It’s her…it’s her who’s here…
"Any man who dares to touch me will die!" Jiang Mengli whipped her whip specifically towards their crotches.
There was a burst of "crackling" beatings and screams from inside the house.
The four big men's crotches were beaten to a bloody mess, and some of them had their arms twisted off by the whip.
Jiang Mengli thought that Wen Mohan was not in good condition, so she immediately stopped and went to help him up, "What did they give you to eat?"
"Jiang... Jiang Mengli, I'm in pain... I'm hot..." Wen Mohan spoke softly with difficulty, hot tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.
In Jiang Mengli's eyes, he was like an exquisite jade sculpture that was about to break, full of a sense of brokenness, and the more he looked at him, the more distressed he felt.
He leaned his head against her bosom, rubbing it uncomfortably, his breath was hot, his cheeks were flushed, and his handsome eyes were full of spring.
"It's okay, I'll take you away from here." Jiang Mengli pulled off the bed sheet to cover him, then picked him up and left.
Yun Jian's breath caught in his throat when he saw his master's appearance. He couldn't imagine what the scene would be like if he had arrived a step later.
How dare Wen Jingyun treat his master like this?
The master is a noble prince, and he loves cleanliness so much, yet he was almost humiliated by a man...
Jiang Mengli walked to the door and paused, then ordered coldly without even turning his head, "Kill them all!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Jian raised his sword with scarlet eyes and slashed the four men's necks with a few strokes of the sword.
When they went out, they found the door of the next room was wide open, and there was a kettle and handkerchief left on the floor.
Yun Jian walked in and took a look, frowning and saying, "Princess, it must be Wen Mohan. It looks like he's escaped!"
Jiang Mengli said in a voice as cold as frost: "It doesn't matter, he can't run far, I will fight back..."
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