"Su Qian, do you want to die?" The man's furious voice sounded beside him.

Yan Xuanye's right palm shackled her slender neck, and his big palm gradually tightened, squeezing her throat and trachea, and air leaked out from the gap, making it increasingly difficult for her to breathe.

Time slowed to a crawl. Yan Xuanye grew even more furious because of Su Qian's refusal to resist. "You've fooled me time and again. Do you really think I can't bear to kill you?"

Yan Xuanye, the bravest man on the grassland and the actual ruler of Fengyuan Kingdom.

The monarch of Nanchang was incompetent and ruthless. He led an army of 200,000 soldiers southwards and had captured 15 cities of Nanchang so far. He won every battle along the way. Everyone said he was a Shura incarnate and avoided him.

Half a year ago, Yan Xuanye attacked Zhiyi City and snatched Su Qian from Lu Huan. Later, he forced Su Qian to sleep on the same bed with him every day. Later, he went crazy and married Su Qian using the etiquette of the Central Plains, forcing Su Qian to be his princess.

What Su Qian could not accept the most was that he wanted Su Qian to have his child, hoping to bind her heart. He wanted Su Qian to never be able to escape from him for the rest of her life.

Su Qian naturally didn't want to do that, so she tried every possible way to secretly prevent pregnancy.

He had discovered it once before, and he had said viciously at that time: "There will be no next time."

But Su Qian knew very well that there would definitely be a next time.

And this time is what he called the next time.

When the matter was exposed, Yan Xuanye was extremely furious and threatened to kill her, but Su Qian not only did not resist, but looked like she was determined to die, which made him even more angry.

His voice was filled with anger and disbelief: "Do you hate me so much? You would rather die than be with me and give birth to our children?"

"What's wrong with me? Everyone else is rushing to be my woman, but you refuse. I really can't understand what it is that makes you so reluctant to leave me. I have given you the best in food, clothing, shelter and transportation. I'm just short of conquering the country and letting you sit on the throne of queen!"

"I've given you my only partial favor. Even when I was busy with official duties, I often thought of you. You said you wouldn't let me take a concubine, and I agreed to everything. What more do you want? What more do you want?"

Su Qian's cheeks gradually turned red. From the reflection in his eyes, Su Qian could see that her eyes were wide open and sobs kept coming out of her throat.

Perhaps it was a physiological resistance reaction, or maybe she was really scared, or maybe she was unwilling to die at his hands, she involuntarily opened her lips to breathe in air.

She slapped Yan Xuanye's right hand, which was restraining her, with all her strength. Perhaps because she saw Su Qian's will to survive, Yan Xuanye finally released the big hand that was restraining Su Qian.

He sneered and said, "I thought you really didn't want to live anymore."

Su Qian gasped heavily, grabbing big gulps of air, and did not respond to his words.

After Su Qian rested for a while, he lifted Su Qian's chin with force, and suddenly leaned closer with his handsome face. He stared at Su Qian with dark eyes and said, "This king will give you one last chance. If there is a next time..."

"I will use you as a female soldier in the military camp." He stroked Su Qian's chin, and the thick calluses on his thumb scratched Su Qian painfully.

"Then I'll let you feel for yourself whether you want to be my woman alone or the woman of all the men in the barracks."

"Think about it carefully." He swung his big hand, and Su Qian fell onto the couch covered with wolfskin.

The hair fell on Su Qian's cheek, blocking her sight. She did not try to smooth it away because she heard the familiar rustling sound again.

Su Qian knew that it was Yan Xuanye who was undressing and he wanted to do that with her again.

Not long after, Yan Xuanye came over and pushed her down on the couch. His large body pressed down on her, blocking out most of the light. He ignored her limp and tired body and tore her clothes off with his big hands.

One by one, the cloth was easily torn into pieces under his hands, and with his ruthless movements, they were thrown onto the carpet...

He turned Su Qian's cheek and made her face him. His eyes were dark and his voice was filled with anger: "Before, I was too lenient with you. That's why you were so fearless. This time, you will suffer for me."

Not long after, Su Qian's vision became blurry and shaky...

*

When I woke up again, that person was no longer by my side.

Su Qian sighed. How did he end up like this?

In fact, my acquaintance with Yan Xuanye dates back to half a year ago.

At that time, Su Qian had just graduated from high school. Due to her excellent grades, she had been admitted to a 211 university. There was still some time before school started, so Su Qian chose to go to the Inner Mongolia prairie with her classmates for a spontaneous trip.

That day she wore a very beautiful light purple Hanfu with a light yellow cape on the outside. She took photos with her classmates and enjoyed the good times after graduation together.

On that day, Su Qian fell off her horse and heard a man's voice calling in a daze.

His voice was low, mellow, and deep, concealing a hint of sadness. He called her "Qianqian".

At that time, Su Qian was still conscious. In a daze, she grabbed the hand of a female classmate and asked her, "Who is calling me?"

The classmate said, "No one called you, just lie down first and don't talk too much, we are going to take you to the hospital."

But she clearly heard a man calling her name, with a feeling of nostalgia and tenderness: "Qianqian, you are finally back. It has been fifteen hundred years since you last left."

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