Chapter 61 Nightmare (1) [VIP]
The man in front of her heard this, with strong desire flowing in his eyes. He demanded from her even more wantonly. When he was about to kiss her lips gently, her jade fingers suddenly moved away from her thin lips.
"You better leave now, don't let anyone see you."
Her words were meant to urge him to stop. With a faint smile, she pushed him two steps away. It was still daylight, so this was a very inappropriate move.
Feng Yan calmed down and thought that the Ninth Prince's account book was still waiting for him to steal, so he understood and left, hiding in the shadow of the trees outside the window.
The left envoy she appointed was truly ruthless...
Chu Qingluo sat leisurely in front of the bronze mirror, with two or three spots of red on her neck. If His Highness saw this, he would probably be furious.
Fortunately, His Highness will not enter this courtyard in the next few days, otherwise, Feng Yan would be in big trouble.
Then she ordered someone to bring a wooden tub, and she took a pleasant bath, washed and wiped the skin on her neck that had just been kissed, and then put on clean new clothes.
She originally wanted to give Feng Xuan more, but once they got close, her thoughts were filled with the shadow of the gentleman, which could not be shaken off for a moment.
Apart from her husband, she has not found any interest in other men yet.
The courtyard was quiet, and there seemed to be the sound of whipping coming from somewhere. She didn't pay attention to it at first, but after the sound lasted for a long time, she realized that someone was being whipped.
Just now, Miss Rumeng said that she lived in the west courtyard. She listened carefully for a moment and found that the sound of whipping was indeed coming from the west.
Chu Qingluo walked to the door and looked at the palace maids guarding the door on both sides. She asked indifferently, "What's that noise? I heard it coming from the west courtyard."
The palace maids who were questioned looked at each other, pondered for a long time, and then answered in a low voice: "Yes... Miss Rumeng is being whipped."
"What mistake did she make?" The person who was punished was indeed the brothel girl. She couldn't help but look towards the west courtyard, lowered her tone, and asked again in a calm tone.
The words were hesitant for a few moments. The maid seemed very afraid. She lowered her eyebrows and slightly avoided his gaze: "This... I don't know. Everything is decided by His Highness."
"If we keep beating her like this, someone will die," Chu Qingluo observed from afar in the west courtyard. The lashing continued unabated. She spoke in a deep voice, so softly that only the maidservant beside her could hear, "If you sympathize with Miss Rumeng, please let me out of this room."
"Just say that it was me who insisted on leaving the house, and the blame cannot be placed on you." Knowing the maids' concerns, she added another sentence, wanting to take the blame alone.
Perhaps all the girls here had been punished and knew well the suffering Ru Meng had endured, so the palace maids beside her stepped back silently to make way for her.
She didn't know why she was meddling in this matter. She could only hear the sound of whips hitting each other, which was very annoying. In addition, Rumeng had said something so sad in the morning... The Ninth Prince didn't seem to be in the palace. She should stop him this time to relieve her boredom.
However, these were not the reasons why she wanted to save Rumeng. She just wanted to feel the compassion that the master said, and wanted to know what the master was feeling that led to such an argument with her.
She walked quickly along the stone path in the garden to the west courtyard. Following the sound, she came to a dark room. The air was filled with a bloody smell and torture instruments were everywhere. It should be the place where the servants of the mansion were punished.
A battered woman was tied to a wooden stake in the room, her skin torn and her body covered with bruises. It was Ru Meng who had come to look for her a few hours ago.
The servant holding the whip stopped and looked at her in confusion: "Miss Chu, shouldn't you be staying in the East Courtyard? Why are you here?"
"The sound of whipping can be heard throughout the palace. The noise and crying are disturbing me and I can't sleep well for a moment. That's why I wanted to come and see you." Chu Qingluo looked coldly at the nearly dying girl and replied slowly. Seeing that the long whip was about to hit again, she hurriedly stopped it.
"If you keep hitting me, my headache will flare up." She rubbed her forehead with her fingers and asked coldly, "How are you going to report this to His Highness then?"
The servant was in a dilemma and whispered to her, "But this whipping was His Highness's wish."
The attendant who was carrying out the punishment was naturally following His Highness's wishes, but whipping like this clearly showed a disregard for human life. She glanced calmly and asked coldly, "Your Highness, have you decided how long the whipping will last, or how many strokes will be administered?"
"That's true..." The servant pondered over these words and did not bring down the long whip again.
Chu Qingluo snorted lightly upon hearing this, and fearlessly asked the person in front of her, then looked at the other palace guards around her: "Since you haven't explained it clearly, you have already followed orders, and are you still worried about being punished by His Highness?"
The room fell into silence.
She spoke calmly, her eyes glancing at the chained woman. "If Miss Rumeng really becomes His Highness's most beloved bedmate in the future, receiving countless favors, will you regret treating her like this today?"
"If your highness asks, I will take responsibility."
After she finished speaking, she looked at the servant and winked at the others, and the people in the dark room retreated.
She picked up the key on the table and unlocked the chain. Seeing Rumeng leaning over and falling, she hurriedly reached out to support the girl, only then did she realize how weak the woman was.
It is a miracle that this girl can survive to this day after suffering all kinds of torture every day.
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The woman pursed her red lips slightly, which was particularly shocking to see.
We walked in silence all the way until we reached Ru Meng's elegant room. The woman entered the room and turned back before leaving, not out of sympathy.
The Ninth Prince is a violent man. One day, he will be tortured in the dark room. When that happens, will anyone come to his rescue like this...
She was a little confused, and while the prince was still not back, she quietly returned to the side room in the east courtyard.
It was late at night, and the Ninth Prince did not blame her, as if punishing Ru Meng was not a big deal to His Highness. If she wanted to stop him, she could do so.
His Highness doesn't care, so why should she think about it too much? Chu Qingluo leaned on the couch, lightly leaning on the arms of the man in black clothes. Now only this left servant can accompany her and relieve the loneliness in her heart.
A few rays of moonlight shone into the curtains, and the flowers and trees outside the window swayed gently in the night wind, mixed with the sound of insects chirping.
Feng Xuan leisurely played with the black hair of the girl in his arms, his fingertips brushing across the black hair, stirring up a strong sense of spring.
She did not avoid it, but half-closed her eyes, frowned slightly, and looked at the dancing moonlight on the wall, as if she was thinking about something.
"I sometimes think how nice it would be if the princess was trapped in Lingning Palace for the rest of her life. She wouldn't be able to see Mr. Qu, Mr. Sheng, or His Highness the Ninth Prince..." Feng Yan whispered softly, then chuckled lightly, a trace of greed in his eyes.
"I am the only one who can accompany the princess."
However, the delicate figure in his eyes was still distracted, and when he came back to his senses, he didn't hear clearly what he said.
Leaning a little closer to his embrace, Chu Qingluo pondered over it, and finally asked in confusion, "Feng Yan... have you ever shown mercy to someone you don't know?"
Feng Yan's brows furrowed slightly as he heard this. He answered truthfully, "Those I wished to kill were all killed decisively. I showed no mercy."
She was really confused. This person had a similar temperament to her, so how could he feel sorry for her and try to persuade her to stop a few times?
But since Mr. Ke felt pity for her and wanted to stop her, why did he still love her... They were on opposite sides of the same path, so he should be disgusted with her.
The joy the gentleman described was somewhat true and somewhat false...
"Did you bring the account book?" She raised her hand and got back to the point, asking the man beside her for what she wanted.
Feng Yan lowered his gaze, not daring to look at her. After a long moment, he said apologetically, "The palace is heavily guarded. I must find another opportunity."
It hasn't been stolen yet...
Even Feng Yan found it difficult to act freely. It seemed that Lingning Palace was not to be underestimated. Chu Qingluo withdrew her hand and forgave him unhappily for once: "Don't let me down again. Next time, if you don't bring the account book, I won't let you sleep on my bed."
"Then where does the princess want me to be?"
As he spoke affectionately, he hugged her slender waist tighter, as if not allowing her to break free and go elsewhere.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled, gently pointing to the empty space under the couch: "Kneel in front of the couch until I wake up."
"Okay, I accept the punishment." Feng Yan smiled leisurely, feeling that this day was so comfortable, just like the dream scene he had been fantasizing about for all these years.
"I'm tired," sleepiness slowly swept over her. Chu Qingluo's phoenix eyes slightly closed. She turned her eyes to look at the man and warned him meaningfully, "I only want you to accompany me tonight. If you dare to cross the line, I can abandon you at any time."
The implication was clear: she only allowed him to stay on the couch, and those romantic and sensual behaviors were absolutely forbidden.
There was a soft light trembling in his eyes. The person he thought about day and night was right in front of him, leaning quietly in his arms, but he could hardly win her heart.
Feng Yan replied respectfully, his arm around her waist loosening slightly, "Without the princess's permission, I will never do anything out of line."
The night was as cold as water, and the midnight in Lingning Palace was even quieter than that in Siyue Palace. The whispers in the ear room in the east courtyard in this corner gradually stopped. The palace servants who were guarding outside the room were unaware that there was another person in the room. They all yawned and wanted to go back to their rooms to sleep.
In the illusion, the flames rising into the sky and the scene of war appeared in the dream again. Blood flowed and seemed to gather into a river in the palace, dyeing every brick and tile of Long State red.
She looked at the imperial city strewn with corpses in shock, endless resentment surging and engulfing all her thoughts.
It was urgent to escape from this place, but she couldn't take a step and just stood there without moving, knowing that once she left, she would never be able to come back.
Ning Zhu was beside her, extremely anxious, thinking of Concubine Zhao's last wish. She said sternly, "Princess, please hurry up and don't stop..."
Go, where can she go...
Once the country is destroyed, where should she go and how can she find peace...
Tao Rong was filled with confusion and bewilderment. She looked back at the woman in black clothes beside her and trembled in a trance, "I want to go back and save my mother. Why can't she come with me?"
"Empress Zhao has passed away, and the princess cannot be saved." Ning Zhu paused lightly, her eyes darkened, as if there was sorrow in her eyes.
"You said my mother died, how could she die..." She murmured to herself, her lips slightly moving, and the clearness in her eyes was filled with grief and sorrow.
"She has Fu Zhao protecting her, how could she die..."
Fu Zhao's right envoy beside him lowered his eyes and sighed. After a long while, he replied solemnly, "The queen wants to share life and death with His Majesty, and does not want to bring trouble to the princess in the future."
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