Ever since she married into Prince Pingyang's palace, all she wanted to do was live a peaceful life.
Yin Tianyi's injury had been cured by the doctor invited by Prince Qi Xing a few days ago. It was said that he was a miracle doctor, but Mo Yiran didn't bother to find out. He just said that Yin Tianyi's injury was not serious, so that was good.
There is no need to force anything anymore.
As for Yin Tianyi's robbery, His Majesty Emperor Xueji was really angry. Yin Tianyi was treasonous because he did not take the royal dignity into consideration. However, because he had been stabbed by Prince Pingyang and his life was in danger, he had to
Prince Qi Xing begged desperately for mercy, but His Majesty Emperor Xue Ji only said that after he recovered from his injuries, he would be fined one year's salary.
For a month, she had been worried about his injury every day, but she had never gone to see him. Only when she heard that his injury had recovered a few days ago did she feel relieved.
Now that You'er is back and she is married, it's time to live a peaceful life.
On this day, the heavy snow cleared up.
Yin Wuchou left the palace gate early, and after a few ups and downs, he came to a quiet forest.
The cold wind blew in, making the leaves rustle. He paused and said, "Who?"
"Young master, your life is good after getting married!" The woman's voice came from behind, "It's just my sister...is she still satisfactory to you?" As soon as the meaningful words were uttered, the man hurriedly replied: "In
In my eyes, all women are the same!"
After the man finished speaking, the woman had already walked in front of him, with a scornful expression on her pretty face. Looking at his cold expression, she took a step closer, put her arms around his neck, and kissed his thin lips deeply.
and kissed her.
She kissed him hard and passionately, but found that he didn't respond and his body didn't react at all, so she wisely left his body.
The man asked coldly: "Have you kissed enough?" After saying that, he gently wiped the corners of his lips, as if he disliked her taste.
A glimmer of coldness flashed in the woman's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. She smiled sweetly and said: "The young master didn't ask like this before." She had known him six years ago. At that time, she was thirteen years old and he was ten.
When she was six years old, when she saw him for the first time, his body was covered with scars, and his dark clothes were even more stained with blood. From that time on, she followed him step by step. When he laughed, she followed him.
Frowning, she frowned with him.
She always remembered that scene. Under the dim candlelight, the sixteen-year-old boy lay motionless on the torture device, while the young woman next to him held a wooden stick in his hand. It was not an ordinary wooden stick. There were many sharp edges on the wooden stick.
Every time the stick went down, you could see the wounds on his back, and blood kept pouring out. She was only thirteen years old at the time, and had never seen such a cruel punishment. She was really frightened at that time.
But he just pursed his lips tightly, trying not to let out a moan.
After hearing this, she saw him once a month, and each time he came just to receive punishment. And she could only see him being punished in the first year, and then she never had the chance again. For a whole year
, twelve months later, he was very thin. Every time he came, he would have a heartbreaking cough, and then he would lie obediently on the torture device and let the mermaid eat his flesh.
And the way he gritted his teeth and was stubborn had been deeply embedded in her mind six years ago. Every time she dreamed back at midnight, it was his stubborn face. At that time, she would hug herself tightly in the dark night...
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"It's not the past now." Yin Wuchou said coldly, pulling Mo Youran's thoughts back. "And you are no longer just the little girl who stays in the Endless Palace day and night and only knows how to be afraid, aren't you?
"The corners of his lips were slightly raised into a mocking and cruel smile.
Then, he quietly walked past her, leaving only the cold memories standing there, falling into Mo Youran's hands.
He was wearing a dark blue robe. In this chilling winter, he was not wearing thick clothes. His slender body made people feel sorry for him, but he just walked forward proudly and firmly.
, regardless of the distressed look behind him.
A gust of wind blew, disrupting their relationship. Such sad weather seemed to have started a long time ago.
With a "bang", he twisted open the mechanism of the stone gate. There was a strong wind outside. He turned sideways and quickly entered the interior of the stone gate.
There was no one standing in the empty stone room. Although the stone door blocked the cold wind from outside, it was still as cold as ever inside.
He stood steadily in the empty stone room, as if waiting for something.
Not long after, another stone door was opened from the inside, and two women with white masks stood up, bowed their heads and said respectfully: "Young Master."
Yin Wuchou didn't even look at them, he just passed them and went inside.
The air was still as cold as ever, but since he came to this world, he had never known what warmth was, except for one thing, of course, and that was her bright smile.
There were many people guarding the stone room. He passed through their gazes and walked straight to another stone door. He stretched out his right hand and gently turned the extra stone slab beside the door, and the stone door was easily opened.
Behind the door stood a young woman dressed in black. The man nodded slightly and said, "Mother."
After that, without waiting for the young woman to answer, he walked directly to the torture device. After untying his clothes, he lay there motionless, waiting for the young woman to pick up the wooden stick with thorns on the wall, and then
He was hit on the back repeatedly, leaving patches of flesh and blood... Over the past twenty years, he had become accustomed to such punishments.
The young woman stood motionless, with a black mask on her face. Perhaps this was a close-up showing that her identity was different from the others.
Not long after, she reached for the wooden stick, aimed it at his back, and hit him hard. The hook on the wooden stick instantly tore his clothes, and the heartache and old scars were buried under the torn clothes.
Revealed completely.
The young woman asked: "Do you hate me?" Her voice was vicissitudes of life and cold.
The man gritted his teeth and said, "Hate!"
Another wave of the staff swung down, and blood gurgled out from the wounds made by the hook. He felt that his whole body seemed to have been broken by this hook, but no, no! He was still lying there neatly, but
It's just bleeding, it's just a few more scars. What does this mean? What does it mean!
No. This is nothing at all. Compared with the injuries he suffered since childhood, this injury is nothing at all!
Another hard blow with the cane caused the old wounds to be uncovered again, and fresh blood flowed out.
The man gritted his teeth without making a sound.
The young woman waved her stick like rain, and the stick fell on his back, hooking out new flesh and blood. She said hysterically: "It's good to know the hatred. You'd better remember this heart-wrenching hatred for me forever!"
"My child, I will never forget this life!" the man said one word at a time, gritting his teeth tightly after speaking.
Author's words: What if Yanzi desperately comes to update one day? What do you think?