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"Lin Xinyue, your sister is truly a shameless little whore." His voice was filled with sarcasm and anger. "First, she climbed into my bed, then into my father's! And now she's become that fake man's woman."
I was taken aback; the Third Prince's words revealed his unstable state of mind. I tried to calm my emotions and responded in as steady a tone as possible, "Your Highness, you misunderstand. My sister..."
"Misunderstand?" The Third Prince interrupted me, his gaze growing darker. "Not a single daughter from the Minister's Residence is worth anything!"
I realized that arguing with him would do me no good and could only try to guide him to let me go. "Your Highness, I am different from my sister. I—"
However, before I could finish my sentence, the Third Prince suddenly erupted in fury. He swung his hand violently, and a guard approached with a long whip in hand.
"Strike her!" The Third Prince's voice was cold and cruel.
I struggled to make my voice sound firm. "Your Highness, you cannot treat me this way!"
The Third Prince sneered, "Cannot? I want to see just how tough Jian Ming's woman can be!"
The whip cracked against my shoulder.
It hurt. One lash, two lashes, three lashes... My wedding dress was stained red with blood.
"Lin Xinyue, I can't stand women like you. If you were to submit willingly, perhaps I might spare you."
I bit my lip tightly and remained silent.
The Third Prince's menacing tone commanded the guard, "Bring me wine and needles! I want to carve my name on her chest!"
Despair washed over me as I closed my eyes, waiting for fate's judgment.
A familiar voice rang out: "Your Highness, stop!"
Jian Ming's voice was icy. "Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?"
The Third Prince seemed somewhat wary of Jian Ming; his voice turned hesitant. "Jian Ming, your woman..."
"She is my wife!" Jian Ming's anger interrupted him directly. The Third Prince's expression turned ugly; he snorted coldly and turned to leave the stone prison.
He hurriedly untied the ropes binding me, gently caressing my cheek. "Xinyue, I'm sorry I'm late." I leaned into his embrace and fainted.
When I woke up again, I saw Jian Ming sitting by the bed, his face heavy with concern. His eyes were filled with guilt and self-reproach.
"Jian Ming..." I called out softly, trying to reach out to touch his face, but the pain in my body made my movements clumsy.
Hearing my voice, he immediately turned his head, a glimmer of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Xinyue, you're awake." His voice was hoarse.
The pain twisted my expression. "I'm fine; don't blame yourself."
Jian Ming gently held my hand. "It's my fault; I didn't protect you well."
I shook my head. "I knew I shouldn't have gone; I worried you."
At that moment, Lin Jiaorui was brought before Jian Ming. She knelt on the ground, looking pitiful.
"Grand Tutor, I know I was wrong. I'm willing to be your concubine; all I ask is for you to spare my life," Lin Jiaorui's voice trembled with tears.
Jian Ming looked at her coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion. "You aren't even worthy of carrying shoes for her."
Lin Jiaorui's face instantly turned pale, her eyes filled with despair. "Grand Tutor, I truly know I was wrong. I'm willing to accept any punishment; I just ask for a chance."
"A chance? When you forced Xinyue to marry in her place, did you ever give her a chance? Now, how dare you come to me begging for mercy?"
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