During the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a dilapidated temple twenty miles away from the capital.
In front of the mottled golden statue of the Buddha, a young girl covered in blood had her hands tied and was hanging from a beam. Because the rope was a little long, the girl's toes could barely touch the ground.
As the girl struggled, the thumb-thick iron chain rubbed her originally slender wrists until her slender bones were exposed, and bright red blood flowed down her delicate arms.
As the blood flowed more and more, it slowly soaked the purple silk skirt, flowed across the slender and soft waist, and a "blood-red flower" bloomed on the cold stone slab.
“Bang!”
Yun Ran saw the extra whip marks on the girl's body and felt even more angry, so he raised the whip again.
“Snap! Snap!”
He swung the long whip in his hand wildly, hitting the girl's delicate body hard.
"Bitch, the position of the Prime Minister's daughter should have been mine, but it was taken by a bitch like you for ten days. I've been back for two days and have learned all the basics. Now that you are useless, you must let me relieve the hatred in my heart."
One whip after another fell on Mengyue. Her blood-stained skirt was torn to pieces by the whip, revealing her delicate skin.
Yun Ran thought about how he had spent a lot of time and effort on taking care of his skin during the two days he had been back at the Prime Minister's Mansion, but he was still not even a bit better than Meng Yue.
Her eyes suddenly turned cold, and she picked up the dagger she had prepared in advance. As she walked forward, she said with envy: "I am the daughter of the prime minister, and I don't have such snow-white skin. How can you, a born slut, be worthy of me? And you have such a beautiful face, which is really an eyesore."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Ran sneered and without hesitation cut Mengyue's face with the dagger.
"Ah! I always treated you as my sister..."
"You want to be my sister, but you don't even consider whether you are worthy. If we hadn't been taken away by mistake, I would have grown up in the Prime Minister's Mansion with fine clothes and delicious food. How could I end up as a little village girl in Xinghua Village? Even though An'an and Wan Niang treat me well, it's not even one ten-thousandth of what they do in the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"You don't know yet, do you? My parents are planning to hold a family reunion banquet for me in three days and introduce me to the circle of nobles in the capital. You, a fake daughter, thought you were crazy about men and ran off with someone."
"From now on, you will only become a disgrace to the Prime Minister's Mansion, a person that my parents don't want to mention. I will return to the Prime Minister's Mansion completely and become a true legitimate daughter."
When Mengyue heard Yun Ran's words, her almond-shaped eyes widened. She couldn't believe that she was not her parents' daughter.
When Mengyue was shocked, Yun Ran slashed her face again.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the intense pain made Mengyue scream miserably.
"ah!"
Seeing Mengyue's face twisted in pain, Yun Ran suddenly smiled with great relief, a thousand times happier than when she found out that she was the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"I still remember when I first came to the capital to recognize my relatives, the Prime Minister's wife treated me like a lowly ant and refused to acknowledge me as her daughter."
"Yes, I grew up in the countryside, and I can't compare to the daughter she carefully raised. But so what? I've been humbled by Mengyue's side, trying every way to learn from her what it means to be a legitimate daughter. Now that I've learned, and the Prime Minister's wife is willing to acknowledge me as her daughter, it's time for the two of them to go their separate ways."
"And the Third Prince. Ever since I first saw him two days ago, I've been mesmerized by his divine beauty. Why did my parents want a fake to be his consort and never consider me?
Since my parents won't help me, I can only plan for myself. The Third Prince will be mine."
Thinking of this, Meng Yue seemed to have gone crazy and increased the speed of swinging the dagger. Meng Yue's originally beautiful face was scratched beyond recognition. Even if she stood in front of the Prime Minister's wife, she would never recognize that she was the daughter of the prime minister who was carefully raised by more than a dozen people in the mansion.
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