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Chapter 9: A Ridiculous Night
"Don't!"
Wen Qingyu, ignoring the pain, struggled desperately. Her wrists were chafed, but it was of no use; instead, the friction against her skin and the sheets made the strange sensation in her lower abdomen intensify.
Yan Zhi Xi looked at her as if she were a struggling ant, cruel and malicious. His hands mercilessly fanned the flames on her chest, while Wen Qingyu bit down hard on her lip to stifle any sounds of moaning.
"Wen Qingyu, as long as you beg me, I will let you go." Yan Zhi Xi lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against Wen Qingyu's ear.
Wen Qingyu turned her head away and squeezed out a response through clenched teeth, "You... must be dreaming!"
This man had humiliated her to this extent; even if she died, she would never plead for mercy from him.
A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Wen Qingyu's mouth, and the smile in Yan Zhi Xi's eyes suddenly froze. He quickly reached out to grip Wen Qingyu's chin, forcing her to open her mouth.
"Wen Qingyu, you dare to bite your tongue in search of death? Do you not care about your second brother's life anymore?"
Yan Zhi Xi's grip tightened, causing Wen Qingyu's jaw to ache. Yet she laughed mockingly, "I'd rather die than live like this under your humiliation."
Yan Zhi Xi wished he could strangle this woman. What right did this lowly poisoner have to disdain him?
The intertwining of anger and desire shattered his reason; Yan Zhi Xi no longer had the luxury to think that his actions were merely meant to humiliate Wen Qingyu.
He grasped Wen Qingyu's delicate ankle, pulling her towards himself, ruthlessly thrusting himself into her body.
The tearing pain made Wen Qingyu cry out.
Yan Zhi Xi showed no mercy, gripping Wen Qingyu's face, forcing her to look at him as he violated and humiliated her.
Her consciousness was completely scattered by the aphrodisiac. As her hands wrapped around his neck, Yan Zhi Xi tugged at a strand of her hair, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his gaze.
"Don't want me to touch you?" Yan Zhi Xi laughed coldly, "But now you're beneath me, crying out like a whore."
Listening to his humiliation, Wen Qingyu wished she could kill this man, yet she couldn't control herself, coiling around him like a snake. Under his brutal thrusts, her cries of pain transformed into long, soft moans.
It was unclear how long this conquest lasted; throughout it all, Yan Zhi Xi never loosened his clothes or showed any pity, leaving marks of bruises on her skin, his gaze both scorching and icy.
When Wen Qingyu woke up, her whole body felt like it had fallen apart.
Though she had been controlled by the aphrodisiac last night, she remembered that absurd scene clearly. Her clothes were already put on, the chains on her feet had been removed, but the ones on her hands remained.
The golden chain was dozens of meters long, allowing only limited movement within the room.
This time of escape had completely stripped Wen Qingyu of her freedom; outside the door, Yan Zhi Xi had stationed shadow guards to watch over her. Any slight movement from her would prompt the guards to appear.
Once, when she accidentally broke a cup and bent down to pick up the shards, a shadow guard dressed in dark clothing and wearing a leather helmet suddenly burst through the window and struck her pressure point.
The tense posture made Wen Qingyu laugh. "Don't be nervous, I'm not looking for death."
The shadow guard looked at her for a moment, then released her pressure points and jumped out of the window.
After that night, Yan Zhi Xi never came to Chenyu Palace again.
As spring warmed up, the maidservants had already changed into light clothing. Wen Qingyu still wrapped herself in a thick cloak, with charcoal burning at her feet.
With each blood transfusion, most of the poison in Wen Ruxue's body had transferred to hers. She became increasingly sensitive to the cold, and her spirit deteriorated day by day.
The only consolation was that her declining health dulled her sense of pain; she no longer felt suffering from soaking in medicinal baths.
One day, she leaned against the window, watching the budding leaves under the warm spring sunlight. She recalled the time when she and Wen Zhao used to play music with leaves, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
She picked up a broken leaf that had fallen under the window and blew on it, but no sound came out.
Wen Qingyu sighed softly, filled with disappointment.
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