The anger burned to the core of his heart, and Amul pushed hard with his feet.
There was a crisp sound of "crack" and the injured leg was broken by him.
Zhao Litang turned pale with pain and lost consciousness and passed out.
When he woke up again, he was not locked up in the previous prison, but was still lying in the big bed in the tent.
Zhao Litang moved his body. The wound on his leg had been bandaged at some point, and the broken part should have been reconnected, but it still hurt a lot when he moved a little.
He propped himself up and sat up, trying to get out of bed, but he found that there was a long, thick chain around his ankles, tied to the pillar beside the bed, like a tethered animal. His range of movement was limited to the reach of the chain.
Zhao Litang chuckled and fell back into bed.
Amul was really provoking and humiliating him all the time, just to crush his pride and dignity under his feet.
Someone came in from outside the tent, and Zhao Litang immediately closed his eyes again.
The man covered the lower half of his face, wrapped himself tightly, and tiptoed to the bedside.
Zhao Litang felt someone touching his injured leg. The movement was so light and gentle that it caused almost no pain.
He suddenly reached out, grabbed the man's wrist, and then opened his eyes.
The person in front of him had a veil-like cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of red and swollen eyes, and a red mark under the corner of his eye, shaped like a crescent moon.
A Lanyue, who was captured, was obviously shocked. He thought the general was still unconscious, but he didn't expect that the general had already woken up.
"What are you doing here?" Zhao Litang said in a very bad tone, with a hint of sarcasm and contempt, "A whole night, isn't that enough?"
He suddenly stood up, pulled the person in front of him into his arms, and then roughly tore off the gauze on his face.
A Lanyue wanted to raise his hands to block, but Zhao Litang twisted his hands behind his back with one hand.
There were some bruises on the originally fair little face, the skin at the corner of the lips was bitten, and there was a circle of red marks on the slender neck. The eyes were now full of mist, and she looked at Zhao Litang with fear.
Zhao Litang ran his fingers along the collar of his shirt and opened it, and saw the ambiguous marks all over his collarbone and the body below. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and then he closed his shirt again.
Last night, under the influence of alcohol, and perhaps some kind of madness and restlessness that came from nowhere, Zhao Litang seemed like a different person, with a hard heart and a hard body.
But now that he was conscious, and seeing the beastly things he had done, Zhao Litang unconsciously loosened his grip on his hand.
Thinking of the bloodstains on **'s body and what Amul said about him being seriously injured, the marks on his body really did look like he was covered in scars.
"Where is bleeding?" Zhao Litang suddenly asked in a low voice.
Alan Yue shrank back, her voice trembling, "No, no."
Zhao Litang knew that he wouldn't say it, so he slid his fingers into the gap between his waist and slowly rubbed his back.
The person in his arms suddenly stiffened and begged, "General... no... don't... it hurts..."
As she spoke, hot tears began to drip from the corners of her eyes, wetting her long eyelashes and her body trembled.
"You know it hurts, but you still come to me?" Zhao Litang was dissatisfied with the strange emotions in his heart, and deliberately said cruelly, "I can make you feel more pain. If you are not afraid, just come to me. I will make you feel pain every time I see you."
The stinging pain from behind made Alan Yue raise her neck slightly. She was pressed in someone's arms and could not struggle to move. She could only sob softly.
This sound attracted the attention of the soldiers outside the tent, and someone asked outside, "Prince Alanyue, are you okay?"
Alan Yue opened his mouth and was about to speak, but his lips and tongue were suddenly sealed, bringing in a cold and strong breath, forcing him to accept it all and swallow it.
"You know how to answer." Zhao Litang let go of his lips, pressed his nose tightly against his, and stared at his bright red lips with dark eyes. The wound at the corner of his lips had just bled a little, embellishing his pale little face with a ghostly and enchanting look.
“I… I’m fine… You… are not allowed to come in…” A Lanyue’s voice was very soft, and her breathing was extremely shallow.
The soldiers outside finally stopped moving again.
The fingers buried in the body began to collide even more wildly. Alan Yue's hands had been released. He felt powerless all over and lay on the solid and strong chest, clutching the robe of the person in front of him tightly.
"No... No more... Let me go... Please... Please... Let me go..."
A Lanyue didn't dare to moan, biting her lips and enduring it with difficulty.
There is only pain, no joy or pleasure, only endless pain.
"Let go? But you were clearly biting very tightly and didn't want me to leave."
Zhao Litang leaned close to her fair and delicate earlobe and chuckled, "Anyway, we're already married. I'm your husband, and it's only natural for me to do this to you. Besides, you forced me to marry you because you wanted me. Now that I've given myself to you, you're asking me to let you go..."
Zhao Litang had untied the clothes that separated the two of them at some point, then picked the person up and pressed him hard.
“…I can’t let go anymore.”
A Lanyue suddenly felt pain all over her body, she leaned on Zhao Litang's shoulder and breathed heavily, tears falling down like beads from a broken string.
Every move Zhao Litang made was extremely fierce and heavy, wanting to smash this small body into pieces and melt it into a warm current that penetrated all around.
Limbs and bones.
The more she cried and begged for mercy, the more she kissed and hugged me in a clingy and flattering manner, the more I couldn't stop, and the more I wanted for more.
Until later, Zhao Litang had forgotten the purpose of his doing this.
After everything calmed down, Zhao Litang lay back on the bed, and the person lying in front of him also lay down with him.
A Lanyue didn't even have the strength to raise her hands. She collapsed on Zhao Litang, still sobbing.
When he was crying hard just now, Zhao Litang kissed away the tears on his face, and then made him cry even harder.
He had never heard the general say such... such obscene words...
He was ashamed, annoyed and scared. No matter how the general forced him to speak, he was determined not to say a word, but sobs and groans always escaped from his throat.
Then his voice went hoarse.
Zhao Litang was lying there with his eyes closed. The person on top of him didn't weigh much, so he didn't fall over.
"General..."
A weak and hoarse call came to my ears, as soft as the voice of a weak kitten.
Zhao Litang did not respond.
"Does your leg... still hurt..."
She actually still cared about his legs, even though the pain in her own body was obviously unbearable.
"I didn't... I didn't mean to not come to see you... My brother told me before he went to the battlefield... He, he actually broke your leg..."
A Lanyue paused and said in a tearful voice, "General... How will I ride a horse in the future..."
Zhao Litang frowned, and a feeling of sourness and swelling spread in his heart.
He raised his hand to cover the person's mouth, not wanting to hear any more words of concern from him, but suddenly he felt a tingling, wet and sticky feeling in the palm of his hand.
Zhao Litang took his hand away and saw some crystal clear saliva on the ugly scar on the palm of his hand.
This scar was left when Amul pierced his palm with a dagger, and it has now left an indelible scar forever.
The feeling just now was like someone kissing his scar.
“General… I’m sorry…” The person lying on his body apologized softly, “I’m telling you on behalf of my brother… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
A Lanyue couldn't finish his words because he saw Zhao Litang suddenly raised his hand and licked the palm of his hand.
Then the world spun around, the two of them flipped upside down, and he was pinned down.
During the days when Amul was on the battlefield, there were not many soldiers left in the barracks, but most of them were sent to guard the tent where Zhao Litang was.
"He won't run away."
Amul left these words before he left.
Zhao Litang did not run away again. He had a broken leg, scars all over his body, and an unbreakable bond with his marriage.
He couldn't just go back to the Celestial Empire like that.
A Lanyue still came to see him every day. Sometimes she would stay overnight in this tent, and sometimes she would not. Sometimes shameful noises would be heard in the tent during the day, but the soldiers guarding it would just ignore them and pretend not to know.
After all, they are already husband and wife, so even if they do something during the day, it is not for them to find out.
Zhao Litang can be very rude at times and gentle at other times, but after being gentle he will become even more vicious.
The more he didn't allow himself to be soft-hearted and compromise with Alan Yue, the more he would involuntarily slow down, be gentler, and want to kiss him.
When Zhao Litang finds out that he has really done this, he will get angry and want to escape, hiding all the tenderness he has shown in brutal and bad actions.
A Lanyue endured everything that happened to him. When Zhao Litang held her in his arms, she would cry and call him "General". She would say that her life belonged to her and that if it weren't for her, she would have died long ago. If she wanted her life, she could take it. She was willing.
Zhao Litang replied viciously, "Then I want you to give me your life right now!"
Then he grabbed the neck of the man under him with such force that it seemed as if he really wanted to strangle him to death on the bed.
A Lanyue would not struggle or shout. In fact, if he had just shouted, the soldiers guarding outside the tent would have rushed in and subdued Zhao Litang.
But he didn't want that. He knew the general had been living in pain, but wasn't he also in pain
He was being pulled to both sides by his two closest relatives, and he was crying and feeling so sad that he almost died.
It would be great if he could really die at the hands of the general and eliminate his hatred for his brother.
He would also leave a last wish to his brother, begging him to spare the general.
His brother loves him so much, he should obey his last wish.