Qi Changyi was pulled out of his dream by a strong force and fell directly onto the cold ground. He subconsciously supported himself with his palms, and the wound that had finally stopped bleeding was torn open, staining the gauze red.
He opened his eyes hazily, and Pei Zheng, who was standing in front of him, had half of his face hidden in the darkness, leaving only a pair of cold eyes without a trace of warmth exposed.
Pei Zheng leaned forward and lifted the little guy's chin, looking at his face in the dim moonlight. His fair forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat because of the pain.
The little guy moved his nose slightly and sniffed gently. The strong smell of alcohol instantly made him frown.
Pei Zheng caught this subtle expression, and a coldness in his eyes instantly swept over him.
"Where are the people? Why haven't they been sent here yet?"
Some furious voices were heard, and the guards who were standing at the door, stunned and not daring to make any rash moves, hurriedly brought in something clanging.
Pei Zheng flicked his fingers, and the little guy fell to the ground exhausted.
"Tie him up."
Qi Changyi, who was lying on the ground, was lifted up directly. The heavy and hard chain was wrapped around his fair and thin arms several times and then tightened.
"Forehead… "
Qi Changyi groaned in a muffled voice, which was heard by Pei Zheng who was standing beside him. He asked angrily, "Didn't you say you could endure pain? Can't you endure this little bit of pain?"
Qi Changyi bit his lips. Pei Zheng's face now looked eerie and terrifying. He had only been nice to her these days, so how could she have forgotten his true nature
The essence of Pei Zheng is nothing more than a power-seeker who is cruel, violent and murderous by any means necessary.
But Brother Pei was clearly not like this before.
"Brother Pei, what's wrong with you..."
Qi Changyi's hands were tied to the wooden pillars on both sides of the bed. He no longer cared about his palms that were dripping with blood, and his eyes were red.
Pei Zhengqing stepped forward, pinched his chin and said, "What's wrong with me? I'm fine. I also want to ask you, why don't you listen to me? Huh? Why don't you listen to me?"
Tears rolled down Qi Changyi's eyes, "I know I was wrong, I won't run around anymore, I will be a good boy..."
Pei Zheng seemed not to hear what he said at all. He suddenly pulled out the brocade belt from around his waist and raised his hand to hit the little man's body.
The brocade belt is slender and soft, and will not cause any scars when it is hit on the body, but the pain is not reduced at all, and it only leaves a series of swollen red marks, which are easy to heal.
"I just can't tame him. He's always against me!" Pei Zheng raised his hand and hit him hard a few more times. "The promise I made is gone in the blink of an eye!"
Pei Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, his consciousness had long been numbed by the alcohol, and he just cared about venting his anger.
"Is it true? Is it true that you, the imperial family, are born heartless and disloyal? Well, then I will be even more ruthless and cold-blooded than you!"
The sound of whipping rang out again. Qi Changyi tightened his arms, his lower lip was bitten and bleeding, his face was covered with tear marks, and his suppressed crying made people tremble in their hearts.
Pei Zheng stopped what he was doing when he heard the faint sound of crying. No, no, the cold and arrogant chosen one would not cry like this, and would not beg him in such a disrespectful way.
Throwing away the jade belt, Pei Zheng stared closely at those eyes that were sparkling with pearls, as if he wanted to see the truth in his face. He was gloomy and silent.
His mind flashed back to that cold snowy night when the young master in a golden robe gave an order and he had a near-death experience. He had remembered that look of disgust and hatred for so many years.
The inner demons devoured him like crazy. Pei Zheng suddenly reached out and grabbed Qi Changyi's neck. With his other hand, he tore open the little guy's clothes, revealing his thin white collarbone.
It is like a piece of pure white jade, eye-catching in the darkness.
His hands gradually tightened and he heard an uncomfortable whimpering sound. He leaned closer and gently touched the protruding bone of the collarbone with the tip of his tongue.
Then he suddenly opened his mouth and bit the thin skin. Even after tasting the blood, he did not let go and kept biting until the blood rolled down the skin.
Pei Zheng raised his head and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
The neat bite mark below the collarbone was like a gorgeous blooming flower, leaving a permanent mark.
After swallowing the blood in his mouth, Pei Zheng's vision finally became clearer, but the little guy in front of him had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
Pinching his eyebrows hard, Pei Zheng felt a splitting headache, as if thousands of bugs were devouring and biting his brain. He stepped back a little and saw the messy bed and the sheets that were half stained with blood.
His heart skipped a few beats anxiously. Pei Zheng hurriedly patted the little guy's cheek and called out, "Your Highness, Your Highness?"
The person who would have responded to me with a smile in the past now remains motionless.
"Someone come!" Pei Zheng said anxiously, "Call Dr. Jiang!"
While waiting for Jiang Yubai to arrive, Pei Zheng ordered his men to release Qi Changyi's wrist, but the secret guard's hands were shaking like a sieve due to Pei Zheng's sinister gaze and he couldn't free himself.
Pei Zheng was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked the man away, "Get out of here, useless thing."
Then he began to untie Qi Changyi himself, his hands shaking slightly.
Finally, the heavy chain was taken off and thrown aside heavily. The pampered little boy's wrist was covered with red, swollen and broken scars.
Qi Changyi was gently placed on the bed. His tightly closed eyes showed no sign of opening.
At this time, the moonlight gradually faded and the sky was already slightly bright.
When Chengfeng and Jiang Yubai hurried over, Pei Zheng was sitting beside the bed, holding the little guy's hand and staring at him closely.
"Master," Cheng Feng saluted, "Doctor Jiang has arrived, and you should prepare to go to court."
Pei Zheng's eyelids moved. He looked at the two people standing upright in the outer hall, then he finally stood up and walked out.
When he walked past Jiang Yubai, the strong smell of alcohol almost made Jiang Yubai faint.
Did this gentleman fall into the wine jar
"Master Pei." Jiang Yubai called him and handed him a pill. "Take it before going to court. It will help you get rid of the hangover."
Pei Zheng took the toss and glanced at the quiet inner hall, "There's trouble inside." Then he said to Cheng Feng, "Stay here and wait until the person wakes up before leaving."
The hall then became quiet again.
Jiang Yubai was obviously relieved. He walked towards the inner hall carrying the medical box while complaining, "There are so many doctors in the Imperial Hospital. I don't know why Pei Zheng likes me. I know so many of his secrets. I hope he won't be killed one day..."
As soon as he stepped into the inner hall, Jiang Yubai smelled some residual alcohol and the smell of blood and rust in the air.
His heart tightened and he quickly walked to the bed, gasping for air.
With so much blood and so many scars, how much pain must the little prince be in to make him faint from the pain