For a moment, the world was silent. No one dared to breathe and stared blankly at the erotic scene in the room.
Zhao Pei turned her head with difficulty, and saw the eyes that carried the bone-chilling frost like a sharp sword piercing straight into her chest. The cold gaze froze her, and even the air around her was gradually sucked away. At that moment, she couldn't breathe, and her whole body was cold.
Xiao Yi watched all this, veins popping out on his forehead, his Adam's apple tumbling, his hands clenched into fists in his wide sleeves. Under his furious and fierce gaze, Zhao Pei was unable to explain.
"Xu Zhaopei, I thought you were infatuated. I didn't expect you were just a lonely idiot." His voice was cold, like a sharp ice blade piercing into her heart. Zhaopei couldn't say anything, but stared at him. The moment he said this, Zhaopei felt like she was suddenly pushed into an abyss.
She thought he understood her.
No matter what, Zhao Pei always thought so. She thought Xiao Yi understood her, her sadness and her thoughts. But now he didn't believe her at all.
At that moment, Zhao Pei's heart suddenly turned cold, and she felt that right and wrong were no longer important at that moment.
He Hui immediately knelt down and kowtowed heavily, saying: "My Lord, this matter has nothing to do with the princess. It is all my fault. I was bewildered for a moment..."
"Shut up!" Xiao Yi shouted, looking at him sideways. He Hui knelt down and stood up straight, looking at him firmly. Xiao Yi saw this and snorted coldly, "Someone come! Drag this lowly slave out and give him eighty strokes of the cane!" He Hui trembled slightly when he heard this. Eighty strokes of the cane would be fatal. But no one begged for mercy. Begging for mercy now would be like seeking death.
Soon He Hui was carried out by two servants. He did not struggle but murmured as he passed by Xiao Yi: "Please Your Majesty, please be wise and do not wrongly accuse the princess." Xiao Yi ignored him and stared at Zhao Pei who was struggling on the couch with a smile. He turned around and left without saying another word.
The crowd left, and the world fell silent again. Zhao Pei suddenly smiled mockingly, "Thank you, Xia Qingyao." She gritted her teeth and said these words. Ruhua stumbled in from outside, and saw Zhao Pei trying to get out of bed by holding onto the edge of the couch, so she hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
"Miss, are you okay? What happened? How could this happen..." Ruhua heard the commotion and rumors when she came out of Hanzhen's room.
Zhao Pei's legs were weak and she trembled with every step. She had no time to answer her bombardment of questions, so she waved her hands and said, "I want to take a bath... I want cold water."
Ruhua felt her body was hot and cold, shivering constantly. She responded immediately and ran out. Zhaopei rarely saw Ruhua move so quickly, and soon she and Ziye came in carrying a bathtub. Zhaopei moved tremblingly behind the screen, and Ruhua helped her take off her clothes while cursing: "It must be those bitches who did it!"
Zhao Pei had already submerged herself in the water, and the coolness immediately swept over her body, taking away some of the heat. There was another commotion at the door, and Han Zhen's voice was faintly heard: "Mother! Mother!"
Zhao Pei listened to her screams and tears fell uncontrollably. Through the screen, she vaguely saw Han Zhen had already walked into the room, and she quickly shouted, "Zi Ye, take her away."
Ziye grabbed Hanzhen's arm and dragged her out without saying a word, ignoring her kicking and kicking. "Mom! Let me go, I want to see you!" The sound of her struggle was shut out of the door and gradually faded away.
Ruhua breathed a sigh of relief, and just as she was about to speak, Zhaopei held her hands tightly. She curled up in the bathtub, clinging to Ruhua like a life-saving straw, her voice choking with sobs and sadness: "Ruhua, he doesn't believe me... I feel so bad..."
Ruhua felt a pain in her heart, and she couldn't help but reach out and stroke her black hair that was dyed with mist, as if this could bring her some comfort. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
The night was as cool as water, and in the dimness it was bone-chillingly cold. On such a night, the palace was completely silent, without a single sound.
The light in the study had been on for most of the night. The dim light reflected his frowning expression. Qiao Yu hesitated at the door for a while, mustered up his courage and walked in, saying respectfully, "Your Majesty, the eighty strokes have been completed."
The man's expression was indifferent, without a ripple, and he asked calmly, "How is the person?"
Qiao Yu lowered his eyes and replied carefully: "There is still a breath. Your Highness, what you mean is..."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yi sneered and dropped the scroll in his hand: "He is lucky. Well, let's find someone to treat him." He is still useful.
Qiao Yu responded, and seeing that Xiao Yi didn't say anything, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and retreated respectfully. He didn't dare to breathe any more in such a cold and oppressive air. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a woman in a water blue dress walking towards him gracefully, with a charming smile and a fragrance in her demeanor. Qiao Yu stared at her coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Xia Qingyao smiled and said, "The prince is in there, right?"
Qiao Yu said coldly: "Madam, I'm afraid it's not convenient for her to come in now." Just as he finished speaking, the person in the room suddenly said: "Let her in."
Xia Qingyao raised her eyebrows, looked at him with a smug look, turned around and pushed the door open. Qiao Yu was left standing there, rolling his eyes and looking angry. What an arrogant woman, what a... stupid woman.
Xiao Yi had stood up from his seat, slowly walked to the window and stared at a painting on the wall, which was the "Lotus Picking Ode" written by himself a long time ago. Xia Qingyao stood beside him gracefully, kneeling gently to salute. As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was enough to drown people in infinite tenderness: "Your Highness, please go to bed early. It's already the second watch, and it's not good for your health."
His gaze still stayed on the poem, and he said coldly: "How can you sleep when something like this happened in the mansion?" After that, he slowly turned around and stared at her with a burning gaze.
Xia Qingyao met his sharp eyes, and was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said: "I am also very sad that something like this happened in the mansion. I never thought that my sister would do such a shameful thing. It's really hard to judge a person by his appearance. It's hard for the prince to treat her so well."
Xiao Yi listened and suddenly couldn't help but sneer: "What you said is true, but there is only one thing wrong."
Xia Qingyao looked up at him, and suddenly felt that his eyes were shining with some strange light, four parts cold, three parts urging, two parts ruthlessness, and one part mockery. "You think you are too smart, or you think I am too stupid." The cold words hit Xia Qingyao. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond. Under such a threatening gaze, it was inevitable that she was confused. Her heart was hanging in the air, and she murmured: "Prince..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, she was slapped. At that moment, the world was silent, she felt her whole brain was roaring, her whole body had no strength, and her heart fell into an ice cellar in an instant. He only used 70% of his strength in that palm, but it made her unable to tell east from west and north from east, and she fell softly on the polished marble floor.
The delicate body fell to the ground like an autumn leaf, and the jade hairpin fell and shattered the moment it touched the ground. The long black hair then fell down, like a blooming black dahlia, which made her face look even paler and more transparent. Xiao Yi had no intention of appreciating such a scene, and said coldly, "Remember your identity. Get out!"
The last word brought with it the anger that had accumulated in her heart, and the tears in Xia Qingyao's eyes finally fell. She bit her lips tightly and dared not speak anymore. She stood up hastily and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She trembled and fled in embarrassment, holding on to the wall. The broken jade hairpin lay quietly on the marble floor, as if it was announcing the unspeakable fact in an extremely arrogant way.
Xiao Yi looked at it for a while, but was so stunned by the cold light of the jade that he didn't want to look at it anymore.
This night was destined to be restless. Just as Xia Qingyao left, the door was pushed open again. Xiao Yi was wondering why Qiao Yu didn't say much, but when he looked sideways, he was stunned. (To be continued)