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"servant originally wanted to bring you out to relax, but she didn't expect things to turn out like this. Miss, you must not take the words of the Lama and the Mage to heart. " Ah Yu pulled up the curtain of the palanquin, his face filled with worry.

Luo Shang chuckled. Since ancient times, if one believed then they would be able to. If one didn't believe then they wouldn't be able to. This was all just hearsay, so what was there to worry about.

As soon as he got off the palanquin, he could smell a leisurely fragrance coming from within the palace. This fragrance was very delicate, like the fragrance of a candle flame mixed with the fragrance of heaven and earth.

Returning to the Yue'e Pavilion, only to see white lanterns hung high up all over, all of the maidservant's servants presenting various offerings as they went in and out.

"What's going on?" Ah Yu asked a little girl who was in the past.

The little girl secretly glanced at Luo Shang, covered her sleeves and whispered into her ears: "Today is Miss Yue'e's memorial day, the prince has given the order before going out, the arrangements must be complete."

"Tell me, is it the day of Miss Yue'e's sacrifice?" Luo Shang raised his eyebrows and looked at them.

The moment the girl heard this, she hurriedly took her things and ran away.

It turned out to be the day of Lady Yue'e's death, where she had unintentionally planted a willow tree in the shadows. Looks like the reason he left early in the morning was to pay respects to Bai Yue'e. No wonder he had unconditionally asked her to leave the manor. He could only blame her for coming back too early.

Luo Shang laughed bitterly but did not speak. It was because this road was too difficult to walk on that made her feel such pain.

Outside of Phoenix Bedchamber, Zhuo Jin stood on the stairs, pointing at the servant below the stage, her small flushed face was gradually turning green from anger. I'll see who dares to hang this shit here or move it in. Let me tell you, with me here, no one can hope to succeed. "

"Miss Zhuo Jin, we have no other choice. The King said that every place in Yue'e Pavilion has to be set up, to help us transcend to the Undead. He didn't say … It's an exception here. " The maidservant pleaded in a low voice.

"Zhuo Jin stuck her waist in, and with her arms spread wide, she blocked the door. That won't do! Your Prince has gone too far. "

Luo Shang who was standing at the side watched the entire scene quietly, his eyelashes trembling, his bitter lips pursed. Leng Shaoyu, you're really too selfish.

She withdrew her expression and walked over.

"Miss." Zhuo Jin didn't know why Luo Shang would return so quickly. They had originally known that the King Jin would arrange such a thing for Bai Yue'e today, which was why they had allowed Ah Yu to bring her out of the Palace. Why did she come back so quickly? This time, all the previous efforts were in vain.

"Princess, I … "We …" The servant s stuttered, but even though Luo Shang treated them like sisters and knew that she would feel sad, she could not do anything about it. "Let's go ask His Highness again and see if he can …"

"No need. Whatever you want to put in there, just do it. Since it's a memorial service, you should do it properly. " Luo Shang forced a smile, looked at the white lanterns in their hands, and walked in.

She quietly sat at the table, watching the maidservant in front of her move things back and forth. All the red equipment in the room were gone, leaving behind a patch of white as snow, like the blood in her heart. His heart was gradually emptied like this.

A few days ago, she was sitting in front of the dressing table. His gentle hands gracefully combed the hair on her back. She was still teasing him. In the blink of an eye, she became the biggest joke in the world.

Above the eaves of the houses at the door, the white cloth strips fluttered with the wind, shaking Luo Shang's head until she felt faint, and she seemed to have seen this scene somewhere before.

She rested her forehead on her hands and stopped looking.

In a blink of an eye, the sky turned black. The lanterns in the lanterns lit up, lighting up the white and transparent day offering lanterns as they emitted a faint yellow light. On the day of the sacrifice, the servant s had already retreated.

The white silk outside the window drifted in with the wind, sending the white paper on the table flying in all directions.

Luo Shang put down the brush, walked around the table, and squatted down to pick them up one by one. A tall figure covered her head and under the flickering candle light, his figure that was refracted off the ground appeared and disappeared. A pair of golden boots, inlaid with black, stepped on the roll of paper she was about to pick up.

The heavy scent melted the strong scent of Tian Zhu in the room.

Luo Shang raised her head and met the man's deep, deep, dark, emotional, and cold eyes. Her tall and straight nose was lightly gasping for breath, and his devilish face did not lose its gentleness and elegance.

He was wearing white clothes that looked so familiar. Luo Shang thought back to the day of their wedding, and how he also wore a similar white robe. All of these things seemed to be fated.

His face was pale, but his steps were a bit heavy. Even though he was drunk, his entire body still radiated with the aura of a king, making people reluctant to look away from his face.

The candlelight lingered around him, brightly illuminating his face. Sometimes it was clear, sometimes it was blurry, and the more blurry it was, the more one wanted to see it clearly.

Luo Shang thought that she was seeing things, and when she lowered her head, she heard his low voice resounding above her head.

"Luo Shang..." Even his voice was indistinct.

Putting down the scroll that she had not picked up, Luo Shang stood up slowly. Her indifferent eyes were exactly the same as when she married into the sect, the only difference was her heart, which had changed.

She admitted that no matter how much she hated him, every time she saw him, the pain in her heart would inexplicably dissipate bit by bit.

After they looked at each other, she took the papers he had picked up and turned, walking towards the table. He said indifferently: "Why are you here, King Jin?"

Before she could receive his reply, a pair of thick and broad hands had already tightly embraced her from behind. His sudden embrace caused Luo Shang's body to tremble. His head was buried against her neck, her voice weak from alcohol, softly muttering her name, "Luo Shang …"

Her heart was about to break. Just as she was about to turn her face away, she heard those two words. Yue'e. "

Leng Shaoyu or Leng Shaoyu, it was just that he was drunk. It all happened, but it was all wishful thinking.

Luo Shang broke free from his restraints and directly walked towards the table, picking up the teacup on the table, she turned around and splashed it onto his incomparably handsome face without hesitation.

"You're awake now? Please go out. " She treated him like a passerby and coldly pointed at the open door.

The tea slowly flowed down his face, passing through every part of his cold and elegant figure. His eyebrows creased slightly, as if he had been somewhat sobered by her cup of water.

Leng Shaoyu did not wipe the water off his face, and allowed it to flow down his clothes.

The dispiritedness in his eyes gradually became gloomy and cold. Seeing how she treated him indifferently, he felt an indescribable rage in his heart. He took a step forward, picked her up, and carried her towards the bed.

He directly threw her soft body onto it, and pressed down his imposing body as well. A few drops of the water on his face fell onto Luo Shang's face, and he roared with a hint of coldness in his voice. Who did you ask to go out? This King is your husband, on what basis do you dare to let me out? "

On what basis did he dare to say such shameless words?

Luo Shang's eyes moistened. For all you love, your wife, it's not me. "

She would never forget those large, bright red words. Love Wife, Bai Yue'e's Tomb.

The man trembled as he lowered his head to look at her. His expression was somewhat lifeless.

"Let go of me — —" Luo Shang struggled, pushing at him with all her might.

The alcohol numbed his entire body and his mind. Looking at the struggling woman below him, he became even more furious.

Leng Shaoyu pulled off the belt on his waist and took off his clothes, revealing his strong bronze colored chest, he lowered his head. Don't forget that you are still in Prince Jin's Wife. Since you are my consort, you should fulfill your duty of being a wife. "

As he spoke, he tore off the clothes covering her chest and grabbed her hands. He kissed her body like crazy, completely venting the anger in his heart by biting on the large piece of skin below her neck without any trace of gentleness.

Her ice-cold palms unhesitatingly tore apart the silk clothing covering her entire body, and as they came into contact with her body, they began to ravage her heart. His heat was mixed with her coldness.

Finally, under his violence, tears of despair flowed down Luo Shang's face as she looked at the candlestick.

His brutal plunder, his repeated attacks, made her feel like her body and mind were on fire.

"You don't need my love, but you can't disobey it." These were his cold words. This was the man she loved with all her heart, the man who was beaten black and blue by him like this.

Don't make me hate you, Leng Shaoyu. Even if I can't love you, I beg you, please don't make me hate you.

She bit her lips tightly, her pale face devoid of life. Besides despair, there was also despair.

Tears rolled down her face as she sobbed, wetting the corner of the bed. She had never felt such a heartache before. This kind of feeling was akin to being forced out of someone's heart.

Drunk, he still called out another woman's name. It was she who suffered the torture, and she was the one he didn't love.