guard dungeon a full moment ahead of schedule.

Serena was no stranger to the Bloodcloak Guard dungeon. She jumped down from the carriage, refusing to let Jada and Mira Tang follow, and walked alone toward the ominous, blood-reeking prison.

"Bloodcloak Guard dungeon—no entry for outsiders." She was still a hundred paces away when the guards stepped forward and blocked Serena’s path.

The Bloodcloak guards were all dressed in black, exuding a chilling aura. With the shadowy prison looming behind them, just standing there gave off a sense of dread and terror.

Most people would turn pale at the sight of the Bloodcloak Guard; some would even faint on the spot, and children would burst into tears. The Bloodcloak Guard’s brutal reputation was known throughout the Imperial Capital.

Serena wasn’t facing the Bloodcloak Guard for the first time; she was practically an old acquaintance. The two gate guards clearly didn’t recognize her.

Not that it mattered—even if they did recognize her, they wouldn’t dare let her through. The Bloodcloak Guard dungeon wasn’t a place just anyone could enter, and Serena knew that. She didn’t blame the guards; instead, she immediately flashed the Ninth Prince’s command token: "The Ninth Royal Uncle has ordered me to enter the Bloodcloak Guard dungeon to see a prisoner."

The guards, who had been arrogant just moments before, instantly dropped to one knee. "We didn’t know the Ninth Royal Uncle had given orders. Please forgive us, miss. Which prisoner do you wish to see?"

"I want to see Simon Sun, the physician accused by Shunning Marquis Manor." Serena didn’t beat around the bush.

The two guards’ faces stiffened. "Miss, about that…"

"What? You can’t let me in?" Serena’s face darkened. She knew even if no one was manipulating things behind the scenes, someone would still take advantage of Simon’s trouble.

"With respect, miss, there are orders from above. Unless the Emperor himself arrives, no one may see Simon Sun. Please don’t make things difficult for us."

The two guards bowed so low their heads nearly touched their belts, but they stubbornly refused to step aside...