Chu Changning was horrified; a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through her body.
"ah---"
Her face turned deathly pale instantly, she screamed and collapsed to her knees.
The pain was excruciating.
Her senses were instantly swallowed up, and indescribable pain shot through her limbs and bones. Blood gushed from her shoulder, and the tearing of the broken bone nails seemed to be crushing her soul.
She coughed up blood, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the person sitting in the chair, a burning hatred raging in her heart.
Yan Beimo's eyes were icy cold as he looked down at the person struggling on the ground, a mad pleasure hidden in his heart.
Chu Changning's eyes turned red from the pain, his body curled up, and it felt as if his whole body was being hit hard with nails, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted.
She bit her lip hard, neither crying nor begging for mercy.
Yan Beimo paused slightly as he looked at her.
"The Princess of Jinling of the Southern Dynasty is much tougher than your father and brothers."
Chu Changning was in so much pain that she almost fainted. Natural tears streamed from her eyes, and her body was covered in blood. She didn't hear what he was saying at all.
Night Hawk was also surprised that such a delicate princess was so tough, not even uttering a sound.
He seemed to see his former lord.
"My lord, two are ready."
On the filthy, disheveled ground, the girl, dressed in a water-green dress stained with blood, her long, black hair cascading down her waist, her exposed fair skin blending seamlessly with her appearance, looked both wretched and incredibly alluring.
Yan Beimo glanced at her sideways, a hint of something unreadable creeping into his otherwise calm eyes.
Unable to hear the command, Nighthawk mercilessly plunged the broken bone nail into its hole.
Chu Changning was suddenly in pain, and blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth. His body arched uncontrollably, and he was drenched in sweat as if it were raining.
She clenched her teeth desperately, her body trembling with pain.
The dark and deep dungeon was filled with the pungent smell of blood. A faint ray of light shone through the small window and fell on Chu Changning.
She was barely breathing, and her dark eyes were filled with resentment when she looked over.
Yan Beimo looked at her carefully and suddenly chuckled softly.
"Hate me?"
Her eyes were bright and clear, like the moon in the sky. When she looked at him, the coldness in her gaze was like the snow under the bright sun, unable to hide her hatred.
He paused, stood up, and walked to her.
Chu Changning was kicked so hard that she rolled over and almost fainted from the pain.
With graceful movements, he slowly squatted down and grabbed her by the neck.
Their eyes met in mid-air, surrounded by the pungent smell of blood.
"Princess Jinling, it's true that seeing you in person is worse than hearing about you."
Chu Changning winced in pain, and his tormented and confused nerves cleared up a bit.
She stared at him, writhing in pain, yet the immense hatred and survival instinct within her tore at her, causing her to vomit a large pool of blood.
Yan Beimo looked at the girl beneath him and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The girl had a pair of beautiful willow-leaf eyes, like autumn water, with a resilient and unyielding pool deep within them, shrouded in layers of mist.
His calloused fingers unconsciously caressed his smooth skin.
Suddenly, her delicate, jade-like fingers gripped his robe tightly, as if she were clutching a lifeline.
Her blood-stained crimson lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she collapsed into his arms.
Yan Beimo lowered his eyes and glanced at the pale-faced person in his arms. His dark eyes were devoid of warmth, and his expression was inscrutable.
After a moment, he gently tossed the person aside and slowly got up.
"Spare her life."
Night Hawk was slightly startled.
After killing Princess Jinling, the lord has no burdens left.
Return to Chaoge and pacify the world.
But my lord actually—didn't kill him, yet he kept a spy of His Majesty the Emperor of Kyoto by his side. What was he thinking?
"Um?"
Night Hawk was startled and immediately replied respectfully, "Yes."
Yan Beimo ignored Chu Changning, who had fainted on the ground, and strode out.
Zhong Yuan, who was waiting outside the door, stroked his beard and followed.
"What does my lord mean?"
"What does the gentleman want to say?"
Zhong Yuan chuckled, “I am truly curious. Admittedly, Jinling is just a woman, powerless and no threat to us, but my lord has never been a kind person. Why did you spare her life?”
Yan Beimo said, "We took their military power."
“Hahaha.” Zhong Yuan laughed out loud, “That military power was held by the patriarch, what does it have to do with the lord? Besides, when has the lord ever been so obedient?”
The secret passage was silent for a moment.
Zhong Yuan thought he wouldn't hear a response, but to his surprise, the next second, the person's teasing voice rang out.
"It's not too late to kill them when you're tired of playing with them."
The pain of a broken bone is something no ordinary person can endure.
When Chu Changning was carried out, he was almost dead.
When Taozhi saw the princess being sent back, she turned pale with fright.
"Princess, Princess--"
She saw the person lying motionless on the couch and rushed over to him.
What's wrong?
"So much blood, Princess--"
Peach Branch checked for breath in alarm and found that he was still breathing. She quickly ran to Night Hawk's side, who was about to leave, and knelt down.
"My lord, please, my lord, go and fetch a doctor! If this continues, the princess will die!"
Nighthawks are secretly trained from a young age, and their blood runs cold to the bone.
He remained unmoved and left with his men.
"My lord, my lord---"
Taozhi's eyes were red from crying, but the maids and servants outside were still mocking her, which made her cry even harder.
She stumbled to her feet and went outside to seek medical help.
The main courtyard is very large, divided into front and back courtyards. Yan Beimo always lived in the front courtyard.
When he returned after finishing his business, he inexplicably walked towards the backyard.
The lights inside were still on.
He paused for a moment, then walked into the house.
Chu Changning was out of favor, and the maids and nannies who served her were negligent in their duties, and no one kept watch at night.
Yan Beimo pushed open the door and entered.
Inside the room, Chu Changning lay weakly on the couch, her jade-like face covered in a thin layer of sweat, her clothes stained with blood, and her face deathly pale.
He stood by the couch, looking at her, his mind flashing back to her strange behavior over the past two days, and raised an eyebrow slightly.
The legendary Jinling was arrogant and domineering, and illiterate.
she--
Ah, a demon of unknown origin.
Yan Beimo twitched his lips, withdrew the thought from his mind, and turned to leave.
"Help--Help me---"
The girl on the couch suddenly moved her lips and made a sound, letting out painful groans.
Yan Beimo paused, turning back to glance at him sideways.
She was still in a daze, her hands unconsciously gripping the quilt beneath her, as if trapped in a nightmare, her small face full of pain.
It's clear that she has a strong will to survive.
He raised an eyebrow, glanced at her tightly closed eyes, and suddenly the scenes in the dark room flashed through his mind.
Those beautiful eyes stared at him defiantly, shining like black pearls from the bottom of the sea.
Yan Beimo curled his lips and couldn't help but scrutinize her closely.
Silver moonlight spilled all around, and the girl's eyebrows and eyes were like the bold strokes of a painting, their delicate outlines blending into the night, like cinnabar in ink.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, following her features downwards: slender neck and thin shoulders, soft waist and round hips, like clouds parting after snow, ethereal and dreamlike.
A gentle breeze blew in from outside the window, causing the sheer curtains to flutter and adding a touch of coolness to the quiet room.
Yan Beimo lifted his foot and sat down on the edge of the couch.
He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, pulled aside the cumbersome sleeve, and began to clean his wound.
The girl's fair skin was covered in blood, and her soft, delicate breasts were smooth and tender.
Yan Beimo touched the delicate body beneath him, his eyes darkening slightly, and the force in his hands unconsciously increased.
In a daze, Chu Changning sensed the presence of others and whimpered in pain.
He raised an eyebrow, but his grip didn't loosen at all.
After treating her wound, Yan Beimo glanced at her a few times before getting up and leaving.
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