After breakfast, Iris picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth before getting up and leaving. Yar quickly followed suit.

"Yar, why are you following me?" Iris stopped and turned to Yar, frowning.

"As the Emperor's guard, it is my duty to stay by your side," Yar explained with a smile.

Iris glanced at Yar but didn't speak. She simply turned and walked towards the door. She couldn't do anything about Yar, so she let him follow along.

After a while, Iris arrived at the entrance of the prison. She looked up at the prison and a sly smile curled on her lips.

The warden, upon learning that the Empress had arrived, hurriedly ran out of the prison to greet her respectfully.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," the warden knelt down on one knee.

Iris didn't say anything. She simply waved her hand to signal the warden to rise. "You have no business here. You may leave."

"Yes, Your Majesty," the warden quickly retreated.

With her hands behind her back, Iris walked into the prison. Her posture exuded grace and nobility.

Though Yar didn't understand the Emperor's intentions for coming to the prison, he followed closely behind.

Using the Blood Servant's Mark, Iris sensed Leng's location and walked straight towards it.

Yar followed closely behind.

Soon, Iris arrived at the cell where Leng was being held. She ordered the guards standing nearby to open the cell door.

Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Leng turned to look outside the cell. Before she could clearly see the other person's face, she was grabbed by the chain on her hand and dragged into a nearby soundproof room.

As Leng was being dragged, her back rubbed against the ground, causing her immense pain. She gritted her teeth and cried, "Let me go! Let me go!!!"

Iris completely ignored Leng's struggles, allowing her back to scrape against the ground. Fresh blood slid down her back.

"Ah!" Leng screamed in agony, trembling all over from the pain in her back.

Yar felt that the voice was somewhat familiar but couldn't immediately recall whose it was. She looked up and saw the person wearing a blood-stained prisoner's uniform, with messy hair and a dirty face covered in mud and filth. It was difficult to make out her features, but she could barely tell that it was a woman.

After entering the soundproof room, Iris threw Leng onto the floor.

Leng fell in a disheveled heap and couldn't get up for a moment. When she finally recovered, she struggled to stand.

However, Iris stepped on Leng's chest, preventing her from getting up.

Yar quietly closed the door and stepped back, standing there silently, waiting.

"Let's see, it's been three years since we last saw each other, right? How did you end up like this?" Iris looked down at the battered Leng on the ground and spoke.

"I... cough, cough..." Leng coughed violently, gasping for air. "Who... who are you?"

"Who am I? That's quite a funny question. But you're right, after three years, it's no wonder you don't recognize me. I have indeed gone through quite a transformation," Iris smirked mockingly, looking down at Leng on the ground. She then crouched down, grabbed Leng's chin, and forced her to look up, meeting her gaze.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the esteemed angel of intellect has fallen into captivity. How embarrassing for you." Iris squinted her beautiful phoenix-like eyes and a mischievous curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Looking at the unpredictable expression on the other's face, a familiar face instantly flashed in Leng's mind.

"It's... it's you... Iris!" Leng stared at Iris with wide eyes, exclaiming in disbelief.

"That's right, it's me." Iris extended her slender jade hand and gently patted Leng's cheek. A playful look appeared on her lips. "You truly deserve to be called the angel of intellect. You have cleverly guessed that it's me."

Seeing Iris's smile, Leng's heart sank.

She never expected the missing Iris to appear right in front of her. This gave Leng a bad premonition.

"What... what are you going to do to me?" Leng swallowed and asked.

"What am I going to do? Of course, I'm going to seek revenge." Iris's smile gradually faded, replaced by coldness. She said indifferently, "It was because of your suggestion that Lanzu sealed my powers, nearly causing me to be killed by a traitor."

Upon hearing this, Leng's body trembled, and a trace of fear and panic flashed across her face.

For these past three years, she had been tormented by Poqi to the point of near death and had never uttered a plea for mercy. But the Demon Emperor was different. She knew what she was afraid of.

"You once swore allegiance to me, and yet, you betrayed me by proposing to seal my powers. How should we settle this account?" Iris lifted her right leg and ruthlessly kicked Leng in the lower abdomen.

Leng's body flew out like a ball, crashing heavily into the wall. She spewed out a mouthful of blood and was left motionless on the ground.

Iris approached Leng, bending down to grab her shoulder. "How is it? How does it feel to experience my power?"

Leng held her stomach in pain, beads of sweat the size of soybeans forming on her forehead. As she looked at Iris in front of her, a sense of despair welled up in her heart.

"Don't worry, I won't turn you into a mentally disabled person so quickly. I'll slowly torment you. If I were to turn you into a mentally disabled person directly, wouldn't that eliminate the pleasure of revenge? After all, there is already a precedent." Iris leaned down and whispered in Leng's ear.

"Yar, go find the prison warden to get a high-pressure water gun and prisoner's clothes. Let's give our noble angel of intellect a bath and a change of clothes. Angels and demons are different, they are noble and pure beings. How can they be dirty and messy like beggars? We must not tarnish their noble image." Iris turned around and instructed Yar, who was standing nearby. (The high-pressure water gun is a magic device)

"Yes, my Lord Demon Emperor!" Yar responded respectfully, then went to find the prison warden to get the high-pressure water gun for Leng's shower.

After a while, Yar returned to the soundproof room with a high-pressure water gun and a brand new prisoner's uniform.

"My Lord Demon Emperor, I have prepared everything as you commanded." Yar said respectfully.

"Then help our noble and pure angel of intellect take a comfortable bath, make sure she's thoroughly cleaned, and let her feel refreshed, so as not to tarnish her image." Iris smiled and gave her instructions.

"Yes, my Lord Demon Emperor." Yar nodded and agreed. She then placed the prisoner's uniform on the nearby table, adjusted the pressure of the water gun to its maximum, and aimed it at Leng, spraying water.

After all, Leng had almost killed the Demon Emperor before, so naturally, Yar would not show any mercy.

The water jet from the high-pressure water gun hit Leng's body like sharp arrows.

"Ah..." Leng let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if thousands of needles were prickling her skin, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

Iris sat in the chair with crossed legs, a hint of a smile on her lips as she watched Leng huddled in the corner, shivering in fear.

The high-pressure water jet continued to spray for more than ten minutes before it finally stopped. Leng was soaked through, her clothes clinging to her body, revealing the faint glimpse of her snow-white skin on her chest, as well as her ample **.

Leng's body trembled slightly, the agonizing pain piercing through her, making her face even paler.

"Yar, unlock the shackles on her hands and feet, and help her put on the new prisoner's uniform. After all, this noble angel is not adept at fighting. Besides, this is a new prison cell, and it's time for our sacred and noble Archangel to embrace a new life." Iris said calmly.

Yar nodded, walked up to Leng, and unlocked the shackles on her hands and feet. Then, she removed Leng's wet clothes and replaced them with the fresh prisoner's uniform.

Once dressed properly, Leng finally sighed in relief, slumping to the ground, completely weak.

"Are you satisfied, noble angel?" Iris stood up and walked towards Leng, asking with a smile.

"What... do you want?" Leng looked up at Iris.

"Hehehe... What's the matter? Are you scared?" Iris laughed, her voice trembling with excitement. "Fear is useless, All Betrayers Should Pay the Price."

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