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Silence. The night was quiet.

Moonlight illuminated the entire General's Estate. The bright moonlight shone down from the trees, and the faint shadows of the moon shone from under the waves. The moon shone from above, and looked as beautiful as the scattered flowers in the sky.

A gentle breeze blew into the room through the half-open window, causing the green flame on the candlestick to waver.

"Greetings, Prince Jin, and Royal Concubine." The servants guarding outside the door hurriedly saluted when they saw them.

Luo Shang saw the man beside her walk in immediately, and she forced out a smile towards the servants. You can go and rest. "

"Yes, your servant will take his leave."

After the servants left, Luo Shang closed the door.

Inside the greenish room, it was dark and mysterious.

The wind blew against the purple curtain, causing it to flutter in the wind.

"Leng Shaoyu, are you trying to make fun of us? It can satisfy your ridiculous, arrogant heart, right? " Luo Shang could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

During dinner time, he had almost humiliated Lo Ke's entire Luo Family to the extreme. From the moment he entered the palace, his hostility towards General's Estate had never been broken.

Leng Shaoyu did not speak and sat at the table with his legs crossed. He looked at the wine cup in his hands coldly as his gaze swept past her body.

"I've begged you so many times, why are you still doing this?" The image of water in Luo Shang's eyes revealed her resentment.

She really had begged him more than once. From the very beginning to the moment she had entered General's Estate, she had already begged him not to make things difficult for Luo Family countless times.

Hearing that, Leng Shaoyu's hand that was shaking the cup stopped, the perfect profile of his face turned out to be elegant and demonic, with a slight smile on his lips, the shallow glare deepened his intoxicating gaze.

He said lightly: "You have begged me. Unfortunately, This King... I don't think I agreed to your request. "

With a devilish face to the side, he looked at her arrogantly with a mocking expression before his cold and arrogant eyes swept past her with a contemptuous glance.

Luo Shang was so infuriated by his words that she couldn't think of anything to say.

She turned and was about to put her fingers on the door.

"Where to?" His cold voice was heard.

Luo Shang did not pay attention to him, but heard him continue to speak, "This king wishes to make a bet with myself whether you, a woman, will walk out of this door, or leave you crying and begging me."

"The wager is that tomorrow will be the ancestral worship ceremony." He put down the glass of wine gently and leisurely touched the smooth surface of the glass with his slender fingers.

Those lips that contained a slight smile and a face that was not a smile filled with a smile, was full of this man's beauty and coldness.

As if her body was plastered with a layer of plywood, Luo Shang reached out and tied a heavy chain to her hand as well. Closing the door, she turned around and coincidentally met with the devilish face's dark, star-like eyes.

"What do you want?" She suppressed the grievances in her heart.

Leng Shaoyu chuckled softly as he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the woman at the door. The delicate and light pink robe wrapped around her, revealing a thin, white shift of her body, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone. The folds of her skirt flowed like the moonlight on the ground, with a wriggling motion, like a snowy moon, as she moved about three feet away.

Her hair was tied up with a ribbon, and her hair was long and glossy. She wore only a butterfly hairpin, and a strand of it hung down on her chest. She wore only a thin layer of makeup to add color.

Her graceful figure was reflected in his eyes.

Leng Shaoyu looked at her, and the desire that flashed past his eyes flowed to her body, causing Luo Shang to avoid looking at her in astonishment.

"Other than your body matching this king's, what else do you have left?" The curve of his lips, the sarcasm in his words.

Luo Shang sucked in a cold breath. Why did he have to insult her like that? Prince Jin is right, I am just a trash who relied on my body to please you to pay your debt for Luo Family. "

Tears were in her eyes, glistening and moistening her long eyelashes.

He had wanted to humiliate her, but seeing her moist eyes, he couldn't help but sneer at her pitiful appearance.

"You should be thankful. At least, to This King, you have a little value."

Was her value a physical transaction with him? Why was she feeling so upset when she heard him say that?

"Seeing her silence, Leng Shaoyu intentionally smiled. During tomorrow's Ancestral Worship Ceremony, this king can give enough face to the Luo Family, and I can even act with you as a loving couple. This king will help you achieve your goals, shouldn't you do the same for this king as well? "

As he said that, he stood up and walked towards her. He did not give Luo Shang a chance to react, nor did he give her a chance to speak. Her large palm forcefully wrapped around her waist, and without the slightest hesitation, she was knocked across the wall and was carried in her arms.

Luo Shang's hand resisted his chest, but she was careful to not anger him.

The man directly carried her onto the bed. On the soft and loose bed, his majestic body pressed down onto her body.

Luo Shang knew what he meant by "yes", and her body tightened as she turned her head.

"However, a burst of scornful laughter came from above his head." It really took a lot of effort for Nalan Rongya to disguise you like this. If This King does not do anything, you will all be very disappointed. "

He did not kiss her, but tore at the front of her dress.

"What are you talking about?" Luo Shang really hated him so much. Other than humiliation, what else could he do?

The man's sudden brutality made Luo Shang think of all the pain she had in the past. She struggled against his touch.

Leng Shaoyu stopped impatiently, his eyes were gloomy and his expression was ugly. Luo Shang did not know why he suddenly became like that.

"What are you struggling for? If you can't continue acting so quickly, why don't you bring out your begging skills, huh? " Every word he said was heartbreaking, and every sentence was filled with pain.

The big palm wrapped around Luo Shang's face, wiping it back and forth, stroking it. Since you do not wish to do so, This King will not force you. "

He started to get up.

Luo Shang's arm was entangled by the woman below him, and she was staring at him with her clear and beautiful eyes. She was obviously extremely unwilling, but she pretended to smile and bit her lips as she said, "Don't go …"

He was going, and tomorrow's Luo Family was going to end.

Leng Shaoyu's cold face revealed a faint smile. He looked down at the woman beneath him condescendingly, his fingertip lifting up her lower jaw, forcing her to look at him with an unavoidable gaze.

"I beg this king for you."

Did she have to do this? Did she have to tear apart her dignity?

"I beg you …" "Take me." She slowly closed her eyes, and her tears also slowly flowed down, sliding past her ears and fusing into her hair bit by bit.

The man disdainfully chuckled. Following the sound of his clothes being torn apart, what came next was his brutality and his lack of compulsion.

His big palm moved all over her body, ravaging and playing with her body, crushing her heart.

Luo Shang bit her lips, tears flowing down uncontrollably. Her pale white face, tightly closed eyes, did not want to open them, did not want to see him like this. The pain that spread throughout her body was being tortured along with her heart.

That day, when she was afraid, afraid, and helpless, Luo Shang had already felt that she no longer merely resented him when he carried her away from the Divine Martial Hall. Her heart had already stopped at this man.

However, at this moment, he was determined to crush her heart. He was determined to leave countless scars. He was determined to make her remember his cruel and merciless treatment towards her.

did not know when Leng Shaoyu left. His hair was loose, and he was only wearing a simple robe, as he absentmindedly laid on the bed, and caught a glimpse of the messy, torn silk clothing on the floor. He laid there blankly for a long time, before struggling to get up and walking to the dressing table to sit down.

The pale face in the mirror still had traces of tears that had not disappeared …