Chapter 111 Severing Li Yanei's Hand
Inside the room, the flickering candlelight cast a distorted and disgusting light on Li Yanei's greedy face.
Without any pity, he threw the limp Lu Zhaoruo onto the bed, his knuckles tracing her cheek.
"Tsk, this skin...it's really smooth..."
He smacked his lips, as if appraising merchandise, his eyes burning with naked desire.
He turned and walked to the table, picked up the wine pot that had been prepared, and slowly poured the wine into the two cups.
The candlelight fell on the cups and saucers, creating an eerie festive atmosphere.
He returned to the bedside with the cup, his voice low and slow, yet unable to conceal the tremor of excitement within: "Come, Zhaoruo... today, as we drink this nuptial wine, we are considered to have bowed to heaven and earth. From this day forward, you are mine..."
He pressed the rim of the cup against her tightly closed lips.
Lu Zhaoruo abruptly turned her face away, her eyes showing no sign of submission, only disgust and contempt.
That gaze pierced Li Yanei like a needle!
He grabbed her chin with his five fingers, pried open her teeth, and forced the wine down her throat without a care!
"Cough...cough cough..."
Lu Zhaoru struggled fiercely, the wine dripping down her chin and soaking her neck, leaving dark watermarks.
"You bitch! Don't be so stubborn, you'll regret it!"
He cursed angrily.
The next second, his gaze was fixed on her neck.
The patch of clothing, damp with wine, clung slightly to her skin, making it appear even more alluring, while the loosened collar, a result of her struggle, added a touch of fragile, disheveled beauty.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he breathed heavily, chuckling hoarsely, "It's better that it's spilled... This pitiful look is more alluring than the submissive one..."
He threw down his wine glass, rubbed his hands together, and approached: "After tonight, let's see how stubborn you can be! Follow me, and you'll have a life of pleasure!"
Having said that, he impatiently reached out and tore at her clothes, swearing, "What are you pretending to be, a virtuous woman! You've already been defiled by two men, you're not exactly clean, you might as well obediently submit to this young master!"
Lu Zhaoruo used all her remaining strength to suddenly pull out the silver hairpin from her temple, and with a flash of cold light, she stabbed it straight at his wrist!
But the effects of the drug had penetrated deep into her limbs and bones, leaving her arms weak and her movements sluggish...
Young Master Li easily noticed and slapped him hard with his backhand!
With a crisp clang, the silver hairpin fell to the ground.
"You dare to use a weapon against me?!"
He flew into a rage and slapped her hard across the face!
Lu Zhaoruo's face suddenly turned to one side, her ears ringing, and bright red finger marks instantly appeared on her cheek, a burning pain shooting straight to the top of her head.
She bit her lip stubbornly, refusing to cry out in pain, her bright eyes still fixed on him, unyielding as ever.
Driven to the brink of madness by her gaze, Li Yanei suddenly bent down, grabbed her hair, forced her head back, and roared with a contorted face, "You really think you're something? If it weren't for my lust for you, I would have killed you long ago!"
"You made me lose face! On the day of horse training, you showed off your power, making Nian'er and me a laughing stock in front of Young Master Meng! And last time, because of you, my father had me beaten eighty times, almost killing me! For all these old grievances, the fact that I didn't take your life and only took you as my concubine is already an immense favor!"
He tightened his grip, pulling her scalp painfully: "Don't push your luck!"
Lu Zhaoruo stared at him with red eyes.
Li Yanei released his grip on her hair, leaned over her, and began to bite and gnaw at her neck haphazardly with his alcohol-smelling mouth, while one hand roughly tore at her clothes.
Lu Zhaoruo felt a wave of nausea and despair.
She abruptly closed her eyes, bit down hard with her teeth, and a sharp pain shot through her tongue. The sweet, metallic taste filled her mouth, and a trickle of blood snaked down from the corner of her lips.
The intense pain forcefully pierced through the chaos of the sleeping drug, bringing a brief moment of clarity.
She began to struggle violently, using her hands and feet to try and push Li Yanei off her...
Li Yanei became even more excited by her resistance, panting and grinning maliciously: "If I had known you would be so dishonest, I should have used a stronger dose of the powder Nian'er gave me!"
After saying that, he tore at her clothes even harder.
At that very moment—
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the door was kicked open from the outside!
A biting night wind suddenly rushed in, causing the candlelight to flicker violently and almost go out.
At the same time, a dagger flew over and accurately pierced Li Yanei's left hand, which was about to commit violence!
"ah--"
Li Yanei let out a bloodcurdling scream, the excruciating pain causing him to instantly roll off Lu Zhaoruo and onto the ground.
He clutched his bleeding hand, roaring in shock and rage towards the door, "Who? Who dares to disturb my good time? I..."
The cursing stopped abruptly.
Because he could clearly see the scene outside the door...
His four followers had already fallen silently to the ground, their fate unknown.
A tall and slender figure stood at the doorway, bathed in the pale moonlight and flickering candlelight, his body seemingly enveloped in a chilling killing intent.
He wore a dark veiled hat that reached his shoulders, the veil billowing violently in the wind, vaguely obscuring his face.
Dressed in tightly bound black clothes, he almost blended into the boundless night outside the door, with only the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lu Zhaoruo struggled to sit up, tightened her torn clothes, and looked towards the door.
Just then, the wind lifted the light veil of the man's hat, revealing half of a cold, hard, unadorned black iron mask.
With just one glance, Lu Zhaoruo felt as if struck by lightning, her blood seemingly freezing instantly!
That mask...
Even after many years, she would never admit her mistake.
It was him!
Three years ago, on that rainy night in a dilapidated thatched hut, the man who gave her endless nightmares and humiliation completely ruined her life!
Memories pierced my mind like poisonous thorns—
He wore a veiled hat and all black attire, and pressed her firmly against the cold, damp ground.
In her desperation, she struggled fiercely and tore off his veil!
However, beneath the veil was not her true face, but rather half of a cold, hard, unadorned black iron mask, which gleamed with a chilling light in the dim light.
"Give me……"
The voice emanating from behind the mask was low, hoarse, and fierce, with an almost insane obsession suppressed in its scorching breath.
His iron-like hands gripped her waist tightly, each word piercing deep into her eardrums: "I want you..."
Intense hatred and overwhelming fear instantly gripped Lu Zhaoruo's throat, almost suffocating her.
At that moment, the man keenly sensed the shock and overwhelming hatred surging in her eyes.
He quickly lowered his head, then suddenly closed in on Li Yanei, giving him no chance to react, and kicked him hard in the chest!
"ah!"
Li Yanei screamed and flew backward, his back slamming heavily onto the solid table behind him!
The man continued walking, his figure closing in again.
He drew the sword from his waist...
A cold glint drew a blinding arc in the dim candlelight—
"Pfft"
With a muffled thud of flesh and bone being torn apart, accompanied by Li Yanei's sudden, heart-wrenching scream, the filthy hand that had just torn Lu Zhaoruo's clothes was severed at the wrist and fell to the ground, spurting out blood!
Lu Zhaoruo's face was filled with fear, and her breathing became slightly labored.
She never expected that this man would actually cut off Li Yanei's hand!
Li Yanei collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing violently, blood gushing from his severed wrist.
The man sheathed his knife, his gaze fierce as he stared at the man on the ground: "Today I'll only cut off one of your hands. If you dare to humiliate her again, it won't just be a matter of one hand."
Li Yanei's face was contorted in pain, but he couldn't utter a single utterance.
After the man finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and looked at Lu Zhaoruo.
Lu Zhaoruo struggled to get off the bed, her legs still feeling extremely weak. Although the effects of the medicine were gradually wearing off, she was still staggering.
She stumbled forward and almost fell to the ground.
The man instinctively stepped forward, only to see her retreat abruptly as if startled, her eyes filled with deep-seated wariness and hatred.
He paused, his veil fluttering slightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."
Seeing that Lu Zhaoruo was still tense, he carefully reached out his hand and softened his tone: "You are unable to move around easily now, so I will take you back. As for what happened here... I will take care of it myself."
Lu Zhaoruo's gaze suddenly trembled as she stared blankly at the hand reaching out to her.
Three years ago, he pulled her out of danger, only to push her into another abyss.
Now, he has reappeared, cutting away the filth and saving her from dire straits.
Hatred and disbelief entangled in my heart...
Her lips twitched slightly, but she still didn't extend her hand.
The man's hand hung in mid-air, his fingers trembling slightly.
"I...I'm going to kill you all..."
At this moment, Li Yanei let out a hoarse, resentful sound.
Upon hearing the sound, Lu Zhaoruo's gaze suddenly swept to the blood-stained silver hairpin on the ground.
She picked up the silver hairpin.
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