Chapter 43

You Shu laid in a prison cell full of straws, feeling bored to death. A few jailers gathered in the outer hall to drink and have fun, and they frequently ridiculed him with comments such as "A phoenix with its feathers plucked was not as good as a chicken", “Sons from official families are all beast in human skin", "It doesn’t count as wrongful treatment even if you behead him" and so on.

One of them was very extreme, saying that the body has been found and that the evidence was conclusive, that he will definitely be sentenced to being beaten with wooden staves and exiled, and that it was better for them to beat him first to have a taste of how it feels like to beat up an official’s son. As soon as he said it, everyone was eager to try. It was obvious that their mentality had already been distorted and they were still discussing with each other where they could hit the hardest, but the wound would be hidden.

Seeing a group of people approaching his cell with wine pots, the prisoners in the next cell also urged them to try to get pleasure from the pain of others. You Shu finally changed his expression at this. His brows were tightly furrowed, his mouth twitched, and the two small dimples were became exposed. He didn't seem to be intimidating at all, but instead looked rather pitiful.

The jailers became more and more worked up, and their mouths were spitting out cusses non-stop.

"The sky has eyes and it's better to do less things that go against your conscience." You Shu did not get angry, pointing to the staggering jailer at the head of the group, "Do you ever know why your legs and feet are always unbearably sore?"

The jailer usually felt nothing off whenever he walked, but his calf severely hurt from time to time, which only eased slightly after drinking. All the doctors he searched for everywhere in Lin'an Prefecture were unable to diagnose the cause, and it became incurable over time. You Shu has never met him before and their social circles were even further apart. It is impossible for him to hear about this from other people.

In other words, only he would know about it. The jailer's heart started beating so hard that he wanted to ask but he was unwilling to let go of his face.

You Shu originally intended to deter the crowd and continued without waiting for them to respond, "You have a hobby of torturing cats and dogs to death. You would beat them to near death and smash their heads with one foot to get a sense of pleasure. However, you forgot that cats and dogs also have souls, and they also know resentment. They turn into tiny Black Qi like ants and bore in and out of your legs and feet, slowly gnawing at your life essence, so how can you not hurt? The pain is still secondary. If you don't get rid of that old habit and do kind deeds and accumulate merit, then you will become ill and die in less than three to five years."