Chapter 372: The Yellow Spring Road, You Should Go First

In the Marquis of Changping's mansion.

Wei Guangzhong, the son of Marquis Changping, looked at Qu Zhishuang, whose forehead was red and swollen, with some impatience.

"What are you doing?"

"Why am I making a fuss? It's all for you." Qu Zhishuang felt aggrieved.

She had finally managed to coax her mother into keeping the secret, but now that she was back at the Marquis's Mansion, the prince only wanted to pamper his sister and was completely indifferent to her, as if he didn't see her efforts at all.

"What do you mean by 'for me'? That's for yourself. If you can't give birth to a child, you're just a hen that can't lay eggs. If you didn't have a good cousin, do you think you could sit firmly in the position of the wife of the prince of the marquis's mansion?" Wei Guangzhong looked at her with contempt.

The color in Qu Zhishuang's face suddenly faded and turned as pale as paper.

"You, how can you say that?" She looked at Wei Guangzhong in disbelief.

Wei Guangzhong has succeeded. He has been tormenting Qu Zhinian for two days in a row and is now a little fed up.

Therefore, his attitude towards Qu Zhishuang was very cold.

"You'd better hope that your sister can give birth to a son, otherwise the future prince will not be the one who crawled out of your Qu family's belly."

After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave.

When he reached the door, he stopped and turned around and said, "Tell Qu Zhinian that it's pointless to make trouble again. If she behaves better, I can pamper her for a few more days."

"Beast! This beast!" Qu Zhishuang was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

She collapsed on the bed, holding her red and swollen forehead, as if all the strength in her body had been drained.

"Obviously, that's not what he said at the beginning..."

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

Qu Zhishuang recalled the sweet words Wei Guangzhong had said before.

"A baby born from someone else's belly cannot be as close to you as the one from your own sister's belly."

"I'm not attracted to your sister. I just see the old you in her face. You've always been you, my heart."

"Whether she can give birth to a son or not, your position as the mistress of the marquisate will never be shaken by anyone."

The vows of love they made two days ago were still fresh in her ears, but today, he was so cold to her.

The most poisonous thing is to harm people's hearts.

The ancients were not deceiving her.

Mei'er, the maid, did not dare to persuade her when she saw her like this. She could only stand aside silently and pour her a cup of tea.

After crying for a long time, Qu Zhishuang wiped her tears and sat up straight.

"Let's go and see Nian'er."

She had no expression on her face, but Mei felt a chill in her back for no apparent reason.

"Yes." Mei'er stepped forward to support her and went with her to the abandoned yard of Qingzhuju.

Qingzhuju is full of bamboos. It looks cold and chilly on a winter night. Mei'er walks beside it with a lantern.

Qu Zhishuang pushed open the dilapidated courtyard gate and walked into the cellar.

The dim light from the lantern illuminated the dark cellar.

Qu Zhinian, who was tortured to the point of having only one breath left, lay motionless on the bed that looked gorgeous but was actually a mess.

"Nian'er, are you awake?"

Qu Zhinian was overjoyed when he heard her voice.

"Sister, are you here to save me? Please save me quickly, the prince is a beast!"

Qu Zhinian wanted to cry, but her tears had already dried up. She struggled violently, hoping that her sister could quickly take her away from this horrible place.

"Nian'er, don't cry, sister is here." She walked to Qu Zhinian, stretched out her hand, and wanted to push the loose hair on her forehead aside, but she had no intention of untying the rope for her.

In the candlelight, Qu Zhishuang saw the purple scars on Qu Zhinian's body and sighed.

"Nian'er, now that things have come to this, you might as well be a little more obedient and cooperate with the prince, then he won't torture you like this."

"Sister, what do you mean?" Qu Zhinian was stunned, as if she had never known her sister before.

"If you can give birth to a son, he will be the heir of the Marquis of Changping's mansion in the future. Do you understand?"

Qu Zhishuang's gentle tone made Qu Zhinian shudder all over.

She thought about that night when she fell asleep after drinking the wine that her sister had someone send her.

After waking up, the prince had already done whatever he wanted to her.

So, does my sister know all that?

Qu Zhinian, who had discovered the truth, wanted to speak, but found that even her voice had become difficult, as if an invisible stone was pressing on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"It was you who gave me to the prince?"

Qu Zhinian used up all his strength to say this.

"Nian'er, I am the prince's wife. You have to understand me. I have no choice but to do it." Qu Zhishuang tried to convince her sister.

"You are my sister, how can I not feel sorry for you. The less trouble you make, the less suffering you will suffer."

Qu Zhinian felt nauseous when he heard her hypocritical words.

"Get lost. I'm not your sister. I don't have a sister like you." She spat fiercely on Qu Zhishuang's face.

Qu Zhinian was completely desperate.

She didn't realize that all the suffering she endured was caused by her own sister.

Qu Zhishuang took out a handkerchief and wiped the saliva off her face.

She stood up and looked down at her sister lying on the bed.

"Mother already knows that you have been locked up by the prince. She agrees with me. As long as you cooperate with the prince and give birth to a son, you will be free."

Qu Zhinian looked at her in disbelief.

She shook her head frantically: "No way, my mother would never do this to me."

"Haha." Qu Zhishuang laughed.

"I am the wife of the prince of the Marquis's mansion, and you are unmarried. If you are taken by the prince, you will lose your innocence and become a useless chess piece. There will be no way to arrange marriage for the family in the future. Do you think your father and mother will still work hard for you?"

When Qu Zhinian heard this, she subconsciously clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deeply into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

Every word Qu Zhishuang said was like an ice-cold iron hammer, mercilessly hitting her heart and making her experience unprecedented fear.

What would she do if her parents abandoned her?

There is no one in the world who loves her or cares about her.

She has become a piece of broken porcelain, a piece of rag, is there any need for her to live?

Seeing Qu Zhinian's desperate eyes, Qu Zhishuang suddenly felt a little happy.

The pain she felt after being tortured by the prince finally found a way to vent.

Since she was young, she has been overshadowed by her cousin Qu Zhiwei. After the lively and lovely Qu Zhinian was born, people's attention was even less focused on her.

She had been jealous and resentful.

If she was not the only unmarried girl in the Qu family who was of the right age, she would never have been able to get the position of the marquis' wife.

"Qu Zhinian, just accept your fate. This is how your life will be. If you feel that you have brought shame to the Qu family, you can commit suicide after you give birth to a son. Don't worry, I will personally send you off." Qu Zhishuang raised the corners of her lips, and a feeling of successful revenge arose spontaneously.

"I'm afraid you don't have that chance. You should go first to the underworld."

Qu Zhishuang was startled by a voice behind her.

Who could have broken in so silently?