"You shameless bastard, you ruined me, and now you're saying I'm not a man?"
Ling Yongqing grabbed her hair and dragged her away, saying, "Today I'll show you whether I'm a man or not."
Ling Yongqing grabbed her hair and dragged her towards his mansion like a rag doll, cursing and swearing all the way, as fierce as a madman.
Pedestrians would avoid it if they saw it, so how could they possibly go forward to help?
"Young master, please spare the young lady." The maid scrambled to her feet and could only follow behind, pleading desperately.
As she was being dragged along, Mo Bici felt as if her scalp was being ripped off. She didn't know if she had bumped into something or hit something, and the pain made her feel dizzy.
Ling Yongqing dragged Mo Bici back home, ignoring the maid who chased after him and tugged at his trouser leg.
"Beat her to death with sticks."
Then he dragged Mo Bici back to the room. By this time, she was already drowsy and close to unconscious.
Ling Yongqing threw her to the ground, then grabbed a whip and lashed her mercilessly.
The excruciating pain from the torn flesh caused the unconscious Mo Bici to scream in agony, arching her back in agony.
She woke up too.
With heavy eyelids, I saw Ling Yongqing's ferocious and terrifying face.
"Ling Yongqing, I am the fourth young lady of the City Lord's Mansion. You dare to hit me? I won't let you get away with this!"
She finished speaking in a trembling voice, and then another whip lashed down on her.
"You've been kicked out of the City Lord's Mansion! You're no longer my Fourth Miss! You're now my lowly concubine!"
"You still want His Highness the Crown Prince to protect you? Don't you even know what an ugly bastard you are?"
"With that ugly, slutty look, you think you can make me grow green hair? Heh..."
Ling Yongqing lashed Mo Bici with his whip again and again, until she screamed and finally fell silent.
He had a bucket of concentrated salt water prepared and poured it down.
Mo Bici screamed in agony, her body convulsing in waves.
She felt like she was living a life worse than death, but she didn't want to die; instead, she felt intense hatred.
Ling Yongqing squatted down, pinched her chin, and forced her to look up at him.
"If you seduce men again next time, I'll have all the men in the manor come to patronize you, so you won't have a moment's rest until you breathe your last."
Ling Yongqing gripped her chin tightly. "Did you understand?"
At this moment, Mo Bici felt fear and managed to utter a weak "hmm".
Ling Yongqing snorted coldly and turned away.
His Highness the Crown Prince sent Nie You to warn him, so he had no choice but to take action to prevent this vile woman from killing him.
Soon, a maid came in, carried Mo Bici back, and cleaned her wounds.
The stinging sensation from cleaning the wound almost made Mo Bici faint.
But she remained lucid, took out the porcelain bottle Ling Jingyu had given her, and handed it to the maid, saying, "Use this, it will heal faster."
The medicine His Highness the Crown Prince gave her was excellent.
Any external injury will heal immediately after using this medicine, and the patient will be lively and energetic again the next day.
The maid applied medicine to her and saw that it was indeed effective, but she looked at Mo Bici's old wound and was very puzzled.
"Why does the scar on Aunt Mo's hand look like it's been there all along? Won't it fall off?"
Mo Bici, who was in a daze, suddenly woke up.
She looked at the word "jealousy" on the back of her hand; the scar was obvious and showed no sign of fading.
She held on to her last breath, picking hard at the "jealousy" scar until it bled, but the scar still wouldn't come off.
Mo Bici snatched the porcelain bottle, poured out the powder, and sniffed it. Her face turned ashen.
"Impossible! His Highness would never harm me!"
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