It was completely dark outside and the air was freezing cold.
Qi Changyi's whole body was numb from the cold. His eyes were slightly red and swollen, and he could no longer shed tears. He still kept hugging his knees with his head resting softly on them, curled up into a small ball, and huddled in the corner.
He didn't know what to do or where to go. He couldn't go back to the palace, and he didn't want to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The world is so big, but he has no home.
"Hey, whose little beauty is this? Why are you sitting here? Don't you know that this is the brothers' territory?"
—A somewhat obscene voice was heard, and several dark shadows gradually approached the corner.
Qi Changyi slowly raised his head, and when he saw a few malicious hooligans standing in front of him, he shrank back in fear.
Those people saw the tear-stained little face hidden behind the black hair and they all gasped.
"Such a beautiful girl, who would have the heart to make you sad and cry? Can't you find your way home? Come, come into your brother's warm embrace."
The leading gangster came over, squatted down, and lifted his chin with his fingertips.
The delicate and fair little face was slightly raised in the dim light, the corners of the eyes were red, with crystal tears, and she looked pitiful.
"She's so damn good-looking! Come here, guys, take this little beauty away from me!"
The man's eyes glowed green with excitement and he waved to the people behind him.
Qi Changyi was extremely scared. He knew these were not good people. He reached out to knock the hand off his chin and hugged his knees tightly.
"You, what are you going to do..."
"Oh, it turns out to be a man. No problem, no problem. We have done everything and have plenty of experience. Don't be afraid, my little beauty. I guarantee you will be so comfortable in a while, hahaha..."
The few people behind also came forward with laughter, their faces full of lust. One of them held Qi Changyi's arm and dragged him up from the ground.
Several people pinched Qi Changyi's arm with too much force and it hurt a lot. He took a deep breath, which filled his stomach with cold air. He suddenly started coughing violently, and tears started streaming down his face again.
"What's going on? Is he still a sickly person?"
One of them said in fear, "Don't tell me there's something wrong with him. He looks like a wealthy family. Don't let us get into trouble."
Another strong and muscular man was dissatisfied.
"What are you afraid of? It's so dark, who can tell that it was us who did it? Besides, I think this little beauty's brain is not very good. She must be a fool. I'm afraid she doesn't even understand what we did to her."
"I, I'm not stupid, I know what you are going to do, you are bad guys, you want to kidnap me..."
A bloody taste surged into Qi Changyi's throat as he coughed, and he felt that all his internal organs were very cold, as if they were frozen.
"You, do you want money? I have a lot of money, I can give you money, can you let me go?"
Qi Changyi looked at those people with tears in his eyes.
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at how pitiful she is crying! Stop crying, the brothers want both money and people. How about this, you pay the money, and the brothers will just spend a night with you, how about that?"
After saying that, several hooligans burst into laughter. A man standing next to Qi Changyi couldn't help himself and reached out to pinch the fair and smooth little face. The delicate skin was so delicate that it seemed to be fragile and was very attractive.
Several people dragged him roughly and walked deeper into the alley.
Qi Changyi was pulled hard with great force, leaving him no room to struggle. His eyes revealed his fragility and helplessness.
"I, I am a prince, I live in the palace, you can't do this to me, my father will not forgive you..."
As soon as these words were spoken, several people suddenly stopped in their tracks, stared at Qi Changyi for a long while, and then burst into laughter.
"You, did you hear what he said? He said he was a prince. It was so funny. Is there such a stupid prince?"
"If you are a prince, I am the emperor, and I am your father! You come to serve your father, isn't this natural?"
"Ha ha ha ha"
The few of them walked and laughed until they reached the corner of the alley, which was some distance away from the street. Even if they shouted loudly, no one would probably hear them.
The moonlight was faint, shining into the deep alley.
The leading gangster suddenly pushed Qi Changyi hard from behind. His body suddenly became lighter and he slammed into the wall in front of him, hitting his head. His body immediately went limp and fell against the wall.
The little man was lying on the cold ground, his forehead covered in blood. The thick blood slowly flowed into his hair. His breathing was weak and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. When he opened his eyes, he saw a sea of blood, just like the last time he was poisoned.
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
"Brother, he's crying out in pain."
One of the gangsters said to the leader.
"Pain? This hasn't even started yet. There will be more pain later."
The leading gangster smiled and gave a look, and the two men next to him came over ready to fight.
Qi Changyi only felt several pairs of hands groping his body. He tried his best to break free, but he couldn't escape. He wanted to raise his arms to resist, but his limbs had already been firmly pinned down.
His tears mixed with blood flowed out, and a huge despair enveloped him deeply. He had never felt so sad and so heartbroken.
"Brother, this piece of clothing is too strong, I can't untie it!"
"Get out of my way, you piece of trash!"
—A dirty hand reached out to the little man and tore the front of his robe to the side with force.
With a "bang", the sound of cloth tearing was heard, and the white brocade robe was torn into two pieces, revealing the inner shirt.
Qi Changyi's legs kept flapping vigorously, his fingers dug into the ground tightly, and blood oozed from the broken nails.
"Go away... all of you go away, don't... don't touch me..."
The little guy cried out with a hoarse voice, but such a fragile cry and such a beautiful face with tears in his eyes only made several people want to torture him severely.
Even more turbulent.
With another effort, the thin undershirt was torn open, revealing the white skin as white as porcelain jade. When it came into contact with the cold air, she couldn't help but tremble a few times.
The people present were all stunned. The little man was lying on the ground with his messy hair spread on the ground. A few strands of hair were wet with blood and sweat, stuck to his face and neck.
The delicate chin is slightly raised, and then there is a small and deeply sunken clavicle, and there is even an extremely ambiguous bite mark on the clavicle...
It is truly captivating and enchanting.
They had never seen anyone with such delicate skin, and they were afraid that it would turn purple if they were pinched lightly.
The evil hand reached out tremblingly, but before it touched the skin, the little guy suddenly started coughing violently again.
He seemed to be in great pain, his upper body tilted slightly, and he coughed more and more violently, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs, and then suddenly he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
The smell of blood spread instantly, part of the red dripped onto the smooth little body, and the rest splashed onto the face of the person next to him.
After the little man spat out a mouthful of blood, he fell back to the ground limply, his eyes slightly open, like a broken doll that had lost consciousness.
"Brother, what should we do? Is he going to die?"
The hooligans were a little frightened, and they withdrew their hands and stood aside.
The leading gangster wiped the blood off his face and spat to the side, "What are you afraid of? It would be better if you died. If you die, there will be no evidence!"
As he spoke, he leaned forward and moved his dirty and smelly mouth closer.
The little guy lay there obediently, not struggling anymore, his eyes looking somewhere without blinking.
Suddenly, there was the noise of a crowd on the street not far away, and footsteps were heard at the corner of the quiet street.
Those homeless thugs were all startled.
"Brother, wait here first, let's go out and take a look."
After saying that, several people walked outside.
The leader also stopped his actions temporarily and looked outside vigilantly.
The few people who went out to check disappeared into the darkness, and then the sound of fighting and a few shrill wails were heard there, and then everything returned to silence.
"Who? Who's there? Second and third brother, how are you? Are you okay?"
No one answered.
The leading gangster sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly picked up the little man on the ground, put him on his shoulder, turned around and was about to run away.
With a whoosh sound, a feather arrow flew from behind and pierced straight into the gangster's calf, penetrating it completely and spilling blood on the ground.
The gangster felt the pain, staggered and fell forward, and the little man on his shoulders was thrown out.
The little man did not fall to the ground. Instead, a black shadow flashed in the air and he was embraced by a tall figure.
The figure was hidden in the darkness and his face could not be seen clearly, but one could feel the chill emanating from his body, which was even colder and more violent than the wind on this winter night.
The injured gangster lay on the ground, holding his calf. He lost his voice in pain and could only roll on the ground.
There was a light coming from the corner of the alley, and then a team of guards holding torches walked in in an orderly manner. The guard walking in front was holding a bow and arrow in his hand. He was dressed in black, with an expressionless face and sharp eyes.
Chengfeng walked up to the gangster with a bow and arrow in hand, bent down and pulled out the feather arrow. The gangster twitched all over in pain, and the feather arrow immediately pierced his other calf.
"Master, what should we do with this man?"
The dark figure finally moved and stood under the firelight. The little person had been tightly wrapped in his robe and held against his chest.
Pei Zheng's face was terrifyingly gloomy.
"Take it back."