He stared wide-eyed at Folgochun: "How can the princess be so barbaric?"
"It's not your place to judge what I, the princess, am like!" said Folgochun, whipping him again in a symmetrical fashion.
Zimerdolji let out a howl and shouted, "I am the prince of Borjigit! How dare you two women hit me like this?"
"Prince? I am a Princess of the First Rank. What can you do if I beat you to death?" Folgochun said with a stern look. "You dare to bully a royal princess? So what if you are a prince?"
“I…” Zimmerdorji looked at Duanrou, “Duanrou, you just let her humiliate me like this?” He said, his eyes filled with disbelief and disappointment, “I thought you would protect me… Duanrou, I am your husband—”
“He is a consort, a subject. Do you even know what it means to marry a princess?” Duanrou’s voice was not loud, but every word was firm. “Consort, there is a difference between ruler and subject. In this princess’s residence, I am the ruler, and you are the subject.”
“You…” Zimmerdorzi’s eyes widened, “Women are beautiful for their gentleness, gentleness—”
"Call her princess," Duan Rou said, frowning. Foergu Chun also gave a cold sneer.
Zimmerdorji's expression grew even more heartbroken: "So, you want to discuss this with me now? Duanrou, even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. We are husband and wife, how can we talk about ruler and subject? This is too hurtful to our feelings!"
Folgochun nearly vomited from disgust, and Duanrou rolled her eyes and gave a wink to the palace maid beside her.
A moment later, a voluptuous woman was pulled out. Like Zimmerdorzi, her cheeks were swollen and red. Fortunately, her clothes were still intact, but her mouth was gagged tightly. As she was pressed to the ground, she was still crying frantically at Zimmerdorzi.
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