Chapter 50 Chapter 50 Escape
Wan Ning smiled before she spoke: "As long as you are happy."
Chu Xian snorted softly, "Me? Neither sad nor happy, what does it have to do with me? If anyone wants the position of the Fourth Lady, I will offer it to her with both hands and be grateful to her."
Ever since the truth was revealed, Chu Xian has been heartbroken. Even the life-and-death struggles in the harem are useless. In history, Yongzheng's true love was Concubine Nian.
Nian was the one who was favored even by history. She and the other women in the harem lived a complete joke their entire lives.
She just wanted to escape from the devil's den now. She didn't want to live like the Empress Xiaojingxian in history who lost her son and was not favored.
From now on, even if he ate the same food as the emperor, he would be scolded by the emperor, which made him feel extremely aggrieved.
"Xian'er, I'll leave Nanny Gui to take care of you. You can trust her with your life, just as you trust me."
"I believe her. Aunt Gui is your wet nurse. She's skilled in both literature and martial arts, and is also good at medicine. Are you willing to let her go?"
Chu Xian seemed to be thinking about something, and blinked three times at Wan Ning. This was the hint they had agreed upon, meaning to escape.
The two have been childhood sweethearts, and have many unspoken secret codes that only the other person can understand.
Wan Ning looked surprised and doubtful. After a moment, she nodded solemnly in agreement, "I will only feel at ease if Madam Gui takes care of you for me."
"In two days, I'll go to Hongluo Temple to burn incense and pray for you. The farm near Hongluo Temple is perfect for soaking in the hot springs. I'll take you there next year."
"Okay." Chu Xian lowered her head and wiped her tears.
"As the New Year approaches, I have sent people to prepare New Year gifts for my father, fourth brother, and Liang Amuna. If you have time, please go and see them for me."
"Don't worry, your father and brother are my biological father and brother. I will visit Eunuch Liang every New Year and other holidays."
"Thank you, Wan Ning. I feel relieved now."
"Fujin, you don't have to worry about these trivial matters. I have ordered my servants to prepare the festival gifts. Next month, I will visit Master Fei Yanggu in person."
Su Peisheng was busy talking outside the door, saying that there were some things that Madam didn't need to worry about, as the Master had already made preparations for them.
"Eat quickly. The imperial physician said you need to eat more. Su Peisheng, get out of the way. I want to have a private conversation with the Fourth Lady." Wan Ning shouted angrily.
Su Peisheng chuckled: "Oh, Eighth Lady, I am just a little eunuch. It is my duty to squat in the corner and serve my master. Just treat me as a lump of stone."
Wan Ning looked displeased. Su Peisheng was acting as the Fourth Prince's eyes and ears, monitoring Xian'er's every move.
The Fourth Prince has a strong desire for control and wants to control every detail. It is suffocating to be with such a man.
"Wan Ning, let's ignore him. You're eating too. I'm sorry. You've become so haggard and thin these days."
"It's better to be thin. I'm worried that my wedding dress is too tight and I can't lose weight."
"Look, I can even pinch out my waist like a slender snake. I can even wake up laughing in my dreams." After Wan Ning said this, she stood up and pinched her waist, looking smug.
"You're right, your waist is quite thin." Chu Xian's eyes were sore, and she pinched Wan Ning's waist.
The two chatted casually about family matters. Before dinner, Wan Ning left her and left with the Eighth Prince.
Since the Eighth Master is very careful, we can't stay in the manor any longer, otherwise we will be discovered by him.
Without Wan Ning to mediate between her and that man, Chu Xian was nervous and fidgeted.
During dinner, the man walked into the room openly.
At this time, he sat beside her familiarly and had a meal with her, picking up food for her from time to time.
From the moment his footsteps sounded outside the door, Chu Xian kept her head down the whole time, unwilling to look up at him.
Nanny Chun had just reminded her, intentionally or unintentionally, that the child was already six months pregnant and it was appropriate for her to have sex with that man, saying that it would be beneficial to the little prince's development.
She was extremely reluctant.
"Xian'er, I'm sorry."
Chu Xian was stunned. She hadn't heard Chi Zheng's voice for a long time. When she listened carefully, she found that Chi Zheng's voice was almost exactly the same as that man's.
He shamelessly used Chi Zheng to confuse her mind.
She put down her chopsticks in a daze: "Master, I am not angry or disappointed, you don't need to apologize."
"After all, our acquaintance began with lies. Neither of us was sincere. But after knowing Chi Zheng's true face, there was a moment when my heart suddenly felt empty and broken."
"Lord Beile, you are not Chi Zheng. I know that and I know my limits."
The sad and bitter emotions are stuck in my heart, unable to be expressed or suppressed.
"Master, I know my status and will definitely be a good Fourth Lady. I have no other requests except that I can take care of Hui'er myself until he is ten years old."
The eldest prince Honghui did not live past the age of eight. She did not know why Hui'er died young, so she had to keep Hui'er by her side and take care of him personally, doing her best to protect him.
Historically, the cause of death of the eldest prince Honghui is unknown. She remembered that in later generations she had accidentally seen a documentary, whose authenticity was unknown, which detailed all of Yongzheng's descendants.
She couldn't remember anything else, but she had a clear memory of the shaman who appeared in the description of Honghui's cremation.
The funeral system before the Manchus entered the Pass was cremation, which was changed to burial after they entered the Pass.
Why did Honghui, a member of a royal family, go against tradition and be cremated after his death?
This only shows that Honghui's body was fatally contagious, and in order to prevent the spread of the disease, it was crudely cremated.
What exactly happened around the 43rd year of the Kangxi reign? Smallpox? Malaria? Epidemic?
Chu Xian has been reading medical books these days and has memorized the common epidemic diseases. She is even studying penicillin with Ye Tianshi and Xian Rong.
She just didn't believe that after eight years of hard work, she couldn't find a way out for Hui'er.
Now she has given up all feelings and no longer wants to have any entanglement with him.
"Xian'er, I'm Hui'er's father. I'm responsible for taking care of the child with you. How could I let you do all the hard work alone?"
Yinzhen took the initiative to cover the back of her hand with his palm.
"Xian'er, do you only want Hui'er? What about me? What will be the ending between you and me?"
"Lord Beile, there is no ending for you and me. Chi Zheng and Lin Shu are not the ending for you and me. How long will you continue to deceive yourself?"
Chu Xian stood up suddenly. He could have anything, her body, her child, and her freedom.
The only thing he couldn't have was her heart. He couldn't even be devoted to her, so why should he let her confide in him?
It's even ridiculous to ask her to allow herself to share a husband with someone else!
She was pretending to be asleep, and he was pretending to be awake.
"Chu Xian, what are you afraid of?" Yinzhen slowly approached, suppressing his anger and grievance.
His gaze penetrated her distant and indifferent eyes. He had seen her affectionate look, and it became increasingly difficult for him to tolerate her indifference.
"Why do you never believe me? If Chi Zheng stood in front of you right now, would you still question and slander me?"
"Let me make it clear today. I promise to love you exclusively for ten years. This is the final bottom line. You are right, I am not Chi Zheng, but you are not Lin Shu either. Lin Shu and Chi Zheng are dead."
"Xian'er, you are the prince's wife, not an ordinary woman. You cannot be jealous. I swear that no matter who is in the harem, no one can surpass you. You are the only wife I will have in this life."
Chu Xian was forced to retreat step by step by him. When she was about to fall down on the chaise longue, he hugged her waist tightly and gently rubbed her into his arms.
"Stop making trouble, Xian'er. I will never let you down in this life." Yinzhen coaxed her patiently in a gentle voice.
"Being favored alone is not a good thing. So what if my eldest brother has favored my eldest sister-in-law for ten years? You may not know that my eldest sister-in-law is terminally ill and no medicine can cure her. She won't survive until next spring."
"I just want you to live well. To you, exclusive love is just a death warrant!"
Khan Ama finally took action against his sister-in-law, whom he had favored for ten years, which undoubtedly sounded a warning to other princes.
Khan Ama most hated the prince's indulgence in love, so how could he allow his sister-in-law to control and bewitch the prince, a member of a royal family, for ten years.
My eldest brother, who had such a cheerful personality, was devastated by the blow and has been bedridden for several months.
He must not let Khan Ama catch him in any way. He must make her understand that everything he gives her is the best choice.
He must teach her obedience and submission as soon as possible so that she can survive the endless struggle for imperial power.
Chu Xian pursed her lips bitterly. In the end, he still used force to pressure her. All he wanted from the beginning to the end was obedient love.
She couldn't do it, so she could only perfunctorily nod her head obediently: "I don't need ten years. I don't need it. I'm not a jealous woman, you should know that."
"Master, have you misunderstood me? In the past, I actively arranged for the sisters in the harem to serve you. It was you who didn't want to favor them, wasn't it?"
Chu Xian argued angrily. As for the concubines in the harem, Chu Xian had never been jealous or competitive. Instead, she encouraged the concubines to strive for favor.
Of course, the premise is that the person is only the Fourth Prince, not Chi Zheng.
"Oh, there was Chi Zheng in the past, and now I am Chi Zheng. Will you still push me towards other women?"
Chu Xian raised the corner of her mouth and nodded without hesitation: "Yes, whichever sister you like, I will arrange it immediately."
Yinzhen was angry that she didn't appreciate his kindness. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "I never go back on my promises."
"Okay." Chu Xian released her hands that were supporting his heart and surrendered reluctantly.
"In that case, after I give birth to my little prince, I will immediately return home with Lord Beile. I know my identity. I am the wife of the Fourth Beile. I know everything."
"I have one last condition. Please return to the Prince's Mansion first and allow me to say goodbye to Chi Zheng and Lin Shu here at the manor."
"There are still four months left, and I want to reflect on myself."
"I will come to visit you every other day. You are not allowed to refuse." Yinzhen retreated to advance.
Since she knew her identity, if he pushed her too hard, it would only backfire.
"Okay, then please return home tomorrow." Chu Xian paused, then said, "Please also evacuate the guards at the foot of the mountain and in the forest."
After a long time, she heard the Fourth Master's unhappy hum, which was considered as his agreement.
He left in a hurry, and when the sound of his footsteps could no longer be heard, Chu Xian slowly turned around and sat alone at the table, finishing the entire dinner in silence.
"Fujin, tomorrow is the Fourth Master's birthday, you...ah..." Nanny Chun sighed sadly.
Chu Xian put down her chopsticks with a cold face, and her eyes wandered between Xianrong, Suiqing and Nanny Chun's faces.
"You should all go to the front yard and do your duty immediately. Go now. A servant should not serve two masters. If it were Wan Ning, you would have been beheaded. I am being merciful by not killing you."
After much reflection, Chu Xian discovered that she had become a lonely person.
Her closest servants and even her wet nurse secretly defected to that man, yet she still confided in them.
Even though they were thinking about her, betrayal was betrayal, and she could never put her life and property in their hands again.
Chu Xian couldn't be as ruthless and decisive as Wan Ning. After thinking it over again and again, she decided to send Nanny Chun and the other two to the front yard and leave them to that person for settlement.
"Let's go now." Chu Xian threw her chopsticks in anger.
"Fujin, this servant deserves to die!"
"Fujin, I was wrong. Please don't drive me away."
Xianrong and Suiqing crawled on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.
Nanny Chun was so frightened that she burst into tears and fell to the ground: "Fujin, this servant is doing this for your own good."
"If anything happens to you, I won't be able to live either, woooooo..."
Chu Xian took a deep breath and said, "Get out!"
"Madam Gui, please clean up the manor. I don't want to see any strangers."
"Yes." Nanny Gui raised her hand, and several servants came in one after another and dragged Nanny Chun and the other two out of the inner room.
"Madam! I deserve to die!" Xianrong sobbed and banged her head against the doorpost.
"Xianrong!" Chu Xian was shocked.
Nanny Gui quickly grabbed Xianrong's arm, but it was too late. Blood immediately began to drip from Xianrong's forehead.
"Xianrong, silly girl..." Chu Xian choked and covered Xianrong's forehead with a handkerchief.
"Miss, I won't go anywhere except by your side. I want to die by your side. I was really wrong. I shouldn't have fooled you with them. Miss, wuwuwuwu..."
"This is the only thing I have done to let you down in my life. I swear!" Xianrong covered her forehead and swore.
"Okay, okay, you stay." Chu Xian had no choice but to soften her heart and let her stay by her side.
Although Xianrong is an outstanding martial arts master, she is simple-minded, has a clear distinction between love and hate, and does not know how to hide her emotions. She is worried that Xianrong will be disliked by the man in the front yard.
That man had very high standards, and the servants who served him were all very smart. Nanny Chun and Sui Qing could still barely handle it, but Xianrong...
"Mother Chun and Sui Qing, get out of here!"
Before Chu Xian finished speaking, she heard Nanny Gui scream again. She looked up and saw Sui Qing rushing towards the corner of the table with her head lowered.
"Miss, I won't leave either!" Sui Qing showed determination and banged her head against the corner of the table.
"Fujin, I know my crime and am willing to die as an apology!"
At this moment, Nanny Chun also slowly pulled out the hairpin, pressed it against her neck, and drops of blood trickled down.
"No! You! You...ah...all of you stay." Chu Xian hugged Nanny Chun and sobbed.
In the end, no one left.
At midnight, Chu Xian held a torch in her hand and looked around at the snow-covered mountains.
The fire started from the west wing, which was the beginning of all sins and punishments.
It was all over, and she took one last look around the familiar room.
The room was filled with traces of him.
The copybooks of calligraphy he had made for her, the horn bows he had made for her, the letters he had written home for her, the small portraits he had drawn, were all a mockery of shame.
She closed her eyes in despair and set the curtains on fire...
Xianrong carried a pregnant corpse with a swollen belly into the east wing and changed it into the clothes and jewelry of the concubine.
Sui Qing followed closely behind, carrying a corpse wearing her clothes.
Nanny Gui dragged the corpse of a tall girl into the east wing. When she reappeared in the courtyard, she nervously walked to Fulian and ignited the Buddha fire.
Tonight, there will be a water ceremony at the thirteen temples in the north and south. The gods will come down the mountain to parade, and the whole mountain and field will be dotted with Buddhist fires. No one will notice that this house is on fire.
Nanny Chun gritted her teeth and slashed the corpse's face until it was a bloody mess.
"Fujin, the statues of the gods from the water and land ceremony at Tanzhe Temple have already come down the mountain." Aunt Gui looked at the Buddha lamps stretching down the mountain path.
"Madame Gui, Madame Chun, take care."
Chu Xian was dressed in a coarse linen outfit of a Han Chinese woman, and with tears in her eyes, she entered a Maitreya Buddha statue placed on a lotus carriage.
The two big monks pushed up the Maitreya Buddha and joined the team that was coming down the mountain to invite the gods.
On the only way down the mountain, the Flying Guillotines looked up at the Buddha fire ignited by the stars on Tanzhe Mountain.
Su Peisheng knelt by the mountain path, and together with his believers, welcomed the gods and Buddhas to come down the mountain for a tour.
Suddenly, I saw Nanny Chun and Nanny Gui standing on either side of a two-meter-tall statue of Guanyin, the Goddess of Childbirth.
"Why are the two maids here?" Su Peisheng's eagle eyes scanned the tall statue of Guanyin, the Goddess of Childbirth.
The two blood-guillotines worked together to push the Guanyin statue aside for inspection.
They searched very carefully and even brought two hunting dogs.
In the end, the Guanyin statue failed to return to the water and land ceremony procession and was seized by Su Peisheng.
"Su Peisheng, what do you mean? This is the statue of Guanyin, the Goddess of Childbirth, donated by our daughter and the Fourth Lady. We were specifically ordered to serve Guanyin on behalf of the master. If you dare to delay any longer, the master will not forgive you!"
Aunt Gui put her hands on her hips and glared angrily.
"Su Peisheng, what do you mean? Didn't the lady ask you all to leave? Why are you still hiding at the foot of the mountain?" Nanny Chun said sarcastically.
Su Peisheng resisted the pressure and asked the Flying Guillotine to turn the Guanyin statue over and inspect it again. After confirming that the statue was solid inside and could not hide a person, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please be patient, Madams. I am just following your orders."
As he spoke, Su Peisheng bent down again to check under the Lotus Car.
Behind him, a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha slowly moved away with the procession.
"Su Peisheng, if you delay the auspicious time, the lady will not forgive you. Get out!" Nanny Chun pushed Su Peisheng in anger.
"Madam, please calm down, oh, please calm down..." Su Peisheng felt dizzy and his head was hurt by the slap from Madam Chun.
After much persuasion, Nanny Chun and Nanny Gui were sent back, and the Blood-Dripping Man was allowed to take over serving the Goddess of Childbirth.
After watching Nanny Chun and Nanny Gui walk back, Su Peisheng prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed devoutly.
"May the Fourth Lady and her child be safe, and may Lord Beile rise to prominence and be crowned king soon."
After making his wish, he fixed his gaze on the dark mountain path like a hawk. "Eunuch Su, something's wrong. Why is the fire in the direction of Zhuangzi brighter than the other Buddha fires?"
"Today, the Fu Jin had people making lotus flowers in the courtyard. They've piled up like a mountain. The more they burn, the better... Oh! Why is the fire soaring up to the sky? Woo woo woo woo! Come with me to take a look!"
Su Peisheng's legs went weak and he rushed towards Zhuangzi tremblingly. He saw a sea of fire from afar.
Nanny Chun and Nanny Gui cried and wailed loudly.
The clothes of both men were burned to shreds, and their eyebrows were burnt off.
"Su Peisheng! Hurry up and save Fu Jin! Hurry!" Nanny Chun beat her chest and stamped her feet.
Su Peisheng was so scared that he rushed to the east wing, but it had turned into ruins and there was no trace of Fu Jin.
"Eunuch Su, assassins were found in the maple forest in the south. All the assassins committed suicide by taking poison." The Blood Dropper crawled on the ground.
"Hurry up and save people!" Su Peisheng carried a bucket to fetch water. The ruins continued to collapse, and he fell to the ground crying.
It's over! It's all over!
"Go quickly... send a letter to me by carrier pigeon, woo woo woo..."
"Hurry and find the wife's... body..."
Nanny Chun rushed to Su Peisheng, wailing, and slapped him to the ground: "You bastard, it's all your fault. If you hadn't delayed, the concubine wouldn't have been killed by the thieves!"
"I'm so damned! Ugh!"
Su Peisheng trembled with fear, slapped himself on the cheek, and sobbed in pain, holding his head.
Although Nanny Chun was wailing, she was worried in her heart. There was an assassin coming tonight. Fortunately, the concubine and the other two left first, otherwise it would not be a fake death.
In the dark, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were helping Fu Jin escape from the sea of suffering.
The assassins happened to cover up Fu Jin's death, and Fu Jin was finally freed.
In the Fourth Prince's mansion, Tong Jia had just finished serving the Crown Prince and was exhausted.
"When I and my companions arrived at the manor, it was already on fire. I hid in the woods and watched, making sure no one escaped the flames. As we were about to leave, we were confronted by a group of nimble guards. We were no match for them."
"Is Nara dead?" Tong Jia stood up excitedly.
"She is doomed. When I left, the village was already reduced to ruins, and no one escaped."
"Good, good, excellent. Go down and claim your reward."
"Your servant bows to thank the master." The young eunuch's eyes were full of joy, but when he turned around, he suddenly cried out in pain, as if his heart was pierced.
"Great! They're all mine! Hehehe!"
Tong Jia threw away the blood-stained soft sword casually. Nara and her child were dead, and her child would be the legitimate son of the Beile Mansion from now on.
With the protection of the Crown Prince and her fourth cousin, even if her sons are not very capable in the future, they can still successfully succeed to the title of prince under the pressure of the Crown Prince.
The hanging heart was finally put to rest with the sudden death of Nara's mother and son.
In the front yard, Yinzhen had drunk a jar of throat-cutting liquor, but he became more sober.
The slave's words of "Happy Birthday" brought his pent-up feelings to a climax. He smashed the wine jar in anger and said, "Prepare the horses, and go to Tanzhe Mountain."
He will go to see her the next day. Yesterday's return counts as one day, so he can go to see her today.
Worried that the reek of alcohol would bother his wife and children, Yinzhen suppressed his anxiety, bathed and changed his clothes, then hurriedly rode his horse to Tanzhe Mountain.
As he reined in the horse and walked out of the stable, the servant knelt at his feet, whimpering miserably. Yinzhen's heart sank, and he felt inexplicably flustered.
"Master, in Zhuangzi...Fu Jin was attacked by assassins in Zhuangzi and was...burned to death..."
Enpu was trembling with fear, not daring to raise his head. Suddenly, there was a dull thud, and his vision went dark. He actually fell off the horse to the ground.
"Master!" Enpu's eyes were bloodshot.
"Xian'er..." Yinzhen was completely desperate and jumped off his horse, but he stumbled and fell to the ground.
After struggling several times, he was finally helped to stand up by two servants.
It hurts so much, like my bones are being torn out and my heart is being torn out. Even breathing is unbearable.
The curse-like oath emerged in his mind, and all the oaths he had made came true one by one. On this day, he finally lost his love forever.
"Xian'er..." He took a step with difficulty, but he could not move forward and everything in front of him was blurry.
"My Lord Beile!" Enpu supported the unconscious Fourth Master tightly.
The servants hurriedly carried the unconscious prince back to the front yard.
Hearing bursts of suppressed sobbing, Yinzhen opened his eyes with difficulty. Su Peisheng came to the bed with red eyes.
"Master, I have brought back the Concubine and the young master." Su Peisheng turned his head sadly, his eyes falling on the coffin behind him.
"Everyone go down." Yinzhen said in a hoarse voice, stood up slowly in a daze, and walked towards Fu Jin and her son.
Su Peisheng watched the Fourth Master climb into the coffin with tears in his eyes. He was so scared that he quietly moved the coffin lid away, fearing that the Fourth Master would be unable to bear the consequences. He closed the coffin lid tightly and left with the Concubine and her son.
It was eerily quiet inside the coffin, without even a sound of crying. Su Peisheng was frightened, wondering what his grandfather was doing in the coffin.
Just as I was about to muster up the courage to move forward, I suddenly saw that the master's eyes turned red and he suddenly sat up.
"Su Peisheng! Is there anyone else coming down the mountain tonight? Hehe...hehehe..."
Su Peisheng was sweating profusely. His grandfather's smile was sinister, with tears still lingering in the corners of his eyes. He was crying and laughing at the same time, looking extremely crazy.
"Tonight, the Tanzhe Temple Water and Land Dharma Assembly procession is descending the mountain. I have been extra vigilant and have personally checked every person entering and leaving the mountain path. There have been no omissions."
"During this time, Nanny Chun and Nanny Gui escorted the Goddess of Childbirth down the mountain. I was worried about a trick, so I detained the Goddess of Childbirth. I searched her for a long time but found nothing wrong."
"Where is the statue? Follow me to find it!"
Yinzhen gritted his teeth, hating her for using her life and death as a bargaining chip to deceive him.
He caressed every inch of the corpse in grief until he clenched her finger bones.
"The statue... the statue is heading towards Hongluo Temple. I guess it's leaving the city right now."
"Okay!" Yinzhen raised his head and wiped away his tears.
At the same time, Chu Xian sat drowsily in the dark Guanyin statue.
She will huddle in fear in the fairyland tonight. Once she returns to Hongluo Temple, she will be able to board the carriage prepared by Wan Ning and fly away.
Instead of trying to stop her, Ama and Liang Amu tried their best to help her escape.
Chu Xian felt guilty.
At this moment, the noisy Buddhist chanting and drumming that had been going on all night came to an abrupt end.
Chu Xian's heart suddenly tightened, and she subconsciously grabbed Xianrong's arm: "What's going on? Where are we? Why is it so quiet?"
"I think we'll be leaving the city and heading for Hongluo Temple. Don't be afraid, young lady. Let me take a look."
After Xianrong finished speaking, she stood up and looked into the eyes of the statue.
Suddenly, a pair of sinister and dark eyes appeared before my eyes.
"Ah..." Xianrong covered her mouth in fear.
"What's wrong?" Sui Qing's heart sank. He pushed Xianrong away. After seeing clearly, he was so scared that he hugged Xianrong tightly.
The only person who could scare Xianrong and Suiqing out of their wits was that person.
Chu Xian wanted to cry but had no tears. She hugged her stomach and curled up in the corner.
"Madam, I, Su Peisheng, am here to take you back to Prince's Mansion." Su Peisheng's voice came, followed by the sound of knocking.
"Ahem... no knives or axes allowed. Look for the mechanism."
The man seemed ill, his voice was hoarse and weak.
Chu Xian gritted her teeth and kicked the mechanism. With a few clicks, a narrow door opened on the back of the statue.
Su Peisheng grinned and leaned over, glanced at Sui Qing and Xian Rong, and waved: "Come on, come on, come out first."
Sui Qing and Xian Rong looked at each other and drew their swords to block Fu Jin.
Chu Xian gritted her teeth and said tremblingly: "You guys go out first."
"Miss, I won't leave. Let me help you out first." Xianrong reached out and helped her up without saying a word.
"It's okay, wait for me outside."
Inside the dim statue, Chu Xian saw the bulging veins on the man's forehead. His eyes were dark and deep, and sinister, as if he wanted to tear her bones and skin her alive.
Sui Qing and Xian Rong put away their swords and retreated to the lotus carriage, not daring to go far.
At this time, Chu Xian was the only one left in the statue. She curled up in the corner, holding back her tears, holding her head and not daring to look at the man who was slowly walking towards her.
“Cough cough cough…”
His heart-wrenching coughs continued to be heard. Chu Xian bit her lips tightly and dared not say a word.
The man sat beside her, his shoulder touching hers.
"Su Peisheng, go back home."
Yinzhen was exhausted. He grabbed her trembling hand and stroked her deformed little finger.
Chu Xian's whole body froze, as if struck by lightning.
So that's why. No wonder she always felt uneasy when seeing the pregnant corpse. It was her tail finger that betrayed her.
Chu Xian sobbed in despair.
In the darkness, warm hands caressed her cheeks and wiped away her tears.
She was shocked and angry. She opened her mouth wide and bit his finger hard. The smell of rust and blood filled her lips and teeth.
He was really crazy and actually chuckled softly.
The other hand even had the leisure to continue wiping her tears.
Chu Xian hurriedly let go of her lips, but was caught off guard when her chin was clamped. The man bit her lips and rubbed them fiercely.
She was so frightened that she clenched her teeth and let the man do whatever he wanted.
Chu Xian screamed in fright when her clothes felt cold. In this moment, his lips had already invaded hers, and their lips and teeth were entangled.
In the dark night, she endured the fear and shame and was humiliated by that man.
She never knew that man could be so crazy and use such bizarre manipulations. She had only heard the nanny teach her how to use these methods to please him when she was pregnant.
Now he used them all on her.
He lifted one of her feet with one hand and cupped her waist with the other, trying to hold on to her. In the dark night, it was hard to tell his emotions or what he was looking at.
Her mind was blank, she only knew that he was inside her body and his breath was unavoidable.
Sui Qing and Xian Rong stood outside the carriage in a daze, grabbing Su Peisheng and pushing him, demanding, "The Concubine is still pregnant, how could you...how could you do that..."
Tears of fear and helplessness fell.
"Don't cry, the little prince is already six months old. It will be good for the little prince if Master and Consort get closer."
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