Chapter 183 The Noble Young Master of a Marquis's Family (Twenty-Two) The Noble Young Master's Revengeful Love...
"Yes, it's you..."
Sun Qing'er's fingertips were icy cold, and even her voice trembled as she spoke.
It must be said that her terrified and speechless appearance greatly pleased Zhao Xuanhong. He held the jade lotus root hairpin with pearls hanging from it, his fingertips tracing the delicate texture of the lotus root, and suddenly chuckled softly.
"What a coincidence! I truly did not expect that you would still be alive."
The surrounding clamor of vendors seemed to vanish instantly. Sun Qing'er stared intently at the hairpin in Zhao Xuanhong's hand, mustering her last bit of courage, and whispered, "Young master, this hairpin... could you please give it back to me?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuanhong lifted the veil, revealing his handsome yet sinister face.
"Oh, so precious?"
As he spoke, he looked Sun Qing'er up and down, her elegant dress sculpted by his gaze like a venomous snake. "What? You've already found a new lover so quickly after leaving me?"
Sun Qing'er bit her lip tightly, not caring about getting the hairpin back from Zhao Xuanhong, and turned to run into the crowd. But she had only taken two steps when her wrist was gripped tightly by a large, cold hand. The force was so great that it felt like it was going to crush her bones, and she couldn't help but groan in pain.
"Trying to run?"
Zhao Xuanhong's cold voice rang in her ear, carrying a chilling edge, "Qing'er, do you think you can escape?"
He suddenly pulled hard, causing Sun Qing'er to stumble and almost lose her balance. The surrounding pedestrians and vendors were startled by this sudden scene and turned to look, but seeing the imposing figure in black, they dared not interfere and could only watch from a distance.
Sun Qing'er's face turned pale with pain, tears welling up in her eyes. She dared not look up, and could only struggle desperately, trying to shake off Zhao Xuanhong's hand.
"Let me go! Let me go! Young master, you...you've mistaken me for someone else! I'm not, I'm not Qing'er!"
"Mistaken identity?"
Zhao Xuanhong chuckled softly, reaching out to stroke her delicate skin, his tone laced with malicious mockery, "Qing'er, you'd better behave. If you insist on severing ties with me, I won't hesitate to let everyone know that when you shamelessly begged me for your affection, you weren't the chaste and virtuous woman you are now..."
"Smack—"
Sun Qing'er, with strength she didn't know she possessed, raised her hand and slapped Zhao Xuanhong hard across the face.
Zhao Xuanhong's head was turned to the side by the slap, his smile froze, and his twisted gaze almost wanted to devour Sun Qing'er alive. In all his life, no one had ever dared to slap him in public, especially this illegitimate daughter whom he had discarded like trash.
He slowly turned his head, and the clear handprint on his face gradually turned red.
"Qing'er, you have quite the nerve."
Sun Qing'er stiffened as she looked into the terrifying gaze behind the curtain.
Zhao Xuanhong sneered, said no more, and gripped Sun Qing'er's wrist tightly, quickly walking towards a blue cloth carriage in the corner of the street. The coachman saw them coming and immediately lifted the curtain.
"No, no! Let me go!"
Sun Qing'er was still struggling, but Zhao Xuanhong pushed her forcefully, causing her to stumble and fall into the carriage. The carriage was dimly lit, filled with a faint, cloying fragrance, and the unsettling aura emanating from Zhao Xuanhong.
Zhao Xuanhong removed the veil, revealing a handsome yet cold face that appeared particularly sinister in the dim light. Sun Qing'er huddled in the corner of the carriage, watching the man opposite her with a wary expression.
"What...what do you want to do?" After a long silence, Sun Qing'er finally spoke through gritted teeth.
Zhao Xuanhong did not answer immediately, but stared at her with great interest, his gaze sweeping across her face like a knife, finally landing on the light veil covering her face.
"Picked it."
Sun Qing'er was taken aback, and subconsciously obeyed his instructions to obediently remove her veil.
Zhao Xuanhong sneered, then suddenly leaned closer, grabbed her chin with his hand, and pinched her so hard that she winced in pain.
"Qing'er, I wish to marry you as my principal wife. What do you think?"
Sun Qing'er was in pain from his pinching, her eyes red as she stared at him without answering.
"explain!"
Looking at his face so close to hers, at the venom and madness surging in his eyes, Sun Qing'er suddenly felt a surge of fear. This man, who had once inspired her love, now filled her with utter terror.
“Your Highness…” Her voice trembled, but she forced herself to look up. “Now the Rongguo Duke’s Mansion regards me as an abandoned daughter. If you marry me, it will only tarnish your reputation and will not do you any good.”
Zhao Xuanhong paused, his eyes darkening. "Reputation? Does this prince need to care about such things?" As he spoke, he leaned closer, his fingertips brushing away the stray hairs on her forehead. "Qing'er, don't disappoint me."
Almost instantly, Sun Qing'er thought of Yueying, who was still waiting for her in the courtyard. She choked back tears, her vision blurred, "Your Highness, I...I don't want to, please spare me, please..."
"Unwilling?"
Zhao Xuanhong's expression was very calm. He released his hand from her chin, slowly untied the jade belt at his waist, and stared intently at her. "If you serve me well today and let me have my way, then I will let you go. How about it?"
Sun Qing'er shook her head fearfully, tears streaming down her face. Looking at Zhao Xuanhong's cold face, the last vestiges of her illusions shattered. The man she had once thought was her ideal was nothing more than a selfish, callous man who treated her like a plaything.
"Oh, that's not up to you."
Zhao Xuanhong smiled sinisterly and tore open her clothes. Sun Qing'er was terrified and struggled desperately to escape, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great. Zhao Xuanhong slapped her hard, knocking her unconscious.
Soon, the carriage sped along and returned to a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city.
Emperor Yongshou was a kind-hearted emperor. Although he demoted Zhao Xuanhong to a commoner, he couldn't bear to see him wandering the streets, so he simply granted him a suburban estate so that he could be self-sufficient and support himself.
Zhao Xuanhong looked at Sun Qing'er, who had fainted in his arms, and smiled with some pleasure. He carried Sun Qing'er into the house and tightly bound her wrists with strips of cloth.
After an unknown amount of time, Sun Qing'er slowly woke up. She struggled to sit up, only to find that her hands had been tightly bound at some point. She looked around in alarm and saw that the room was very dark, and the windows had been deliberately covered with thick coarse cloth.
"woke up?"
Just then, Zhao Xuanhong pushed open the door and entered, holding a candlestick. The dim light illuminated Sun Qing'er's terrified face.
He walked to the bedside, looked down at Sun Qing'er, and a chilling smile appeared on his lips. "Qing'er, it's been so many days. Have you missed me?"
Sun Qing'er turned her face away, her lips pressed tightly together, and remained silent. She couldn't help but think that the man was still waiting for her to return, and she wondered if he would worry after discovering her disappearance, if he would come looking for her…
"What? Who are you thinking about? Your little lover?" Zhao Xuanhong suddenly raised his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You are my person, and now that I am willing to marry you, it is your good fortune. Qing'er, don't be ungrateful."
Sun Qing'er abruptly broke free from his grasp, stared intently at Zhao Xuanhong, and said coldly, "Good fortune? Zhao Xuanhong, what do you take me for? A plaything?"
Zhao Xuanhong's face instantly darkened. He grabbed her hair and whispered, "Plaything? Qing'er, now you're nothing more than a concubine's daughter abandoned by the Rongguo Duke's mansion. Besides me, who else would want you?"
Sun Qing'er subconsciously looked up at him. The man in front of her was no longer the spirited man she once was. His face was pale, his expression was mad, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
“Even if I, Sun Qing’er, cut my hair and become a nun in a temple for the rest of my life, I would rather not marry you. You abandoned me at Yunding Temple, so I have nothing to do with you anymore.”
Hearing her cold and resolute words, Zhao Xuanhong could barely contain his anger. He sneered, "You bitch! How dare you betray me! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!" With that, he lunged forward, ripped open her clothes, and pressed himself against her.
Seeing this, Sun Qing'er struggled even more fiercely, kicking her legs desperately.
"Let me go! Let me go! Zhao Xuanhong! You beast!!"
Seeing that Sun Qing'er dared to resist him so blatantly, Zhao Xuanhong was instantly enraged. He forcefully tore open her clothes, grabbed her shoulders, and roared, "Sun Qing'er, have you forgotten how you pleased me in bed before? Now you're pretending to be a chaste and virtuous woman!"
Seeing his increasingly violent actions, Sun Qing'er trembled with fear.
"Chu Yue! Chu Yue! Where are you? Help me... help me... Zhao Xuanhong! No! Get away! Get away from me!"
Upon hearing the unfamiliar name from Sun Qing'er, Zhao Xuanhong suddenly looked up.
"Who is Chu Yue?"
Seeing the murderous rage in Zhao Xuanhong's eyes, Sun Qing'er struggled to avoid his touch, sobbing and pleading, "Your Highness! Your Highness! I already have someone I love, and soon... soon we will be married, he... he will definitely marry me! Please, for the sake of our past relationship, spare Qing'er!"
"Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha!"
Zhao Xuanhong laughed maniacally, gripping Sun Qing'er's shoulders tightly and gritting his teeth as he questioned, "Why? Why did you betray me? You're like this, and so is Zhu'er! Why? Why? Zhu'er... Zhu'er! What have I done wrong to you? For a lowly, despicable scholar, you dare to plot against me! I am who I am today because of you, you vile woman! Heh, it's alright, Zhu'er, as long as you're willing to live with me properly, I will forgive you... I will..."
As he spoke, Zhao Xuanhong chuckled, then lowered his head and slowly moved it down to Sun Qing'er's neck.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! I'm not Green Pearl! I'm Qing'er! You've mistaken me for someone else! Let me go! Let me go..."
"Pearl, don't be afraid..."
Zhao Xuanhong tenderly reached out and wiped away the tears from Sun Qing'er's eyes. As if bewitched, he whispered, "Good Zhu'er, watch over me carefully..."
After saying this, Zhao Xuanhong no longer hesitated. He forcefully suppressed Sun Qing'er's kicking legs, slammed down hard, and frantically vented his twisted emotions.
...
At this time, at the Marquis of Weiwu's residence.
Yueying knelt at the lower end, her eyes lowered, and said, "Young Master, I have followed your instructions and led Sun Qing'er and Zhao Xuanhong to meet on the street. Zhao Xuanhong has already abducted Sun Qing'er to a farm in the suburbs, but..."
Song Ce didn't even look up, carefully calculating the costs required to reclaim the wasteland. After a moment, he asked leisurely, "But what?"
"It's just that Zhao Xuanhong seems a bit confused... he actually mistook Sun Qing'er for Green Pearl."
"I understand, you may leave."
Hearing her young master's calm voice, Yueying paused and asked, "Young master, when should I go to see Sun Qing'er?"
Song Ce smiled, stood up, and handed the brocade box on the table to Yueying.
"Three months later."
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