Chapter 275 - 273 Lu Ying, You’re Bullying People

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Lu Ying removed her hairpins and ornaments, his fingers threading through the girl’s thick, lush black hair, attempting to braid it. He had seen the women in the palace style their hair in front of the window. They could effortlessly weave smooth braids, and he thought it was an easy task. Who would have thought that Shen Yinning’s hair was as unruly and defiant as the girl herself, slipping from his palms at times, tangling around his fingers at others, no matter how many attempts he made, unable to create a single elegant braid. The man, invincible on the battlefield and politically untouchable in court, an expert in the art of swordsmanship and calligraphy, found himself fumbling and clumsy when it came to styling a young girl’s hair. "I always believed the Crown Prince was capable of anything, yet it seems even something as simple as braiding hair escapes you," Shen Yinning snatched back her voluminous hair, casually sweeping it to one side as she combed it delicately with a fine-toothed comb. Her captivating brows and eyes were painted with scorn. "What’s this? You’ve been married to Shen Yunxi for so long, and yet you’ve never painted her brows or combed her hair? Seems like the Crown Prince is not quite the attentive husband. Not marrying you must have been my stroke of luck." She was bold, the kind to say whatever she pleased. Lu Ying’s furrowed brows framed a shadowy expression: "Even though you didn’t marry me, haven’t you still become my woman?" He tightened his grip on the chain, yanking Shen Yinning into his arms. Shen Yinning was caught off guard, the comb in her hand falling to the ground. A large hand clasped the back of her head as he forcefully pressed his lips to hers. "Lu Ying—mmph—" Lu Ying pushed her against the wall; the chains clanged piercingly as they collided. With practiced ease, he undid the silk bodice and pleated skirt, leaving Shen Yinning clad only in a transparent gauze robe draped over her exquisite figure, like a snow-white pear blossom veiled in cold mist. "Let go of me! Lu Ying, you’ve locked me here, stolen another man’s wife, flouting all human decency—" The sudden, overpowering musk in the air nearly suffocated Shen Yinning. She knelt trembling on the ground, humiliation surging through her, tears cascading silently down her face and onto the cold floor. Chains clasped her slender wrists and ankles, the cold and unyielding mystic iron starkly contrasting her soft, pale skin, making her appear like a trapped fox, evoking a decadent allure. Spring filled the chamber; a faint scent lingered in the air. Amid the chaos, someone inadvertently struck a wall-mounted switch. The pulley on the beam above began to turn, tightening the chains, rendering the girl, bound and helpless, akin to a lamb on the chopping block. The golden bell fastened to her ankle suddenly spun wildly. The girl’s disheveled hair, the violently trembling East Pearl Earrings dangling from her ears, failed to make a sound, leaving her only to quiver and endure the punishment Lu Ying inflicted upon her. The sound of chains mixed with the sound of water. The black and white bind spirits guarding outside turned red in the face. By the time the moon hung low in the sky, the room finally fell silent. All that remained was a faint sigh, nearly imperceptible. ... When Shen Yinning woke, it was already midday. Lu Ying was nowhere to be found. She curled up in a corner, wrapped in his cloak. Just a slight movement caused her wrists and ankles to sting painfully from the chafing of the mystic iron chains. The sticky discomfort between her legs reminded her of everything that had transpired the night before. Bowing her head deeply, her disheveled hair, like drifting clouds, veiled her face. For several consecutive nights, Lu Ying would appear punctually at midnight. He still demanded to know the whereabouts of the money from Luo Xibai. Whether she responded with anger, tears, or coy submission, Lu Ying only trusted his own deductions, convinced that the money had fallen into her hands. Shen Yinning refused to tell. Night after night, their entanglements continued until dawn. Sometimes it was his insatiable desire, other times it was her deliberate teasing. At the height of their clashes, her pleas for mercy turned into hoarse screams, and she would rake her nails across his back in a fury, leaving ten shocking red gashes, even biting his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, like a feral beast intent on tearing off a piece of flesh. He seemed impervious to pain, casually using her robes to wipe away the blood. Unable to tend to the wounds on his back, he fetched a pair of scissors and, ignoring her protests, directly trimmed off all ten of her sharp nails. Shen Yinning lowered her head, staring at her rounded, trimmed nails. She raised her hand and slapped Lu Ying across the face. Lu Ying did not retaliate. Using his left hand, he pinched both sides of her face, observing her sweat-dappled face, and gazed into the depths of her eyes, where fear and resentment were deeply buried. His voice was hoarse: "Bear me a child." Only then did Shen Yinning suddenly recall—she was far away in Jiangnan, with no contraceptives nearby. An endless chill seeped through the cracks in the bricks, penetrating her entire being. She bit into her bloodied lip, her indignation erupting once more. Like a cornered beast, she lunged into his arms, biting furiously at his arm and chest. Not until her mouth was filled with blood did she finally lose her temper, struck the heavy mystic iron chains binding her hands and feet, pressed her forehead against Lu Ying’s chest, and cried hoarsely. She choked out, "Lu Ying, you’re a bully..." Lu Ying wasn’t in much better shape either. His shoulders and chest were covered in bite marks and bloody wounds, some so severe the flesh had turned outward, a ghastly sight. Yet, the young Crown Prince, cold and dignified, lifted Shen Yinning’s face: "You were the one who tempted me first." Ignoring everything else, he kissed her again. Meanwhile, on the other side. The Luo sisters had not been implicated in this ordeal. Lu Shiyan had drafted a divorce letter, formally handing it to Luo Wanzhao: "I’ve already signed and stamped it. If you find no issues after reviewing it, you only need to sign and seal as well." For the past few days, Luo Wanzhao had been feigning illness to avoid him, unwilling to broach the subject of divorce. Today, Lu Shiyan barged straight into her quarters, leaving her with nowhere to hide. She sat on the couch, staring at the divorce letter, shaking her head repeatedly. "I’ve long made up my mind to serve the Prince for life. I do not wish to divorce you. If the Prince insists on forcing me, I will gladly die right here to prove my devotion!" Lu Shiyan said seriously, "If I told you that our first encounter was but a carefully constructed ruse, would you persist in your devotion?" Luo Wanzhao clutched her robes tightly. Lu Shiyan continued, "When I first arrived in Jiangnan, the officials here all deferred to your Luo family. Though this was my fiefdom, I had no voice. To secure my footing, expand my influence, and bring Zhaozhao back from Gan State, I decided to use your status to bind the Luo family to my cause. Our marriage was nothing but a calculated scheme; you needn’t harbor sincere feelings for me." Luo Wanzhao bit her pale lip. "I’ve always known... I knew that our first meeting was your design. By the second month of our marriage, I found the kite I had lost hidden in a corner of your storeroom—the string had been deliberately cut. You had someone hide my kite, then used the excuse of compensating me with a new one to meet and befriend me." Lu Shiyan was momentarily stunned. He looked at Luo Wanzhao with a complex gaze, never expecting her to have long known about the manipulation. "But even so..." Luo Wanzhao summoned her courage, meeting his gaze squarely. "Even so, I still love you. Do you believe in love at first sight? I do, because from the moment I saw you, I was smitten." She rose, walked to Lu Shiyan’s side, and knelt by his wheelchair, pressing her cheek lovingly against his leg. Tears flowed freely as she choked out, "I can lose the Luo family, but I cannot lose you. If you truly wish to divorce me, I have no choice but to end my life!"

Chapter 275 - 273 Lu Ying, You’re Bullying People

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