Chapter 98 Chapter 98 "You wish."
Xie Zhiyan's expressionless face was startled for a moment, then he laughed softly at himself.
There was no warmth in his voice, but instead it was filled with incredible absurdity.
"Divorce?" Xie Zhiyan repeated these two words, his mouth corners tightened for a moment, he seemed to be completely enraged.
"Sheng Zhenzhu, listen to me!"
"My Xie family doesn't have the rule of divorce."
The hand he had on her waist was incredibly strong, the powerful pressure from his body pressing against her, and he even pushed her maliciously, which was not a gentlemanly move at all.
"Xie - only widowed." Xie Zhiyan spoke word by word, his voice cold, hitting her heart.
Sheng Puzhu leaned her back against the cold wall, shocked by Xie Zhiyan's reckless behavior. With nowhere to go, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she blurted out, "You...are you trying to kill me?"
Xie Zhiyan's chest heaved violently, and it was unknown what words had made him angry.
He suddenly rushed forward and held her tightly, trapping her completely in the space.
Lower your head and kiss her hard.
Not just a kiss, more like a punishing bite and plunder.
At this moment, he did not show any mercy. Instead, because of her violent struggle, he bit her even more wantonly, and gained a sense of morbid satisfaction.
It's not just physical possession, he has long been greedy and addicted to her, wanting to get everything from her.
As Xie Zhiyan thought this, he kissed her more fiercely, lips and teeth touching until he tasted a faint smell of blood.
He sucked her lips and broke them, and he was not much better off. She bit a piece of flesh on the tip of his tongue, and the stinging pain brought him back to his senses a little.
Both of them were breathing rapidly, and the saliva that they couldn't swallow soaked their red lips.
Xie Zhiyan moved back a little, but he still bit Sheng Puzhu's lower lip tightly, applying a little force between his teeth.
"Beat you to death?"
Xie Zhiyan stared at Sheng Puzhu's panicked almond-shaped eyes, almost gritting his teeth as he squeezed out a voice: "Sheng Zhenzhu, you wish."
"In this life, in the next life... in this life or in the next life, don't even think about getting rid of me."
"If you say the word 'die' again next time, I can make you die countless times on this bed."
"You bastard... wuwu." Sheng Puzhu was so angry that his teeth chattered and he turned his head away.
"I'm a bastard, so be it. I can be whatever you want me to be."
Xie Zhiyan snorted coldly, raised his hand and pinched Sheng Puzhu's chin, and smiled extraordinarily, not even pretending: "This is not the first time I've been a jerk to you."
"Hmm."
She couldn't utter any words to refute. Her lips were bitten and played with by him, blocking her completely. Apart from weak moans, she couldn't say a single word.
But it was this simple and fierce kiss, like a blunt knife cutting flesh, that gradually drained away all of Sheng Puzhu's strength and resistance.
It's too fierce, too cruel, and has the will to destroy everything.
Her body seemed to have long been accustomed to being teased by him easily, and she couldn't even control the numbness.
Sheng Puzhu's eyes were red, and she looked stubborn and pitiful. She seemed to have been pushed to the edge of a cliff by him. She was shaking with anger, but her body became increasingly uncontrollable and soft under his plunder, like a pool of spring water, and she could only cling tightly.
Sheng Puzhu felt like she was going crazy. Xie Zhiyan knew her body too well and knew exactly how to make her collapse in an instant.
Gradually he became short of breath and his eyes became blurry.
Xie Zhiyan looked at his wife who was kissed unconsciously in his arms, and the anger in his eyes subsided a little.
With an expressionless face, he untied his cloak, wrapped Sheng Puzhu tightly, and held her horizontally.
"Where are you going?" Although Sheng Puzhu couldn't struggle, he still looked at him warily.
"What do you think?" Xie Zhiyan asked back.
There was no conversation along the way until the carriage stopped in front of the Duke Jingguo's Mansion.
Xie Zhiyan carried Sheng Puzhu and walked towards Yunyu Hall.
He had a cold face, and the maids all lowered their heads and held their breath, not daring to even breathe.
As soon as I stepped into the hanging flower gate, Nanny Jiang beside the old lady came to ask.
"My dear."
Nanny Jiang's face was filled with worry, and her voice was respectful: "Old Madam heard that there seemed to be some commotion outside, so she asked me to ask, has anything happened to the Crown Prince's wife?"
Xie Zhiyan did not stop, his face was as gloomy as water, even more stern than when he was in Linlang Pavilion.
He raised his eyes and said calmly, "Nothing, Madam has caught a cold and needs to rest for a while."
"Go back and tell grandma that everything is fine and she doesn't need to worry."
"Yes." Nanny Jiang didn't dare to ask more questions. Although she was shocked and confused, she could only respond and retreat.
After entering the inner room, Xie Zhiyan placed Sheng Puzhu on the bed and finally was willing to mercifully untie her cloak.
"Thank you Zhiyan."
Sheng Puzhu struggled to sit up. She looked up at him, her eyes accusing: "Are you going to put me under house arrest?"
Her lips were swollen and bitten, and her voice was also hoarse and dry.
Xie Zhiyan lowered his eyes and paused in pouring tea. He turned his head to look at her, the veins on the back of his hand tense. "What do you think house arrest is?"
He didn't answer but asked instead, his eyes narrowed slightly, which made people feel even more chilled.
"You said I was sick and wouldn't let me go out. If that's not house arrest, what is it?"
Xie Zhiyan's eyes were dark as he handed a cup of warm tea to Sheng Puzhu, his gaze fixed on her red, swollen, and broken lips. "Do you think it's suitable for you to go out these days?"
His tone remained cold and hard, but his voice gradually softened.
Although his emotions were difficult to control at first, he admitted that he was also helpless against her.
Xie Zhiyan took a deep breath, pursed his lips and asked, "Think about how you can give me a reasonable explanation for the Linlang Pavilion matter."
Sheng Puzhu looked at the cup of tea and felt very aggrieved.
At this point, she didn't understand what kind of explanation he was going to give. She sneered in self-abandonment and asked, "Explanation?"
"What's there to explain?"
"If I tell you, will you believe me?"
Upon hearing this, the anger in Xie Zhiyan's chest, which he had suppressed with great difficulty, suddenly rose up again.
His voice suddenly rose, and his eyes became sharp in an instant: "How do you know I won't believe you?"
"I..." Sheng Puzhu felt his throat blocked, and all kinds of strange emotions surged.
They were just getting what they wanted and pretending to be a loving couple. How could he possibly believe her?
But before he could utter these words, there was a crisp sound of "click"!
The white porcelain teacup in Xie Zhiyan's hand was crushed by him.
The sharp porcelain fragment instantly pierced into his palm, and the glaring blood flowed through his fingers and dripped onto the ground, but in a moment, a small pool of blood was formed.
He seemed not to feel the pain, but just stared at her coldly, with his mouth pressed down, strangely silent.
Sheng Puzhu was stunned, staring at the blood flowing from his palm. She felt like her heart was broken and her face was wet. She raised her hand to wipe it away and realized that she was crying so pitifully.
"You..." After wiping her cheek randomly, Sheng Puzhu stood up from the bed using her hands and feet. Her lips were trembling and she didn't know how to start.
The room fell into dead silence.
The two were only a few steps apart.
After a long time, Xie Zhiyan was the first to look away. He shook his bleeding hand and frowned.
"We should all calm down for a few days."
He paused, his voice filled with suppressed fatigue: "Tell me when you've made up your mind."
After he finished speaking, Xie Zhiyan stopped looking at her and turned to walk out the door.
"I'm going to the study."
When he reached the door, he paused slightly, but did not look back. In a deep tone, he said something he thought he would never be able to say: "I can't really control my...jealousy right now."
"I admit, I've never been a generous person."
The door was open and the cold wind blew in his face. Until Xie Zhiyan's back completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, Sheng Puzhu still maintained his original posture, motionless.
Could it be that she was wrong?
Sheng Puzhu suddenly squatted down. All the grievances and confusion overwhelmed her rationality. Her shoulders trembled and she cried so hard that she couldn't breathe.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally tired herself from crying, and Madam Du coaxed her onto the soft couch, where she drifted off to sleep. Her face was stained with tears, her lips were red and swollen, and her dreams seemed restless, her thick black eyelashes trembling from time to time.
"Madam, wake up."
The chaotic dream was particularly noisy. The sound of horse hooves, the clashing of armor, and the hurried footsteps coming from far away completely broke the tranquility of the Duke Jingguo's Mansion.
Sheng Puzhu was woken up by Aunt Du. When she sat up, she was still dazed, her chest was aching, and her heart was beating like a drum.
"What happened?"
Nanny Du looked solemn, and her voice changed in tone with anxiety.
"My lady, this is bad."
"Just received an urgent message from the army a hundred miles away - Yumen Pass was attacked by the enemy and could not be defended."
"It's lost!"
Yumen Pass fell?
How is that possible!
A year ago, Xie Zhiyan defeated the Turkic and Uighur tribes who had occupied the Hexi Corridor for nearly 40 years and regained control of the desert and grassland.
It was impossible for the grassland tribes, which had been driven far away from Yumen Pass, to capture Yumen Pass in such a short time.
Unless, there is internal and external cooperation.
Sheng Puzhu was so frightened by his own bold and absurd idea that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Before she could come to her senses, Madam Du's next words made her even more distracted.
"The military situation is urgent, my lord, you must go to the battlefield immediately."
"My lady shouldn't have quarreled with my husband today."
Yumen Pass fell...Xie Zhiyan went to the battlefield.
Nanny Du's anxious voice seemed to come from far away, her ears were buzzing, and all sounds became blurred.
Sheng Puzhu felt that she could not see anything. Every word was like a stone, hitting her heart hard. In a trance, she seemed to be back to the same chaotic night three years ago.
It was also late at night like this, with the dragon and phoenix red candles and the joy in the bridal chamber had not yet faded. She was crying in his arms, and when she was in a daze, she was awakened by the sudden noise and footsteps outside the door.
The warmth of the spring night and the shyness of the newlyweds instantly turned into the anxiety that often woke them up from nightmares.
So what if she married the most handsome man in Chang'an? Everything she had been looking forward to was over before it even began.
She never blamed anyone, but in the years that followed, she tried her best to live a brighter and more carefree life.
Now, it seems like time has gone back.
Like an inescapable cycle.
Sheng Puzhu stood up and put on his clothes, without even having time to put on his cloak, and hurried out of the yard, through the brightly lit corridor, and headed straight for the main gate of the Duke's Mansion.
The firelight made the night as bright as day.
In front of the Marquis' Mansion, the black-armored army was like a still tide.
Xie Zhiyan's black hair was tied up high with an ink crown. His broad and powerful shoulders were weighed down by the solemn and dignified dark color. He sat upright on a tall and handsome horse, like a leopard ready to pounce.
"Thank you, Zhiyan." Sheng Puzhu took a step forward.
The two looked at each other across the firelight.
Xie Zhiyan paused and raised his hand to stop the team from leaving.
Da Zhang tightened the reins and turned the horse's head. The firelight danced on his cold armor, and his brows were deep with the sharpness unique to military uniform.
"lady."
Sheng Puzhu stared blankly at the unfamiliar figure on the horse's back, her lips moved, but she didn't know where to start.
Is it an apology, or a request to stay, or some other advice.
While she was stunned, Xie Zhiyan kicked his horse's belly and walked in front of her.
His figure was tall, completely covering her. He did not dismount, but simply leaned forward.
The sword at his waist collided lightly with the saddle, making a cold and hard sound. Sheng Puzhu subconsciously raised his head and stood on tiptoe.
The next moment, his cold lips, filled with a murderous aura, accurately kissed her still swollen lips.
Instantly separate.
Xie Zhiyan sat up straight again, his eyes were serious, and his low voice was hoarse from suppressing his emotions.
"Wait until I come back."
After saying this, he stopped looking at her, suddenly tightened the reins, turned the horse's head, and his tone returned to his usual cold and hard tone.
"Set off!"
The sound of armor rubbing against weapons was like thunder, and the black team disappeared at the end of the dark street in an instant.
Sheng Puzhu stood there quietly, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
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