Su Yujiao felt extremely humiliated!

What does he really think of her? How indifferent does he have to be to want to do that kind of thing at a time like this?

Or does he think this matter can be easily dismissed, as if nothing happened, and he can still be his personal plaything?

He never gave her a shred of respect from beginning to end.

In his heart, she was like a cheap prostitute.

She struggled desperately, but the difference in strength was too great, and he held her hands tightly behind her back.

Su Yujiao was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it. She had only one thought in mind: she couldn't let him succeed.

She leaned on his shoulder and bit his ear hard, as if trying to tear off a piece of flesh.

"tear……"

"You're insane!"

When Lu Ziqian was pushed away, he looked at her in astonishment. She was holding a hairpin in her hand, pressing it tightly against his chest.

Her hands trembled, tears streaming down her face, but she bit her lip and her eyes were full of determination.

Lu Ziqian's gaze turned cold, and he looked at her with a gloomy expression.

What a disappointment!

The man slowly tidied himself up, transforming back into the handsome and extraordinary young nobleman, as if nothing had just happened.

He chuckled and deliberately moved closer to the hairpin: "What? Trying to murder your husband?"

"Press harder..." He grabbed her trembling hand and pressed it forcefully against his chest.

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were flirting with your husband!"

Su Yujiao's face was deathly pale, her lips trembled, and her voice choked with sobs: "Lu Ziqian, aren't you going to give me an explanation?"

"Why should I give the credit to Chen Yunniang?"

Do you know how much I sacrificed for this opportunity?

"Why won't you let me go? Why won't you give me love? Why do you keep torturing me like this?"

"Will you only be satisfied when I'm dead?"

She became agitated, and the hairpin turned around, pointing at herself.

The tip pierces...

A large amount of blood gushed out, dripping down the hairpin.

A pool of blood quickly appeared on the soft cushions inside the carriage.

The crimson color was blinding!

Lu Ziqian was stunned; he hadn't expected Su Yujiao to be so agitated.

He reached out, but the woman pushed the hairpin in an inch deeper, as if she felt no pain.

But she was clearly most afraid of pain; she was very delicate, just like her name suggested.

Lu Ziqian didn't dare to stop her, fearing she would go even crazier; she wasn't afraid of death at all now.

"Don't get agitated. I'll give you back the credit. I'll give you anything you want. Just don't hurt yourself."

Lu Ziqian compromised, but only he knew that the moment Su Yujiao plunged the hairpin into her chest without hesitation, his soul trembled.

Su Yujiao suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks, a poignant and tragic beauty.

"You still don't understand. What I want is not credit or a title, but this opportunity."

Seeing that she was distracted, Lu Ziqian took the opportunity to strike her pressure point and knock her unconscious.

The hairpin fell to the ground, and Su Yujiao fainted in his arms, covered in blood.

Lu Ziqian held her, his hands trembling, momentarily at a loss.

When Su Yujiao woke up, she was in an unfamiliar environment, and the room was filled with the bitter smell of Chinese medicine.

She gently shifted her gaze, her expression pained by the pain in her chest.

"Madam Lu, you're awake?"

Where is this place?

A woman dressed as a palace maid spoke up: "This is the Eastern Palace."

“General Lu brought you here last night. The Crown Prince brought the entire Imperial Hospital here, and even the Empress was alarmed.”

"The Crown Prince?"

"Um."

Just then, the door was pushed open, and it was Lu Ziqian.

"You may all leave."

Lu Ziqian turned around and saw Su Yujiao staring at him quietly.

Her black hair covered the entire jade pillow, and her small face was deathly pale, which added a touch of fragile beauty to her sickly appearance.

The man sat down by the bed, reached out and touched her forehead, which had already recovered from its fever, and asked gently, "Does the wound still hurt? Should we call the imperial physician?"

Su Yujiao quietly closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him or talk to him.

If she could, she would love to turn her back to him.

"Are you still angry?"

"How come I never knew you had such a temper?"

When did you become so fierce?

"It's just a county princess title. We'll give it to her if we want. If you want it, I'll have my aunt take you in as her goddaughter and give you a princess title for a while."

“I know you hate Yunniang, and you’ve always misunderstood that there’s something between me and her.”

"I can tell you definitively that I have never slept with her."

"You are the only woman I've ever been with in my life."

"Giving her the credit this time is also to repay her kindness and completely sever ties with her."

“I didn’t care about these romantic relationships before, but since you do, I naturally have to care about your feelings.”

"Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

Lu Ziqian spoke more today than he had in the past three years combined.

Su Yujiao listened as he said that they had never slept together, and that she was the only woman he had ever been with in his life.

I was slightly surprised, but it didn't cause me any ripples.

It doesn't matter anymore, nothing matters anymore.

She no longer cared whether they had slept together or not.

She has decided she doesn't want him!

Seeing that she still kept her eyes closed and ignored him, Lu Ziqian reached out and touched her pale face: "Look at me."

Are you planning to pretend to be asleep for the rest of your life?

Su Yujiao disliked his touch and opened her eyes to glare at him.

When Lu Ziqian saw that she had finally opened her eyes, he picked up the medicine bowl next to him, blew on it gently to make sure it wasn't too hot before feeding it to the woman.

Su Yujiao kept her mouth shut and ignored him.

This time, he didn't use a forceful attitude, but instead put down the bowl and let her drink it herself.

But the wound was so painful that she couldn't even move her fingers, let alone sit up.

The man suddenly picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip. He leaned forward abruptly, not pressing on her wound, but only slightly touching her shoulder.

Su Yujiao smelled his body heat on his clothes, along with a faint herbal scent that was refreshing and pleasant.

Such ambiguous physical contact made her very uncomfortable, and she tried to turn her face away despite the pain.

But the man grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly at him. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, slowly transferring the medicine into her mouth.

The bitter taste instantly filled her mouth. Su Yujiao frowned sadly, wanting to push him away, but she was too weak to do so.

We can only let him do whatever he wants!

The act of them taking the medicine reminded her of her unbearable past. He ignored her anger and abused her again and again in the bed and in the carriage...

Suddenly, the woman began to sob softly, and Lu Ziqian hurriedly got up.

He thought she would like his gentleness, but he didn't expect to make her cry again.

"Why are you crying again?"

"If all else fails, shall I have a palace maid feed him?"

Su Yujiao looked at him with a pale face, her voice trembling and choked with sobs: "Lu Ziqian, go and explain to the Emperor that the credit is mine."

"I demand that the Emperor release my elder brother."

Lu Ziqian froze, then his voice suddenly rose: "You performed meritorious service to save your older brother?"