C4

The bumpy journey and the tired state of the ship made Luo Shang feel even more sleepy.

The hundred elite soldiers of both the Prince Jin and the Luo Residence firmly escorted the woman in the palanquin, not daring to be the least bit negligent.

A black clothed man stood with his hands behind his back, a long sword by his waist. He narrowed his eyes, but it was hard to tell what he was sizing up with his deep eyes.

The General's Estate was in the western part of the capital, while the Prince Jin Palace was in the distant eastern part of the capital. It wasn't until Honghu left for the end of the day and the sunset that they arrived at Prince Jin Palace.

"Your highness isn't feeling well, so I can't come to pick up the wangfei for the time being. This old servant will help you bring the wangfei inside." With a single sentence, he dismissed her. Before Luo Shang could open her mouth, she was brought in by an older granny.

Separated by a thin layer of gauze, the extravagance of the Prince Jin Palace was probably not second to be seen in the capital. After the end of the whole series of literary festivals, she had been sent to her so-called bridal chamber.

On the day of the grand wedding, the entire Prince Jin Palace did not feel the slightest bit of joy from meeting any of the servants.

Anyway, this was just a political marriage, why should she care? However, what she didn't know was that a storm of hatred was playing out behind the scene. Furthermore, she was destined to be the object of the storm's destruction.

Tonight, there was no moon.

It was originally the day of the grand wedding, but the Prince Jin Palace was actually especially somber and desolate. When they heard that all the guests who came to congratulate were already invited out by the Prince Jin Palace's Main Hall Master, it was likely to be the Prince Jin's wish as well.

Within the bridal chamber, a warm breeze blew through the gaps of the window, blowing the bright red curtain of the wedding veil. It slowly drifted about … Luo Shang didn't know how long she sat there in this manner, until the maidservants outside the door respectfully called out to him.

"Prince ~"

As the door was pushed open, the heavy footsteps got closer and closer. The maidservants in the room bowed, put down the things in their hands, closed the door, and left.

The man panted heavily. Even though there was a veil covering his breathing, one could still feel his intoxicated appearance and the stench of alcohol in the room.

Leng Shaoyu swept a glance at the person on the bed, who was covered in red joy, and sat there orderly like a young miss who was being nurtured by a noble family. Looking at her, the flames of fury in his heart burned like oil and gas, and following that, a series of crackling and shattering sounds could be heard.

He walked towards her with slightly trembling steps. His tall and straight body leaned against the brooch next to the bed as he stood in front of her. With a sneer, he lifted her bridal veil.

The moment Luo Shang raised his head, she was obviously taken aback.

"It's you?" The man in white who had made fun of him and thought that he would never see him again was actually him?

A woman's already beautiful appearance, in addition to her current gorgeous appearance, made it even more difficult for others to resist her. Leng Shaoyu had to admit that the person in front of him, was as beautiful as a phoenix in the Imperial Palace.

He also never thought that the woman from that day would actually be Lo Ke's little sister.

With a handsome and aloof face, the man's lips slightly raised, his thin lips slightly pursed with a hint of playfulness. His cold and aloof eyes seemed to be looking at a lowly toy as he casually asked, "If it wasn't me, who would you like it to be?"

Luo Shang turned her face to the side, avoiding his gaze, as she did not want to have any conversation with this kind of person anymore.

On the day of the wedding, he should have been wearing beautiful wedding clothes, but he didn't expect this man to be dressed so casually in loose, beige robes. It seemed that he really did not want to accept this marriage, just as he had thought. In the end, they were both victims of this marriage. As long as they could act out this scene, it would be enough.

When Leng Shaoyu saw her turn his face and maintain his aloof and proud look, his cold eyes immediately sunk. His brows were filled with hostility, and his brows furrowed into two deep intertwines. He sneered, grabbed the woman's delicate chin, narrowed his eyes, and looked down into her eyes.

With a sort of drunkenness, the hand holding her chin grew stronger as the woman struggled.

"Since you're here to pay off your debt, why are you acting so noble?"

Luo Shang opened her eyes wide, not knowing what he was talking about, what payment?

Before she could open her mouth, the man's thick chest had already pounced on her onto the bed. He impatiently tore at the clothes in front of her chest, his large hands grabbing onto her struggling hands, and his other hand coldly caressed her body. He walked along her graceful body, gradually reaching down until he saw the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

Turning around, he flung his long sleeves and sat in front of the table. He picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Luo Shang propped herself up, fiddling with the clothes in front of her chest that was suddenly ripped apart by him, she stood up, with tear stains on his face, yet she was still looking at him arrogantly. His pair of watery eyes were slightly red, but they were trembling to prevent tears from flowing down his face.

You don't want to marry me, so similarly, I only married you for the sake of Luo Family. Since things have already come to this point, I hope that you won't make things difficult for me. "

After that, he smashed the wine cup in his hand into pieces. He stood up and walked towards her step by step, and the cold air around his body became heavier and heavier. He leaned close to her body and whispered in her ear with a charming tone, "Is this the decree of marriage? Luo Family people, are really the same. "

"What do you mean?"

Leng Shaoyu grabbed her wrist and pulled her fiercely into his embrace. His broad and big palm caressed her face and slid down her collarbone.

"What do I mean? Don't you know? "Luo Shang —" His hand slowly slid down as she untied the ribbon tied around her waist and carried her up. Her broad chest placed Luo Shang on the table as she stared at her with her eagle-like eyes, and her devilish face gradually grew larger.

"What are you struggling for, is this not what you want? "A woman who wants to capture the innocent." He sneered as he spoke.

Wanted to capture him? Just how much hatred did he have for a graceful prince to be able to so viciously humiliate a defenceless woman?

Leng Shaoyu did not loosen his grip on her hand at all, and instead, the man's strength became even heavier. Luo Shang did not struggle any further, and simply turned her head away, allowing him to.

"A debt must maintain its original aloofness, it's really interesting ~" He smiled charmingly, his words carrying endless ridicule. Before Luo Shang could react, the man's palm had already ripped apart her red dress, and the bright red bridal dress had been torn apart, becoming tattered clothing.