“Your Highness, in the past, whenever the Crown Prince went to the palace, he always brought you. This time, he didn’t even tell you…”
“Cang Yue, you’re talking too much today,” Xu Qiu’er half-closed her eyes.
Cang Yue understood and quietly withdrew, summoning Guan Yue and other female officials to serve.
Xu Qiu’er closed her eyes as she felt the ripping of fabric, her heart pounding. Clutching the fur blanket beneath her, she felt powerless.
The sunlight filled the hall while she bit her lip, struggling to hold back tears. His kiss felt more like the bite of a blood-sucking demon as he pried open her mouth, painfully torturing her until he felt satisfied.
Barely able to move without pain, she cried as tears dripped down her face. Long Hanjie’s face bore a mix of colors. “Does my favor disgust you so much?” he snapped, sweeping away with a flick of his sleeve.
After resting briefly in her chair, she struggled to get up and dressed herself using a set of clothes from the side cabinet. She discarded the torn clothes into the incense burner and let her hair down, hiding the bruises on her neck before calling out in a hoarse voice.
Cang Yue entered first, frozen and speechless as she pointed at Xu Qiu’er’s exposed skin. Xu Qiu’er didn’t want to think any further.
Although she hadn’t obtained Long Hanjie, she needed to find a way to lower his guard.
She looked sideways as Guan Yue entered. Cang Yue Nian’er hadn’t allowed anyone else in. Nian’er reached out to support her, pausing at the sight of her swollen, blood-stained lips. “Your Majesty, this servant has prepared a fragrant bath for you in the Eastern Warm Hall.”
“Mm.” She responded, appreciating the suggestion. She sighed softly, then said, “Throw this chair away. The pattern is too gaudy.”
“Yes,” Cang Yue responded, a tear dropping onto the hand supporting Xu Qiu’er. Stunned, Xu Qiu’er softly said, “Don’t let me see this again.” She hadn’t shed any tears herself and didn’t want her servant to cry for her. There was nothing to cry about.
