Chapter 72 Panic (2) [VIP]
Burying herself in his embrace with a faint smile, she embraced his waist, leaning against his strong shoulders, and whispered, "Alright, I'm yours tonight. I won't shy away from anything. I'll satisfy you with whatever you desire."
She could not recall clearly how Feng Yan left in the end, but she only remembered that he was as happy as a child, hugging her tightly and walking around in the small room for several circles, with the stars and the moon, as well as her figure, reflected in his eyes.
But she had already lost her heart, and now she only wanted to quickly walk down this road paved with hatred, control Feng Yan in her hands, make him serve her, and relieve her boredom.
But at midnight that day, she did not wait for Feng Yan, but waited for the Ninth Prince who was drunk.
The ninth prince staggered as he walked, his body swaying constantly due to his drunkenness. He slammed the door hard and rushed into the elegant room.
Without hearing her say a word, His Highness forcibly pulled her through the bed curtains, sat her down on the couch, and looked down at her from above.
Chu Yanshuo murmured softly, his lips full of interest. He grasped the woman's delicate hand and tugged at her clothes. "I just drew lots and won this beautiful lady. I plan to stay here tonight."
"Your Highness is drunk?" She felt that the alcohol was too strong and guessed that His Highness had drunk quite a lot.
Even when sober, he could torture Rumeng into that state. If she was drunk, the Ninth Prince would probably kill her...
"My beauty, don't you have a dagger with you today?" Chu Yanshu narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Jiaoshu's hands. Not looking at anything, he smiled with satisfaction, moved his eyes to look at her bun again, took off the jade hairpin and threw it outside the tent.
"These hairpins are an eyesore, I've taken them off for the beauty."
As if fearing she might have hidden weapons, they removed everything they could use to assassinate her. She watched calmly as His Highness removed his brocade robe, then leaned forward, firmly trapping her in the tent, preventing her from escaping.
"My beauty was disobedient before, so I will give her another chance..." Chu Yanshuo leaned over and whispered, the smell of alcohol flowing on her skin, and his ruthless hands tore her thin clothes without any mercy.
"Follow me, and I...I will grant you supreme glory."
Chu Qingluo suddenly giggled and softly hooked her arm around His Highness's neck. Her fingertips touched the silver needle in her sleeve, intending to pierce the back of his neck. "I have seen Miss Rumeng, and I'm afraid I will end up like her. Will Your Highness really treat me well?"
"Rumeng...she is not obedient." As if sensing something was wrong, Chu Yanshuo smiled drunkenly and grasped her wrist, restraining her hands and making her unable to move.
"You are different. If you obey me, I will love you alone."
The person in front of her was like a wolf lurking in the dark. As the gentleman had said, this Prince of Daning was extremely cunning and difficult to deal with.
A servant walked in from the east courtyard outside the room, knelt respectfully in front of the couch and reported. What he said made her tremble.
The attendant said solemnly, his words icy and chilling, "Your Highness, we've captured an assassin."
After hearing this, his eyes suddenly fixed, and Chu Yanshuo responded leisurely, then gave her a cold smile: "Take him away and wait for your punishment."
"Assassin..." muttering these two words, the Ninth Prince smiled even more happily and asked her in a gentle tone, "Is this assassin here for the beauty?"
This question is asked even though the author already knows the answer. Otherwise, why are there assassins on the eaves every time he is enjoying his love?
Feng Yan was so self-righteous that he always thought he could escape easily. However, he didn't expect that this time, he was captured by the Ninth Prince's shadow, and there was no possibility of escape...
Seeing this, she suddenly broke free, her eyes turned fierce, and she stabbed the man's neck with a silver needle.
The attendant who was reporting beside the couch heard the noise and quickly stepped forward to push His Highness away.
She saw the needle miss the target and was snatched away the next moment, unable to hide the horror on her face.
"Silver needle?" Chu Yanshuo stared at the object and laughed arrogantly. He glanced at it with a very sarcastic look, "What other tricks do you have, beauty? Feel free to use them and let me see them..."
It seems that the dust has settled and the victory or defeat is a foregone conclusion.
Chu Qingluo smiled coldly without fear, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he had already surrendered.
"Forget it. After the beauty's commotion, I've lost interest and even sobered up a lot..." But the Ninth Prince did not punish her. A smile was still on his face as he stood up and went back to his bedroom.
"Why are you panicking, beauty? I won't kill beauties."
"It's rare to meet such an interesting person, so I won't execute him easily..." Chu Yanshuo turned his head lightly and said something meaningful.
"Since the beauty wants to kill me, I will have some fun with her..."
She suddenly felt confused, and saw His Highness walking out of the ear room in a very good mood. The door was closed heavily, and everything in the private room was extremely desolate.
I stayed wrapped in the quilt all night.
Chu Qingluo curled up in a corner of the bed, not moving at all. Even though she felt sleepy, she didn't dare to fall asleep.
Feng Yan was captured and his life or death is uncertain.
But her assassination attempt failed again. The Ninth Prince was afraid that he would embarrass her and play with her in Lingning Palace. Her end might be even more miserable than her dream.
For the next two days, she lived in fear, fearing that if she wasn't careful, she would become a corpse.
It doesn't matter if she dies, but how can she avenge the blood shed by the Long Kingdom?
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However, after the Ninth Prince left, he never looked for her again, nor did he punish her. She continued to live a peaceful life. That had never happened.
Apart from this, there was no other news, including Feng Yan.
Until one night, she went to bed and saw that everything was quite peaceful these past few days, so she wanted to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
She paused for a moment when she heard the sound of the door being opened, and then heard a palace guard come to report: "His Highness has ordered Miss Chu to go to the West Courtyard at this moment."
West Courtyard...
She remembered that the west courtyard was where Rumeng lived, and there was a dark torture chamber in that courtyard, which was specially designed to punish the servants in the palace.
torture chamber.
She silently thought of this place, thinking that Feng Yan had been captured and must have been imprisoned in the torture chamber for the past few days, suffering all kinds of punishment.
The Ninth Prince called her over at this time, perhaps because it concerned Feng Yan's life or death. She froze when she heard the words, and it took her a long time to calm down. She changed her clothes, got off the bed and opened the door.
"West Courtyard?" Chu Qingluo asked the palace guards in feigned confusion. Suddenly, she paused and spoke more slowly. "Is the person being tortured the assassin we just caught?"
The palace guard who was questioned frowned and replied coldly, "His Highness said that the young lady will know when she goes there."
Now it was early autumn, and the cold wind of the night penetrated people's hearts and chilled them to the bone. She wrapped a thin cloak around her shoulders and walked out of the east courtyard.
At the end of the corridor, a palace maid was waiting. Seeing her approach, she spread her sleeves and led the way for her: "Miss Chu, please come this way."
Chu Qingluo took a look at the direction the palace maid was pointing to, and found that it was not a torture chamber, but a bedroom with bright yellow lights.
The door was wide open, as if waiting for her to go in and take a look.
If it turned out as expected, this elegant room would be Rumeng's residence. She walked forward slowly, and when she saw the scene inside the room clearly, her eyes trembled violently.
Panic and anxiety suddenly spread out of control, swallowing her up silently.
Her heart trembled violently. She only looked at it for a moment and then unconsciously looked away, unwilling to look at it any longer.
Ru Meng was tied up naked in the house, with needles stuck all over her body. The crimson liquid kept dripping down her skin, like raindrops falling from the eaves, which was even more shocking.
The tied woman had her almond-shaped eyes slightly closed and her forehead drooped. Only her lips trembled slightly, indicating that she was still breathing.
Seeing her come forward as ordered, Chu Yanshuo was overjoyed. He lifted her chin and insisted that she look carefully: "My beauty showed me a silver needle earlier, which allowed me to create a very interesting punishment."
"But your needle is too thin. A thin needle cannot torture people." After laughing wildly with interest for a few times, the Ninth Prince's tone gradually became sinister, and he asked softly with a hint of meaning in his words.
"Look, my beauty, these thick needles piercing your delicate body, and then watching the blood flow all over your body, isn't this a very pleasant thing?"
"If Your Highness finds it interesting, then I too will find it interesting." She forced herself to calm down and replied calmly after a long while.
Chu Yanshuo curled his lips happily, then leaned over to her ear and whispered, "In that case, beauty, do you want to feel it?"
Then she began to tremble uncontrollably, and with a cold expression, she knelt down and lowered her eyebrows towards the Ninth Prince of Daning.
She knew very well that she could no longer act arrogantly and attempt assassination, so she could only submit and obey His Highness obediently.
"I am ignorant and want to take your Highness's life. It is like a gnat trying to shake a tree or an egg trying to hit a stone..." Chu Qingluo answered in a low voice. The scenery she was looking at became mostly blurred, and she realized that she was crying.
"I beg Your Highness to give me a chance to repent and reform. I will not let Your Highness down."
"Hahahahaha... Look how scared the beauty is. A beauty is no longer beautiful when she cries." Seeing this delicate girl sobbing, Chu Yanshuo still had a smile on his face, but there was an indescribable coldness in his smile. "Next time I see that silver needle, it will be the beauty who suffers the punishment."
Leisurely looking back at the pitch-black night in the courtyard, the Ninth Prince sipped the tea on the table and waved her sleeve to let her go. "It's cold and foggy. I'll play for a while longer. My beauty, please go back to your room first."
She tried her best to suppress the panic in her heart, pretended to be calm and returned to the East Courtyard, buried herself in the quilt, and was in a daze for a long time.
Another sleepless night passed. The sky was already getting brighter in the east. There was a light fog outside the window and the sky was gradually getting lighter.
She simply started painting and writing at the desk to calm her mind. She wrote each stroke in silence.
Several hours passed until she heard Linglan's voice from outside the door, and then she stopped writing.
A petite figure stood in front of the ear room, holding a few pieces of silk in her hands, and signaled the maids on both sides to move aside quickly, saying that they were following the orders of His Highness.
One of the maids was skeptical and didn't move an inch. "Linglan, His Highness has ordered that no one is allowed to see Miss Chu for the next few months."
"Your Highness received some silks and satins, which he gave as a reward to the newly arrived Miss Zhao, and he also left some for Miss Chu." Linglan shook the cloth she was carrying and raised her voice, her tone unquestionable. "I'm here on orders."
The maid looked hesitantly at the palace maid on the other side and asked softly, "Should this matter be reported to His Highness..."
"There's no need to disturb His Highness with such a trivial matter," she said, making way for Linglan. After all, the person approaching was His Highness's personal maid, and the palace maid didn't dare to offend her. "Come in."
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