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His touch brought a glimmer of light to the unconscious Wushuang. Before her stood her beloved General Longze. Without hesitation, she rushed towards him, embracing him tightly, unwilling to let him leave her side.
Reality is reality; dreams are merely dreams...
Wushuang suddenly sat up and tightly hugged Rafas, who was sitting by the bed. Her delicate arms wrapped around his neck, her cheek nestled against his shoulder as she cried out, "Don't leave me... Please don't leave me. Even if I die, I want to die with you..."
Rafas was momentarily stunned by her sudden action. It was the first time she had been so proactive in embracing him. Her pitiful expression and tear-streaked face made all men, including him, unable to bear hurting her.
He tightened his arms, holding the beauty close. Wushuang was still lost in her dream, believing that the man she held was Longze. His broad and comfortable chest made her long to possess him entirely.
"Hold me tight... I'm so scared alone. Don't leave me... Wuwuwu... please don't leave Shuang'er behind, okay, General?" Wushuang clung to him dependently, but the last word "General" caused a storm cloud to gather on Rafas's face.
Just a moment ago, Rafas had been contemplating how to punish her! But at this moment, his mind had already reached a conclusion. He tightened his embrace again and whispered hotly in her ear, "Don't worry, Wushuang... I will never abandon you. Even if I die, I will take you with me to hell!"
That chilling voice was definitely not General Longze!
Wushuang suddenly opened her tear-filled eyes and pushed the man in front of her away. What met her gaze was the blinding Silver Mask, which emitted a dazzling light that jolted all her senses back to reality.
"How can it be you? Where is my General Longze? Where did he go... Didn't he come to take me away..." Wushuang looked around the familiar room, feeling her heart sink as she struggled to accept this reality and tried to get out of bed.
At that moment, Rafas was in a precarious situation, but the despondent Wushuang was completely unaware of it. She shouted Longze's name, insisting on finding him.
Rafas's expression grew darker and darker. In his fury, he looked as grim as death itself. The belt that had bound her wrists when he brought her back lay quietly at the head of the bed. Watching the woman before him call out another man's name made his large hand clench into a fist with a creaking sound. He pulled her close and released his fist, delivering an angry slap across her cheek... slap!
In his rage, Rafas didn't care whether her frail body could withstand it. The slap carried all his anger and struck heavily against her delicate face, leaving Wushuang dizzy and feeling a fiery pain on her left cheek. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she stumbled and fell beside the bed.
Covering her aching cheek with one hand, that slap extinguished all hope within her. Last night, she had seen the jade pendant shatter in mid-air from something he unleashed; its fragments fell to the ground incomplete. She wanted to pick them up but was firmly held by him and dragged into the grass. Her only hope shattered—General Longze disappeared, and the protective jade pendant broke; what was left for her to live for?
She lay silently on the carpet. Rafas looked at her current state with immense frustration. He crouched down and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him with those blood-red eyes glaring fiercely as he asked, "What is your relationship with Longze? Is he your lover?"
"So what if he is? So what if he isn't? That has nothing to do with you, beast! But since you're so eager to know, I'll tell you: If it weren't for my Great Yan Kingdom being breached, I would be General Longze's General's Wife!" Wushuang's eyes burned with hatred; at this moment, she no longer had any desire for survival. She just wanted to tell him the truth; ideally, he would kill her in a fit of rage so she could be free.
"Despicable woman..." Rafas's anger had reached its peak. He let go of her hair, kicked her hard, and picked up the leather belt from the bedside, swinging it down mercilessly onto her.
"Ah... ah!" He exerted all his strength, swinging the belt in mid-air, striking her repeatedly. The pain was so intense that Yan Wushuang wanted to grit her teeth and suppress her cries, but it was unbearable.
The thin silk nightgown offered no protection against the force of the blows. Her fair skin was covered in bruises, blood seeping through the nightgown and staining it red. Her arms, back, and calves bore the marks of his assault. When Shouya and Faisal arrived and saw the scene before them, they rushed forward to stop his swinging arm.
"Rafas, stop hitting her! She's barely hanging on!" As Faisal, a brother who had fought alongside Rafas, grabbed his arm, Shouya immediately checked on Wushuang, who lay motionless on the carpet.
Rafas had been blinded by rage, his eyes bloodshot and terrifying. The face behind the mask was ashen with fury. If not for Faisal and Shouya intervening in time, he might have killed her today.
Looking at the bloodied woman on the ground, Rafas's consciousness slowly returned. Who was she? How did she end up in his room?
Shouya carefully checked her breathing; it was weak and intermittent, as if it could stop at any moment. The sight of her battered body made it hard for him to speak. What had this beautiful woman done to deserve such treatment from Rafas?
"Shouya, how is that woman?" Faisal had managed to restrain the furious Rafas, but looking at the bloodied woman on the ground, he feared there was no hope left.
Shouya frowned with concern, shaking his head as he replied, "She’s probably not going to make it!"
As Rafas looked at the blood-soaked woman while listening to Shouya, a delicate and alluring face flashed through his mind. A wave of inexplicable fear surged within him; for the first time in many years, he felt a fear of loss. But this strange feeling was quickly overshadowed by the reality of the situation, prompting him to shout an order: "Save her! I want you to save her immediately! If she dies, everyone in this castle will pay for it!"
Faisal watched this man beside him go mad; just moments ago he had beaten her so brutally, yet now he demanded she be kept alive. His behavior was contradictory; even after knowing him for so long, he still couldn't understand what went on in his mind.
Without needing to be told twice, Shouya would do everything possible to save her. However, the extent of her injuries was severe; he could only imagine what kind of situation Rafas had put her in.
He carried her to the bed; with wounds all over her back, Shouya didn't dare let her lie down completely but instead allowed her to rest on her stomach. Fortunately, she had been lying on the floor earlier and hadn't sustained injuries from the lashes on her front. For convenience's sake, Rafas immediately summoned the best female surgeon from Las Vegas City. After all, Yan Wushuang was a woman and his woman; no other man could see her body— not even Shouya.
With her injuries too severe for hospital observation or treatment, Rafas brought all necessary medical equipment from the hospital into this room. The atmosphere was tense as the female surgeon looked at the horrific wounds and felt deep sympathy for her.
Carefully cleaning her wounds while fearing to cause her pain, Rafas, worried she might not endure it, instructed Shouya to administer anesthesia so she could rest quietly for a while.
Her life was saved, but with wounds covering her body, recovery would take more than just a day or two. Sitting on the leather sofa in his study, Rafas thought about her pale face devoid of color. His palm clenched suddenly as he muttered deep within himself, "This is what happens when you betray and defy me!"
"Knock, knock, knock..." Faisal entered after knocking on the door. Shouya was busy taking care of the woman in the room, and he couldn't help much. When he turned around, she had vanished.
"Sharl, do you really believe she is from the ancient world of A Thousand Years Ago?" Rafas recalled the scene he had witnessed at the mountain top and took out the pieces of jade he had shattered to examine them closely.
Faisal picked up one of the pieces from the table and looked at it before meeting Rafas's gaze. "This is a rare piece of Ancient Jade. Look at its texture and color; they are quite uncommon. I heard about what happened last night. Regardless of whether she truly comes from A Thousand Years Ago, she is special."
Rafas scrutinized the jade piece. In fact, he had already believed her words last night; she was indeed a princess of the Great Yan Kingdom. However, since she had become his woman, unless she died, even in death, he would still imprison her soul, burying her deep within this ancient castle.
Was it Wushuang's fortune or misfortune to encounter such a sinister and possessive man?
At this moment, Wushuang was still suffering in agony, covered in bloodstains, quietly lying on the bed. With her weak breathing, she had to turn her face to wear an oxygen mask to facilitate her breathing.
All the medical staff waited outside for her to wake up, none daring to leave. From morning until now, Yan Wushuang had been in a coma for nearly ten hours. She looked just as she did during the rescue earlier that morning—quietly asleep...
Rafas approached her side, looking at her frail face. He leaned down and threateningly whispered in her ear, " Wushuang, if you don't wake up soon, I'll smash this broken jade pendant into pieces and kill everyone who has come into contact with you!"
His words rang like a bolt of lightning in the clear sky. The effects of the anesthetic in Yan Wushuang's body had long since worn off, yet she remained unwilling to awaken in her subconscious mind. She felt so tired and exhausted; every part of her ached terribly...
Everyone was driven out by Rafas; he despised others disturbing his peace. Wushuang seemed to have caught a glimpse of the deceased Empress in her coma as her long eyelashes fluttered slightly. This subtle change caught Rafas's keen eye. He leaned closer to her face and noticed her slightly furrowed brow—she was beginning to wake up slowly.
"Ugh... it hurts... it hurts..." After the anesthesia wore off, all her sensory nerves began to feel again. Although her wounds had been treated as best as possible, the excruciating pain still made her sob faintly.
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