The hoarse bass sounds like thousands of years of ice, without a trace of warmth.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can do whatever you want to this concubine. Please spare Weiyang. She is only fifteen years old. Please spare her, Your Majesty."
Ignoring the pain in her body, Xia Ruoxue got up from the ground, knelt at Xuanyuan Che's feet, pulled his trousers and begged.
"Go away, you have no right to ask me to ask someone to put this bitch in jail. No one is allowed to let her out without my order!"
Xuanyuan Che kicked Xia Ruoxue away hard, and let the maid next to him scrub his body with a look of disdain.
Four guards broke in from outside the door and saw Xia Weiyang lying beside the pillar and Xia Ruoxue lying on the carpet.
His eyes were closed tightly. Suddenly, he opened his dark eyes and kicked away a maid beside him.
"Idiot, you can't even wipe yourself, so what's the point of keeping you!"
The maid knelt on the ground with a bang, kowtowed hard, her little body trembling constantly, and cried, "My lord, please forgive me, my lord, please forgive me."
The guards looked at each other, and two of them immediately stepped forward and pulled the maid out of the palace.
The remaining two people lifted Xia Ruoxue from the ground and quickly exited the palace.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please spare Weiyang, Your Majesty...she is still just a child."
The sound of crying became increasingly blurry until it could no longer be heard.
What Yun Xiaoxiao heard was cloudy and foggy, and she thought she was dreaming.
She opened her eyes, struggled to get up from the ground, and looked around.