Yu Cheng was also a general who had guarded the border for many years, with an unyielding spirit. Even after enduring all kinds of torture, he remained incredibly resolute.
After a bowl of ginseng soup was poured down his throat, he even had the strength to curse.
Lu Ziyuan dug at his ear, suddenly feeling a surge of curiosity.
He walked over leisurely, using the horsewhip in his hand to lift the other's chin, speaking slowly, "Do you hate me?"
"You disregarded your integrity, actively got involved in the battle for the throne, and even colluded with foreign enemies. Now that you've become a prisoner, are you unwilling to accept it?"
Yu Cheng spat, but before he could speak, Ming Feng, standing nearby, immediately kicked two of his teeth out.
Lu Ziyuan didn't stop him. He looked into the old, hate-filled eyes and said calmly, "I heard that General Yu only had one daughter in his life, cherished her like a treasure, and declared that the Yu Family Army was her dowry?"
