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He stood above her, rolling over her, enjoying her as if she were a good meal. His gaze was still as cold as ever, without a trace of warmth.

Perhaps, there was some slight excitement and pleasure in his eyes, but he only stared coldly at her, transforming her graceful body and her impeccable appearance into a raging battlefield.

Gritting her teeth, she still couldn't help but let out a painful cry. However, the melody that he regarded as a victory melody became even stronger and more valiant. His ferocity was invincible. When he used it on her, she would just be a woman he tamed and softly moan under him.

She was like a phoenix dress that was about to be torn apart by him as she humbly wailed and begged for mercy beneath him. But he didn't get it, as he felt a trace of pity.

Within her deep eyes, there was only a hidden sense of happiness. That cold feeling made her heart sink, making her unable to redeem herself. The cries of pain only increased his rampage. His scarlet skin had already turned a dark red, and there was not a single inch that was not painful. The thing that hurt the most was her heart. Her red phoenix gown had already been torn into pieces and thrown onto the ground, allowing him to trample over it.

Her heart was torn to shreds, but she knew that she was only a sacrifice for the clan, and that she had to pay the price for her father. The Empress of the Southern Champion Palace, the master of the six palaces, had for the first time suffered from inhumane treatment and havoc.

Dark red blood dyed the snow-white silk, as well as the snow-white legs. He seemed to be in a coma, but he woke up when he was still running around.

As far as the eyes could see, he was still standing at the peak. There was not a single trace of warmth in his cold eyes.

"Why?"

Her question, unanswered, he only plundered silently, savoring her beauty to his heart's content.

The pleading eyes and painful, suppressed voices did not receive his pity. He was the victorious monarch, she was only a humiliated prisoner, she could only bear it, because she was his woman.

He fainted from the pain, and even when he cried out in pain, he did not stop for even a moment.

During the night, he was like a devil as he repeatedly demanded items.

She rolled over and over, feebly fainting a few times but still bearing his heartless favor.

"I have seen and touched every inch of you. You are my woman, so you must accept my kindness. I have given you my kindness, so you should kneel in front of me and kowtow and thank me! "

He made her kneel before him, humbly, like that, at his feet.

She kneeled at his feet, begging with all her might, but there was no response. Outside the room, it was dead silent. It was like the people from the harem were all dead. Therefore, she understood that this was his territory. She could only be controlled by him and had no power to resist.

Even though she was the only daughter of the King, and the master of the Six Palaces, she was still his servant.

Just like that, he knelt down at his feet, looking up at the person holding onto him in his dream.

Gong Huanfeng was arrogant, and he thought that he was noble. His dream had once become a reality, but it turned out to be so cruel. Her drop dead gorgeous appearance didn't get a shred of mercy from him.

Or perhaps, this was his favorite, one that was full of tyranny and brutality, bringing her endless pain, waking her up from her nightmares several times.

Even so, she was willing to lower her once noble head and kneel at his feet, tenderly begging for his pity. Even so, she lay prostrate at his feet and kissed his feet with her noble, swollen lips.

However, he was still standing at the peak, looking down at her with a cold gaze. From his gaze, she couldn't see a single trace of infatuation or infatuation. It was as cold as ice and snow that would never melt even after ten thousand years. It was as cold as the ice and snow that would never melt even after ten thousand years.

He grabbed her long hair, which was like a black waterfall. Everything about her was gone. In his eyes, everything was superfluous, even an earring.

Due to the earring being forcibly torn off, a dark red color could be seen on her exquisite ears. However, she was no longer able to feel the slight pain. The pain on his body was incomparable to the pain of a woman.

Streams of dark red blood flowed down his snow-white legs. He only watched coldly.

His gaze had never stopped because of her unparalleled beauty, and it was as if his footsteps would never forever remain by her side.

However, up till now, Gong Huanfeng still did not understand, and still carried a sliver of faint hope.

Once, twice, waking up again, she was still under him, and he still hadn't left.

Her body was covered in ice and snow. That night when she was his bride, the ancestor dragon of the Southern Champion City had a rare snowfall.

It was unknown when the Fire Reversal Scale had gone outside to collect ice and snow, so it sprinkled it onto her body. She lifted her head and knelt in the snow, afraid that he would favor her again. He had dreamed with her countless times, but he had never dreamed with her like this. For the first time, his beautiful fantasies were shattered into a field of ice and snow by his hands.

Trembling, she begged him to forgive her pity. However, she saw a gaze that was even colder and more merciless than the snow and ice on the ground. In fact, those icy cold eyes were no longer looking at her. Instead, they were raising their heads and allowing her to kneel within the snow.

He turned around and left, not leaving a single word behind. He only left behind a field of ice and snow, as well as her, who was kneeling within that layer of ice.

At that time, she thought, it was only the hatred he felt towards her father that caused his revenge on her. She dreamed that her infatuation and tenderness, as well as her unparalleled beauty, would eventually cause him to look back at her.

After that, every time she fell asleep, she would wake up from her nightmare and would not dare to tell anyone about this humiliation, even if it was her closest confidant. In order to conceal this matter, she did not go out for a few days, allowing her injuries to heal. Fortunately, he gave her the best medicine, as well as two maids to serve her. It was only a few days later, when she looked perfectly fine, that she finally saw Ruyu and her maid.

No one knew what she had experienced. Only he and she knew.

When they met again, his stern face was expressionless in front of the servants. She smiled at him affectionately.

Every night after that, the night she was always with the empress was her nightmare. She was ravaged time and time again, never having a shred of pity for her. His hatred for her father, his fear and the respect he had to show her, all turned into anger that poured down on her.

She could only endure, silently or painfully cry out in pain from his kindness, the grace of an emperor.

Except, such favors grew fewer and fewer. Until the imperial physician diagnosed her as unable to bear children, he had only used this reason coldly to reject the idea of favoring her. Even with that torturous humiliation, she wouldn't be able to obtain any more. She could only stare at him from afar while pampering her concubines time and time again.

In her heart, she wondered if he would treat her as he treated the other consorts. However, that wasn't the case. There had never been a consort who suffered the same pain and humiliation as her.

She had been envious of Soaring Sky, that delicate girl who was like morning dew and was greatly pitied by him. She did not want to hurt him even a little, and always treated him with gentleness. She had never seen that kind of attitude on the Flaming Scales before.

As her fingers inadvertently slid across her heart, her white face suddenly flushed red. Even though she was filled with contempt and tyranny, she was willing to accept it because she was his woman and he was her husband. However, it had been too long since she had last experienced such devastation. She could only waste one lonely night after another.

As the lanterns lit up, who was the person in his embrace?

Currently, in the Rain Pavilion, that woman was accompanying him every night, yet she could only remain within the Zhaoyang Palace.