Chapter 233: Nightmares about the Son of the King

Chapter 233

Zhao Changxing, the notorious playboy son of the Zhao family, was the most well-known rogue in Bianjing City. He loved to toy with women the most. Eldest Prince's Consort, Lady Hu, had married into the Zhao family for ten years, yet the concubines in Zhao Changxing's backyard were too numerous to count on both hands.

No one knew what sins Eldest Prince's Consort had committed to provoke such an oppressor. She looked so fragile, hope she's not really being bullied by Zhao Changxing.

She was struggling internally on whether she should push the door open to take a look.

Not long after, she saw Gu Ying walking out of the room again.

Qing Yun was stunned.

Gu Ying's cold gaze swept over the few people in the yard. She rotated her wrists and said to the local ruffians below, "You bullied Lady Ning just now. By law, that is punishable by death. But now, I'm willing to give you a chance to redeem yourselves. Do you want it?"

Those ruffians were merely hired hands. Glancing carefully into the room and seeing no movement from Zhao Changxing, they did not know if this beautiful Madam had killed him or what.

Sizing up this young yet formidable beauty, they were already scared witless. They quickly smiled, "Rep...replying to Madam, what...what chance is there to make amendments?"

Gu Ying sneered and told them to come into the room.

Once in the room, everyone was shocked and stared wide-eyed. Qing Yun was even more frightened, not daring to utter a word.

They saw Zhao Changxing bound tightly with bedsheets on the floor, thrown into an embarrassing posture. Two smelly socks were stuffed into his mouth. He stared furiously at Gu Ying.

"Mmpf! Mmpf!"

"Mmpf!"

Though no one understood him, everyone knew he was swearing.

Zhao Changxing's gaze could kill. Helpless to speak, he could only glare at Gu Ying with bloodshot eyes.

The few ruffians felt rather awkward. Head lowered, they dared not meet Zhao Changxing's furious stare.

Gu Ying faintly knitted her brows without a word. She took out the Qilin Dagger from her deer leather boots.

Right before them, she lifted Zhao Changxing's clothes, exposing his manhood brazenly.

Zhao Changxing's expression changed. Scared witless, his body shuddered violently as he struggled vigorously.

"Mmpf! Mmpf mmpf! Mmpf! Mmpf mmpf!"

Gu Ying glanced at him indifferently, showing not a shred of mercy. She directly slashed downward with the dagger.

With a soft puncture, Zhao Changxing's body almost bounced off the floor, sweating profusely from extreme pain as his eyes turned red.

Eldest Prince absolutely must not come to harm...

Noticing her complexion, Yin Zhu slowed down the carriage out of concern.

Back at Prince Duan's estate, it was Yin Zhu who piggybacked her straight into the estate.

The moment Gu Ying returned to Changfeng Lodge, she abruptly awoke from her dream with eyes red and swollen, tears clinging onto her thick damp lashes looking extremely pitiful.

The yard was deathly still, only the howling wind and dancing snow could be heard.

Only now did Yin Lan bring in freshly brewed ginger tea. "Mistress, finish the tea and go back to sleep. It's been an exhausting night..."

Yes, physically and emotionally drained throughout the night.

"I don't want it..." Gu Ying was in no mood for drinks, totally devoid of appetite. Drinking would only make her vomit.

On the way back she dreamt of Eldest Prince leading the Qilin Army according to her timeline, but halfway they still met with a snow avalanche...

The huge mass of snow completely buried Eldest Prince underneath.

In the pitch black beneath, Eldest Prince had his eyes shut tightly without a breath, his body also turning cold.

She shuddered in fear, bawling as she tried to dig him out from below.

But in the end, what she excavated was only his icy corpse.

He would never open his eyes again, never take her into his embrace again, never kiss her lips again, never whisper gently to her again.

Without a breath, he lay quietly in the snow with his handsome face deathly pale like paper.

She held him and wept in the snow, crying with gut-wrenching sobs until she jerked awake. But a lingering dull pain still remained in her heart.

"Why the tears, Mistress? Did you have a nightmare?" Yin Lan asked worriedly. Ever since the Lantern Festival tonight, Mistress had not smiled once.

Gu Ying shook her head, stroking her heart. "I'm fine."

Wiping the tears from eyes, she got up to hastily write Eldest Prince a letter.

Then she passed it to Huai An and urged him to deliver it to Eldest Prince as fast as possible.

Seeing Mistress' rare solemn expression, Huai An delivered the letter without delay that very night.

Sitting in a daze, Gu Ying finally felt the tense string in her mind relaxing. But the moment she slackened, a sense of fatigue washed over her entire body while her spirit sagged. Yet her lower abdomen continued throbbing.