C7

Since the third fragment of the night, she had been working nonstop, not stopping to rest. If there were any omissions, maidservant who had been monitoring her from the side would begin to loudly mutter warnings. After one day, her arms were extremely sore, as if they were broken. Her entire body felt as if it had lost all its bones.

It was late at night, with a light breeze. The door was wide open, and two girls came with a tray. After entering, they placed two piles of vegetables and three bowls of rice on the table before turning around and leaving.

Zhuo Jin's heart was filled with joy, waiting for the book to fill her stomach. When she went up to read the book's "Delicious", her face immediately drooped down.

"All of you, stand still!"

Zhuo Jin lifted the plate, put her nose close to smell it, with a face full of disgust, she roared out loud: "This dish is obviously bad, and you're still giving it to us, what exactly do you mean?"

maidservant coughed lightly twice, then explained with a face full of disdain: "Aside from the Duke, everyone in the entire King Jin Palace has the same diet. If Miss Zhuo Jin is dissatisfied, you can go and tell the Prince that the servant s are only following orders." maidservant Yun Xiu closed her eyes, proudly raised her face, and smiled a little proudly. She thought to herself, she's clearly not as good as these servant, and yet they still want to be picky about it. It's really laughable.

She had already stayed in the King Jin Palace for many years. According to common sense, the late emperor had set a rule that allowed her to have the qualifications to become the prince's concubine. It was all because of Luo Shang that she had to wait another ten or eight years. The reason she came here tonight was to properly ridicule them.

"You …" Zhuo Jin stomped her feet in anger.

"Sorry for the trouble." She elegantly picked up her chopsticks and lightly nibbled on a mouthful of rice, putting it into her mouth and chewing on it carefully. She did not act as if she was making a fuss out of nothing.

Yun Xiu laughed sinisterly, retracted the evil grin in her eyes and walked out.

"Miss, look. This is clearly already …" Zhuo Jin just could not accept it. She had never suffered such humiliation at General's Mansion before, so why would she endure it now? Having been tired for an entire day, their King Jin Palace had given Tang Zheng a wangfei a big meal like this, truly magnanimous!

"Alright, the food is still good. The young miss can already bear it. What are you afraid of? Hurry up and eat." Ah Yu held the bowl in his hand and sighed, then shook his head.

Right at this time, there was a knock on the door. Ah Yu stood up and opened it, and saw a few elderly aunts standing outside, saying that the King Jin had instructed them to dress up the princess.

Luo Shang didn't know what he wanted to do now, but she could only let him do what she wanted. Resisting would only make it harder for her to survive in the Duke Palace.

Not yet, at least not yet.

After everything was done, she was sent to the Yue'e Pavilion.

Yue'e Pavilion was the place where the King Jin stayed all day and night. It was an extravagant place but it was simple and concise. The guards and servants were all imposing and imposing, holding their breath. Even the maids were dignified and dignified, with proper etiquette that was far from being able to be reached elsewhere.

I wonder what this place is called.

As soon as he entered the side hall, his eyes were filled with a myriad of lights. Passing by a pavilion, the wutong trees in his courtyard intersected, and they shot straight into the clouds.

Although he had seen many wutong in the Prince's Mansion, none of them was as good as this one. Did this man really like it? But the wutong was so desolate, so why did he love this plant?

The small path was filled with fragrance and it was hidden within the hundred flowers. There were even over a thousand purple-coloured, fluffy branches. They bloomed under the trees and became a sea of purple-coloured flowers. Luo Shang could not help but ask: "What flower is this?"

The maidservant by her side did not want to answer, but since she had the title of an imperial concubine, she could only reply without thinking. In reply to Princess Hua-Yang, the name of this flower is' forget-me-not '. "

"Don't forget me? What a nice name. " Luo Shang laughed bitterly.

It is also a sad and beautiful name.

They passed by several pavilions one after another, and the spring water trickled down. Tonight there was no moon, so it was impossible to see just how clear the water was. All they could feel was the icy coldness of the spring water on their feet.

It wasn't until they passed through the last arched stone door that they saw the small cobblestone path that led to the side room. On the wall were the words' Moon Pavilion ', written in clear, cinnabar and glazed letters.

"Your highness is inside. Go in." With that, the maidservant left.

Looking at the bright red words written on the cinnabar, Luo Shang's heart couldn't help but pause, but she still walked over while gripping the hem of her skirt. Rather than saying that she was the grand princess of King Jin's palace, it would be better to say that she was here to repay the debt.

The door that was engraved with beautiful markings opened with a "Zi" sound, and a faint, deep sound came from inside. She paused at the door absentmindedly, and the candlelight in the room illuminated the room, making the inside of the room bright, so she could clearly see the man drinking wine in front of the table in the room.

He tilted his face to the side, with his chin slightly raised. His deep and exquisite facial features had a sense of space, and his beautiful lines displayed the majesty of a king from every angle. He had heroic eyebrows, deep eyes, a high nose, and he, with his sexy thin lips, had a hint of charm.

There was no better word to describe him than perfection.

However, the Luo Shang tonight was only forcefully pulled on by a group of old servants to put on this extremely thin, low-cut, and muslin clothing. All the way, she felt a chill run down her spine. The golden silk dress fluttered in the warm night wind, highlighting her exquisite and clear, slim and graceful figure. Her curvy figure, and her black hair softly fell to the side of her ears.

Her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, her beautiful watery eyes, her pair of copper crystal eyes, as well as her stunning red lips, made her seem like a charming monster. A monster that could seduce people.

Leng Shaoyu looked at the proud and aloof gaze of the woman standing at the door, and could also see the indifference in her pretty face. Her thin lips slightly curved into a beautiful curve, and her long and narrow eyes shot out a dangerous light, as if she was sizing up her prey.

His voice was as cold as ice, and there was a feigned gloom in it. He controlled a domineering aura as he coldly said, "Come here!"

Luo Shang stood at her original position, paused for a moment, then followed his orders and walked over.

When he saw the dark eyes of the man, he looked at her expressionlessly. His gaze roamed all over her beautiful body, and he spoke with an unyielding tone.

"Pour the wine!"

Luo Shang elegantly picked up the bottle of wine on the table and rolled up her sleeves. Just as she was about to pour the wine for him, before she could react, a hand suddenly grabbed onto her wrist, as if it was effortless for her to pull her body into the man's embrace.

The man looked at her astonishment and sneered.

He then poured himself a cup of wine and brought it to her lips.

He ordered in a domineering tone, "Drink it."

Luo Shang knew that the man in front of her was purposely humiliating her and playing with her. She simply turned her face away.

Unexpectedly, his large palm firmly gripped her lower jaw and forced her to drink a full cup of strong alcohol.

"Cough, cough …" Luo Shang held onto his chest. The alcohol was so strong that he felt like his throat was burning. Because he was struggling, his clothes were also wet.

Seeing her slightly red face, Leng Shaoyu smirked, he suddenly stood up and pulled her over to throw onto the golden silk couch, then climbed up with his imposing body.

He tilted his body slightly, using the other metal wall to support himself on the top of the bed. His tall body was arched as he looked down at the woman beneath him.

"The women of the Luo Family are really beautiful."

He had a mocking smile on his face as his words contained a tinge of ridicule. His tall and muscular body was pressed down, and his oppressive aura made it hard for people to breathe. His eyes contained a strong and cold glint.

Her black eyes lowered, and with one hand tightly pinching her lower jaw, she looked at him with a gaze that was like an monarch that could sweep through the world. She laughed coldly, and following that, her rudeness caused Luo Shang's heart to tremble, and the man ripped off the front of her clothes without a trace of warmth.

Knowing what he wanted to do, Luo Shang panicked. Don't... Don't do that. "You said it before, you won't touch me …"

However, what Luo Shang didn't expect was that the man's next sentence made her feel that there was nothing in this world more evil and loathsome than this man's mouth.

"Heh …" This king only wants to see how despicable the women of the Luo Family are. "

Was she so cheap that she would spend so much effort to marry him and take his life?

Luo Shang's ears buzzed, obviously not caring about his ridicule. Why did she hear him say this, then? Her body was still stiff, her face suddenly deathly pale, as if she was inside a cold wind, her entire body stiff and unable to move.

He allowed the man to tear apart her clothes and bite her body. Two streams of tears flowed down from the corner of his eyes, obscuring his eyes.

There was no warmth in his rudeness, and tonight, her pain was indescribable.

After that, his expression turned cold. Facing her pale face, his cruel words were merciless as he sneered, "You are nothing but a scoundrel."

This humiliation was like putting her naked in front of him. He still felt disdain towards her, like nothing had changed.

"The men of the Leng Clan are only mediocre."

Leng Shaoyu looked at the woman below him and heard her dispirited words. His gloomy eyes became colder and colder, colder and more terrifying than before.

"What did you say?" He almost snarled and stung the woman's eardrums.

"The men of the Leng Clan are only mediocre!"

Before she could even react …

'Pah! 'A loud and clear sound was heard as a fierce slap sounded out. The slap landed on the woman's face, which was covered in sweat. This slap turned Luo Shang's face around, and the five red fingerprints on the side of his face immediately swelled up.

The man's sharp eyes fiercely pinched her lower jaw, his thumb playfully brushed away the blood at the corner of her lips, and he said evilly: "Don't be delusional and challenge my bottom line, you can't bear the consequences."

It was another round of painful torture, and under the man's torture, Luo Shang gradually fainted.

She was wrong. From the very beginning, she had been wrong. This man was truly someone she couldn't fight against …