Chapter 61: Another Encounter with a Handsome Man - Amber Starry Eyes, Tall and Elegant...
Is this the tyrannical little prince who lost several wives? It sends a chill down one's spine.
"Take off your clothes and let me see," the handsome young man said with a sinister smile, "and see what your dowry looks like."
I think anyone would refuse this request, but Princess Yani smiled and snapped her fingers. All the maids trembled as they took off their clothes.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing—
A dozen or so naked beauties stood on the black and white patterned floor tiles, which were damp from the water we had brought in, like lambs to the slaughter.
The handsome young man clicked his tongue and said, "It's nothing special. Your stepmother is really stingy with you. She doesn't even pick out a pretty girl for you."
“Don’t rush, Prince Hyya,” Princess Yani said calmly. “I also have some to choose myself.”
"oh?"
Princess Yanni snapped her fingers again, and to everyone's astonishment, the dozen or so guards who had escorted us inside promptly removed their armor and undergarments, standing there completely naked.
Their physiques are all amazingly good, with well-developed muscles and great elasticity; it would take a long time to achieve that.
The handsome young man laughed heartily, "You've really gone all out for me, but," he changed the subject, "you think I like handsome men? You clearly don't know me well enough."
Princess Yanni bowed respectfully, "Please enlighten me, Your Highness."
"Guess?" Prince Hya laughed even harder. "Guess right and you'll win a prize; guess wrong..." Though he was laughing, a hint of malice appeared on his face. "I'll take your life."
Princess Yanni simply smiled, “My life has already been sacrificed once in the land of death, so sacrificing it again is no problem.”
Prince Hyya narrowed his eyes and looked at her seriously for the first time.
Or perhaps they had never met such a courageous, insightful, and poised woman before.
To be honest, if it were me, I would have been scared out of my wits.
Princess Yanni smiled slightly when she saw that the prince's attitude seemed to have softened. "Prince Hyya, you like the kind of woman who is neither male nor female. Although the like is hard to find, it's not impossible."
I'm confused. What does this mean?
Prince Hya laughed again, "That's really good, you can enjoy them at the same time."
In a flash, it suddenly dawned on me: could it be referring to intersex people?
I felt completely weak and dizzy; the people here were truly terrifying.
A buzzing sound filled my ears, and I could no longer hear what they were saying.
When I came to my senses, a voice whispered behind me, "Hurry up and follow."
Princess Yanni had already taken her tyrannical husband's arm and headed towards the inner palace, followed by a group of naked maids and guards, while I remained where I was.
The maidservant who reminded me was the one I brought in through "tribute" to the head of personnel.
She was dragging two wooden crates, looking at me coldly. The servants who had been helping her with the luggage were all ahead of her.
I thanked him in a low voice and quickly ran after him.
The wedding took place two days later. Generally, the first wedding is grand, while subsequent weddings are simpler.
But as a royal wedding, it can't be anything too simple, no matter how simple it may seem.
A wedding banquet is essential.
The courtyard of the prince's palace was filled with long dining tables, each laden with fragrant roasted meat, roasted chicken, fish, soup, bread, and other dishes, as well as beautifully presented fruits and vegetables. The rich aroma of wine was almost overwhelming.
A group of slender dancers dressed in revealing clothes danced from table to table, making the guests laugh.
The bride sat gracefully at the main table, exuding the air of a princess, elegant and serene.
The groom also sat at the main table, but he was surrounded by beautiful women on his left and right, with women behind him and at his knees, laughing heartily.
This is why the world places different demands on men and women.
I stood behind the bride with my head down, trying to minimize my presence.
The people here are all formidable; don't attract attention until you have absolute strength.
I'm not smart enough to handle black swan events.
The groom's brothers and sisters arrived after midnight; those who came before them were just his cronies.
When these splendidly dressed princes and princesses appeared, the atmosphere became lively.
The dozens of male and female dancers danced with increasing enthusiasm, their moves becoming more and more outrageous, eliciting cheers and whistles from the men.
"Hey, why isn't His Highness the Crown Prince here?" the groom asked lazily. "Is he looking down on his little brother?"
The brothers and sisters burst into laughter.
A prince with a pointed face and triangular eyes laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. "Haiya, how many times have you gotten married? Does he still grace you with his presence? He didn't even come to my third wedding."
“Yes,” a princess with a small face and big eyes chimed in, “We get married so often, he never has time to think about it.”
Everyone laughed again and continued the revelry.
As dawn approached, the frenzy reached its peak. Men and women danced wildly in the courtyard, clothes were scattered on the messy grass, food scraps lay on the table, and bottles were overturned. Many people fell to the ground kissing, embracing and rolling into the grass and under the table...
I felt they were no longer human; they were like a pack of terrifying wild beasts, partying until dawn.
As the sun fully rose, they sprawled haphazardly on the messy lawn and fell fast asleep, while only the prince and princess were carried or carried back to their own quarters by their servants.
Ten minutes later, I was completely shocked again.
The wedding night officially began, with all the close maids standing by the bed to serve them.
The bride used a sharp, jeweled knife to carve roses onto the bare chest of the groom, who cried out in pain while laughing.
“That’s the allure of pain,” the bride said gracefully. “The sharpness of the knife moves through your heart, and with every bit of pain in your body, your soul trembles, causing feelings that have been dead for a long time to rise and boil again.”
The groom's chest was stained with blood, and the bride's hands were also stained. More and more blood roses bloomed, and more and more blood dripped from the bed to the floor.
It's comparable to the scariest horror movies.
It turns out that the groom neither liked women nor men; what he liked was torturing others, which is commonly known as sadism.
With a thud, I fell to the ground, and then I knew nothing more.
When I woke up it was already evening. A maid saw that I was awake and handed me a glass of water in a rude tone. "The princess said that you should go see her now that you're awake."
I responded and drank the water in one gulp.
In the spacious and exquisite bedroom, I looked at the beautiful wallpaper, the gorgeous chandelier, and the six-poster bed with its flowing, light gauze curtains without a trace of envy.
Princess Yanni, dressed in pajamas, was sitting on a soft, luxurious mat, filing her fingernails.
She always preferred to do this kind of work herself to pass the time.
“Useless, just collapsed like that. There will be many more things like this in the future,” she said.
I sighed, "Is he a masochist?"
“Maybe,” she said, yawning. “His parents are just as perverted as mine, so it’s not surprising that they enjoy being abused. I found out about his fetish and practiced for a long time, though I’m not good with a knife.”
As she spoke, she threw away the nail clippers, stood up, and a whip appeared in her hand. Before I could react, the whip lashed out heavily. I was terrified and ran away screaming.
She struck again, her whip hitting with pinpoint accuracy, and I screamed in pain.
The row of maids outside the bedroom remained motionless, as if they were dead.
Wherever I fled, she attacked me. I thought about seizing the long whip, but I was afraid of being killed in return, so I had to hide everywhere.
The whip had sharp spikes on it, and it hurt me terribly. For a moment, I even thought about opening the window and jumping out.
"You'll remember this," she said, panting, as she stopped hitting him when she was exhausted. "If you dare to embarrass yourself in public like this again, I won't let you off the hook. Today is just a small punishment to teach you a lesson, and I'm giving you a chance to escape."
I nodded while crying; when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
Three days later, all of the dozen or so maids who had accompanied the princess were dead. Three of them died in the bath, supposedly because the young prince and his wife had made a bet on whether they could stay underwater for more than half an hour. Princess Anna bet that they couldn't, and the young prince bet that they could. Whenever one of them tried to surface, the young prince would push her head back down, and after several such attempts, they all drowned.
Four people died in the courtyard. The little prince and his wife were playing archery and used the four as rakes. Princess Annie accidentally shot them all dead, and the little prince laughed so hard he rolled on the ground.
The last few died in the bedroom. The little prince and his wife both loved carving, and Princess Yanni personally taught her husband, but he was not skilled and clumsily carved them all to death.
In just three days, all the bride's maids died, and the little prince complained that it was boring. Princess Yani gently comforted him, saying that there would be even more fun to come.
The little prince sighed, "We can't kill too many palace maids, or the old folks will scold us. Nobody cares about the dozen or so maids you brought with you. But do you have anyone else around you you can kill?"
Princess Yanni pouted, "Prince Hyya, I need to have some people around me to serve me, otherwise my stepmother won't let me off the hook."
"Ha ha," the little prince laughed, "How many people did the Queen of the South hire to spy on you?"
Princess Yanni nibbled at his earlobe with a fawning smile, "Who knows, it'll definitely be a lot."
At midnight, Princess Yanni, after the "battle," was soaking in the huge bathtub, stroking her neck which had been covered in hickeys, while I occasionally handed her a towel.
“Moira,” she asked me, “did I go too far?”
"Which aspect are you referring to?" I asked, my heart pounding.
“I killed all the dowry my stepmother gave me.”
“You must have your reasons for doing this.” I tried my best not to offend her.
She glanced at me and said, "These brides are all illegitimate daughters, all my stepmother's spies. You should have been one of them."
My hand holding the towel froze.
“I already know about your situation. Before I left, my stepmother told me that she originally planned to bribe you to be her informant, just like she did with the other illegitimate daughters, but she gave up after discovering that the real Moira was dead. She thought you were a confidante I had specially found to replace Moira in the brothel. She was too lazy to offend me again, and to avoid me making a fuss about not wanting to marry me, so she gave up. She told me all this before she left, to warn me to be obedient. She knows everything about me.”
I didn't say anything, and gently dried her wet hair with a towel.
She turned to look at me. "What's your real name?"
“Shaling.” I used the name of my former companion.
She laughed. "What a coincidence! I heard that one of Prince Bernard's head maids is also named Salin. Which one of you is the real Salin?"
I was slightly startled, but without showing it, I whispered, "The name Sha Ling is very common; anyone could use it."
She tilted her head and didn't reply. After a while, she got up from the bath, and I quickly draped a clean towel over her. She said, "I'll still call you Moira, I'm used to it. In a few days it will be the Western Frontier's National Day, and envoys from various countries will be coming. Remember, no matter what happens, you can't embarrass yourself."
"Yes." I replied respectfully—the whip marks on my body had not yet healed.
On National Day, a torrential downpour fell, cascading down the roof of the palace like a curtain of rain, but it did not deter the envoys from various countries who were rushing to the palace.
The bustling hall was packed with people, all listening intently to the king and queen's prayers.
This was the first time I had seen the two most powerful people in the Western Territory, but they were too far away to see their faces clearly. The man had white hair and a white beard, and the woman also had a full head of white hair; both were dressed in extremely formal and magnificent attire. As soon as the crowd saw them from afar, they immediately knelt down and paid their respects, and I followed suit.
After the prayers were completed, the envoys entered a small hall to attend a banquet, while the king and queen returned to their palace.
I find it strange that the king and queen seem to have little presence.
But I didn't have time to think about it much, because half an hour later, I was stunned by an extremely absurd scene and truly understood what "a pool of wine and a forest of meat" meant.
Roasted lamb, beef, chicken, and other meats were hung on movable iron racks, and a group of strong servants pushed a dozen or so of these meat racks from one table to another.
The meat racks are different, offering rare, medium-rare, medium-well, medium-rare, and well-done options to meet the needs of different customers.
Each time the meat is pushed to a table, the guests can enjoy the pleasure of cutting their own meat.
The original fountain pool inside the palace was transformed into a wine pool. Red wine, black wine, white wine, and other wines I couldn't name gushed from different springs, flowing into different channels. A dozen or so scantily clad beauties accompanied nobles or envoys as they drank and made merry. Suddenly, one of the beauties fell into the wine pool, scrambling out in a flustered manner, while everyone burst into laughter.
The princes and princesses each held their playmates and sat on the floor mats playing rock-paper-scissors. The loser had to kiss, hit a woman, or take off their clothes in public.
There were also some richly dressed men hiding behind stone pillars doing shady things.
The decadent and dissolute lifestyle of high society can be described as nothing more than this.
Princess Yanni lost the game of rock-paper-scissors and had no choice but to take off her outer skirt and throw it at me, saying angrily, "Watch my next round."
But before the next round could begin, a loud and powerful voice interrupted all the fun, "The Crown Prince and Prince Manberia have arrived."
The atmosphere froze, but Princess Yanni's eyes lit up.
Two tall, handsome men, dressed in elegant, pure white robes and adorned with sparkling jewels, entered side by side. "Adorned with sparkling jewels" was no exaggeration; their heads, ears, necks, wrists, and ankles were covered in glittering ornaments.
They were like dazzling stars, attracting everyone's attention; wherever they went, eyes followed.
Especially the handsome man on the right, with his dazzling forehead ornament inlaid with rubies, crescent-shaped silver earrings, sparkling necklace of emeralds and purple gemstones, gold bracelet with cat's-eye inlay, and crystal anklet, exudes luxury, nobility, and charm.
All breaths became tense and rapid because of him, and were also filled with desire and ambiguity.
Although the handsome man on the left wearing a silver crown is also covered in jewelry and sparkles, his overall temperament is just a step behind.
The two walked straight toward the prince and princess who were playing on the playmat, and the prince and princess quickly stood up.
As they approached the mat, I saw the handsome man's face clearly on the right and almost couldn't believe my eyes.
Amber-colored starry eyes, a high and straight elegant Roman nose, a graceful and beautiful face, and dazzling silver-blue long hair—isn't that the one who took away my underground farmland?
He also had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a perfect figure, and eight-pack abs that were faintly visible under his thin robe. After confirming that I was not mistaken, I quickly hid to the side.
The disparity in strength between us and the enemy is too great; I cannot easily reveal myself.
Princess Yanni was the first to greet them, or more precisely, to greet the handsome man with an air of extravagance on her right, and smiled sweetly, "Manboya, how have you been?"
I was startled again. Manboya? Manboya?
The handsome man called Manboya smiled slightly, his voice soft and charming, "I came here especially to see you."
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Author's Note: There will be another update tonight!
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Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 16:39:09 on January 12, 2021 and 17:00:48 on January 13, 2021!
Thank you to the little angel who threw the landmine: Yi Lai 1;
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
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