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In the midst of his confusion, a pair of large hands fished him out. A fragrant pine scent wafted into his nose, and Gu Zheng's faint yet amused voice sounded. "Wei Gou only gouged out your eyes?"

Wangchuan shrank back as he struggled to get down to the ground. His loyalty was deeply rooted in his bones. He made her kneel at Gu Zheng's feet and replied with her head lowered, "Wangchuan's assassination failed. Please punish him, my lord."

Gu Zheng snorted softly, his voice cold. "Wangchuan, tell this Seat what you saw. Did you see the evidence of that Wei Gou's rebellion?"

"Not at all." Wu Chuan shook his head decisively.

"Master, she must have lied to you. If she didn't see anything, how could Wei Qianshou have gouged out her eyes!"

"Fu Huang has a way to get rid of her, and he is willing to share the worries of the Lord."

Gu Zheng's eyes that contained a layer of coldness were suffused with a sense of excitement as he remained silent without denying anything, as if he was waiting.

A smile leaked out of Fu Huang's lips as he took the whip produced by the old workshop of Bianjing. With a few slaps, he viciously swung it at Wu Chuan's back. The whip carried an inverted spike and abruptly cut through Wu Chuan's clothes, leaving streaks of blood on her delicate body that was etched with scars …

The next moment, she caught the whip with her bare hands and swung it back with great force. In her teeth, there was a fierceness that she had never shown before.

"I did something wrong and the lord will punish me. Who do you think you are?"

A shocking bloody scar appeared on Fu Huang's face. The gaze she used to look at Gu Zheng was reserved and pitiful, like a blooming hibiscus in summer, delicate and pretty and pure.

Gu Zheng used his thumb to lightly stroke the wound on Fu Huang's face. He placed it at the corner of his mouth and took a sip. The corner of his lips slightly raised as he looked at Wu Chuan with eyes that were as thick as ice, dark and gloomy.

"Fu Huang is my wife, and you are my dog. You can hit me if you want, but do I need to find an excuse for you? Or did he have to choose an auspicious day to fight? "

Having said so, Wu Chuan's heart sank. His chest felt as if it had been smashed by a heavy object, giving him an inexplicable desolation.

"Lord, although I have lost my eyes, my loyalty to you can be seen. Please give me another chance!"

Hearing this, Gu Zheng bypassed Wangchuan and said, "I am very disappointed."

Wangchuan's heart trembled. To disappoint Gu Zheng, she had to pay the price.

Compared to the pain of gouging one's eyes, the torture in the prison was the heart-eating and bone-biting pain.

Even a thousand households like her wouldn't last a day.

"My lord, my lord, please forgive me." "Lord …" Wu Chuan was kowtowing on the ground like a dog. His hair was in a mess as it fell to the ground, covering his pale face and her lowly appearance.

With a cold expression, Gu Zheng kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Bang." Gu Zheng slowly withdrew his leg.

"Ah …" Wu Chuan curled up his body and covered his stomach.

It was very painful. His bones were smashed against the wall and the pain penetrated deep into his bones.

The foot that contained inner strength felt as if it was being twisted into pieces by a sword.

However, his heart was in even more pain. The densely packed pain went from shallow to deep, like countless needles stabbing at each other, accompanied by the smell of blood in his throat.

Everything seemed to remind her that this man had never loved her, not even a little bit.

"Ugh." In the end, he couldn't hold it any longer. He spat out the blood he had swallowed.

She was afraid that she would not be able to control herself and cry out in pain. This caused him to feel even more disgusted, making her feel even more humble.

To the side, seeing Gu Zheng's kick on Wangchuan, Yue Fusheng was delighted in his heart.

She knew that this was something Gu Zheng had done for her to see. Whether it was his intentions or not, it wasn't important, was it?

How many men in the world could resist something like power?

Was it her intention? With her current appearance, even a man wouldn't be able to enter her eyes.

"He's just a servant, why is my husband so angry?" Yue Fo leaned against Gu Zheng's chest, her bright eyes full of malice.

Gu Zheng tightly pursed his lips, the hand behind his back faintly trembling.

He raised his eyes to look at the figure curled up on the ground, yet his expression was still as indifferent as before.

Gu Zheng was silent for a moment before he pushed Yue Fusheng aside and left the woodshed.

Wu Chuan lay prostrate on the ground. It was as if all the bones in his body had been crushed. His head was buzzing, but that extremely familiar voice still entered his ears …

"Take care of her. Don't let her hurt Madam."

When the originally angry Yue Fusheng heard Gu Zheng's words, his expression turned into one of joy.

Yue Fuzhen watched Gu Zheng leave before walking up to Wangchuan who was curled up by the wall and said proudly, "Look at you, you're just a lowly servant, a lowly servant with delusions. This is the price, hahaha!"

The mocking laughter lingered in her ears for a long time, mocking her for being so ignorant.

"Heh — —" Wu Chuan laughed lowly, his voice hoarse and filled with despair.

Yue Fuzhan gazed at the tattered woman on the ground as he bent down and ridiculed her, "Do you think that since there are so many people who don't choose, you're the only one who wants to assassinate Wei Yi?"

Wangchuan endured the pain and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you mean by that?"

Yue Fu proudly raised his eyebrows, looking even more sad and pitiful.

"I asked Gu Zheng for you to use the betrothal gift as my maid, then I asked him to personally order you to assassinate Wei Qianshou!"

Wu Chuan swallowed the blood in his mouth. For the first time, the dagger at her waist burned with the heat of a soldering iron, causing her heart to ache.

After so many years of viewing it as a treasure, it turned out to be a joke.

Yue Fujun casually walked in front of Wu Chuan and squatted down. While stroking his sleeves, he said slowly:

"I am the daughter of King Yongding Palace. You, a servant, think about my things. "Look at you, you look like a wild dog."

"Tsk tsk, I was very happy to see it."

Yue Fushe's humiliating words penetrated Wu Chuan's ear, then turned into an invisible sword and pierced towards her heart.

"There's one more thing I forgot to tell you."

The corners of Yue Fu's mouth lifted up in contempt as he said:

"The lord has never cared about you. He favored you because you had the same face as the one he loved. You are just a shadow, a substitute. "

Wu Chuan fiercely grabbed his chest, and with a "pu" sound, blood sprayed out from his body.