"I'll ask you one more question, are you going to get married or not?" A rough and cold male voice exploded in Xia Zian's ears. She slowly opened her eyes, and what came into her sight was a handsome but hideous face of a man.
There was a sharp pain in my body, my neck was pinched fiercely by the person in front of me, and my chest felt like it was about to explode.
Her eyes froze. What happened? Wasn't she dead? She remembered that she was betrayed by her boss, shot five times, and was already dead.
Some memories suddenly flooded into her mind, memories that did not belong to her.
Before Zi'an could come to her senses, she was slapped hard in the face, making her dizzy and seeing stars.
A bloody taste came up in her mouth and she spat out a mouthful of blood. Feeling a burning pain on her back, she looked up suddenly, fury burning in her eyes. The remaining memories in her mind told her that the original owner had been beaten to death with sticks, and she was able to travel through time and space and be resurrected in the original owner's body.
"Answer me, will you marry the King of Liang?"
Another angry question was raised, followed by a fierce slap in the face. The person who hit her was the current crown prince Murong Qiao.
A green figure rushed over, pulled Murong Qiao away, and cried, "Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for my sister. Although father was drunk that day, he did make a mistake in betrothing me to His Royal Highness Prince Liang. It is indeed difficult for my sister to marry in her place. Besides, my sister has always been longing for you, Your Highness. If you force her like this, aren't you going to drive her to death?" The person who came had tears in her eyes and looked delicate. She was Xia Wan'er, Xia Zian's half sister.
Murong Qiao felt very distressed when he saw this, so he immediately let go of Zi'an and instead supported Xia Wan'er.
The air quickly returned to Zian's chest, and she took deep breaths to dispel the breath of death.
Zi'an stood up shakily, but the pain in her body made her gasp. She couldn't stand steadily, and her legs went weak and she fell to the ground again. The remaining memories in her mind and the conversation between the two people allowed her to immediately judge the situation clearly.
The original owner's father was the prime minister of the current dynasty. He drank with His Royal Highness Prince Liang a month ago and agreed to His Royal Highness Prince Liang's request to marry Xia Wan'er when he was drunk.
The prime minister regretted deeply after he sobered up. How could he really bear to marry Xia Wan'er, the illegitimate daughter of his most beloved concubine, Madam Linglong, to the cruel King Liang
Xia Wan'er also cried and refused to marry, because she and the prince had already fallen in love with each other and she wanted to be the prince's consort.
The prime minister had no choice but to force his legitimate daughter Xia Zi'an to marry Prince Liang.
Although Xia Zian was a legitimate daughter, she never enjoyed the honor of a legitimate daughter in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and her mother was even disliked by the Prime Minister.
The original owner, Xia Zian, naturally refused to agree to get married, so Xia Wan'er cried to Prince Murong Qiao.
Everything that had just happened in the yard poured into Zi'an's mind one by one. Murong Qiao and the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion not only forced her to marry Prince Liang, but also tortured her. She could even hear the original owner Xia Zi'an's last pleas and the blood in the air before her death.
Xia Zian was furious, and Murong Qiao looked at her with contempt and kicked her: "How dare you admire me? Bah, a piece of trash like you, even if you are given to me as a concubine, I will not want you."
Xia Zian had already been tortured, and this kick was merciless, causing her to spit out blood. She clenched her fists, and the rage in her eyes grew more intense.
She tried to stand up, but her injuries were so severe that even moving a little bit caused her body to feel like it was being torn apart.
Xia Wan'er stepped forward weakly, and continued with a guilty look on her face, "Sister, I'm sorry. I promised you that I would not have any improper thoughts about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. However, love is something that is really beyond control. The more I suppress my thoughts about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the deeper they become, and the more I cannot help myself. Forgive me for having to ignore your warning to me."
Xia Wan'er's expression was truly pitiful, but Xia Zian knew what she was like in private.
Murong Qiao was furious, "How dare you stop Wan'er from being with me? Women like you are so vicious."
Xia Wan'er quickly grabbed Murong Qiao's hand and choked up, "Your Highness, please don't blame me. As a younger sister, I shouldn't have fought with my sister. It's my fault. I couldn't control my emotions..."
Murong Qiao said, "Wan'er, please stop talking. You are too soft-hearted, and that's why you are always bullied by her."
Xia Wan'er looked at the miserable Xia Zi'an below, with a hint of viciousness in her eyes, but she said in a pleading tone: "Sister, please help me and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life."
Zi'an took a deep breath and watched coldly as the two of them performed their affection as if no one was around. She felt extremely annoyed. In modern times, she was a military doctor in the special agent team, and the people she interacted with were generous and cheerful people. She disdained to talk to such scheming, hypocritical and disgusting people.
The remaining memories in her mind told her that Prince Liang had a leg disability and was cruel by nature. Although he did not have a wife, he had more than ten concubines in his palace. Moreover, it was heard that half of these concubines were disabled. One could imagine what kind of life they led in the palace.
The original owner probably knew this, which was why she was unwilling to marry King Liang.
Zi'an endured the pain and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth with all his strength, "You want me to use my life's happiness to fulfill your wish? You are so shameless!"
Murong Qiao suddenly became furious when he heard this. He looked at Lady Linglong, Xia Wan'er's mother, who was sitting on a chair in front of the corridor and asked, "When are you going to start the night watch?"
Madam Linglong has been watching the whole time. She is extremely anxious. If Xia Zian doesn't agree, her daughter Wan'er will have to marry the evil ghost King Liang. Today, the prince came to put pressure on her. She thought Xia Zian would agree, but unexpectedly, after repeated torture, he just refused to give in.
Now, after hearing His Highness' order, she could no longer hold back her anger and said sternly, "Come on, beat her, beat her hard, until she agrees."
At Madam Linglong's command, two rude servants held down Zi'an, and the sound of sticks fell on Xia Zi'an's back, beating her until her skin was torn and bloody.
Eight years of career as a secret agent had given her a will of steel. She gritted her teeth and endured the humiliation and beatings that did not belong to her. Blood flowed out of her mouth, and the stick on her back almost broke all her bones.
Madam Linglong and Murong Qiao had not expected Xia Zian to be so stubborn. Linglong was so angry that she did not care about maintaining her dignity. She hurried down, grabbed Zian's hair in front of her forehead, and pulled her head up with force, saying viciously: "If you don't agree, you will be courting death."
Zi'an made a "Puh" sound and spat a mouthful of blood on Madam Linglong's face. Madam Linglong was furious. She grabbed her hair and pressed her head to the ground, stepping on the back of her head with her foot. "I'll make you talk tough, I'll make you talk tough!"
Murong Qiao said coldly: "Why are you still talking to her? If she doesn't agree, then we will follow the Prime Minister's previous plan and divorce her mother for adultery. Let's see if Yuan can survive after being divorced from the mansion on such a shameful charge."
Zi'an was furious, but within her rage, there was a trace of heartache. This was not her emotion; it was the emotion left in the original owner's brain and heart. It could be imagined that the only thing the original owner could not let go of before her death was her mother, Yuan.
In his coma, Zi'an only heard a majestic voice slowly speaking, "Tomorrow is the wedding. If you injure her a little more, she will be carried to the bridal sedan while unconscious. The King of Liang only wants the daughter of the Prime Minister's family to be his princess. As for whether she will be disabled or disfigured in the future, the King of Liang will not care."
Zi'an remembered this voice very clearly. Her experience as a spy told her that this voice should be that of the original owner's father, Prime Minister Xia.
Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. Prime Minister Xia is worse than pigs and dogs.
A brutal beating of the stick fell on her back again, and finally, she passed out.
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