The imperial concubine was spoiled by the prince again

Chapter 857

Cheng Yanyu felt that her body seemed to give birth to a consciousness that did not belong to her, and she was about to give in to Zheng Lian.

With her last breath, she slammed her forehead to the ground, and then took advantage of the pain to wake her up and squeezed a large ball of clothing into her mouth, biting it tightly.

She knew that she was about to start to twitch, and it was easy to bite her tongue when she twitched. She couldn't die, and she didn't want Zheng Lian, a beast, to hear her moaning in embarrassment.

Not long after, Cheng Yanyu's whole body was drenched with sweat, and her face was covered with tears from the humiliation. She stared fiercely at Zheng Lian, with countless venomous curses hidden in those red eyes.

It's not that she doesn't want to scold, but that she is biting her clothes tightly, unable to speak.

Her black hair was messily stuck to her face, even though she looked very embarrassed, it still did not damage Qingcheng's beauty in the slightest.

Zheng Lian stared at her, then put down the cigarette rod in a daze, and stretched out his hand towards her.

Cheng Yanyu immediately slapped that hand away vigilantly, Zheng Lian was annoyed, and wanted to go forward again but saw the horrible scar on her neck when she turned her head.

Zheng Lian took a deep breath and retracted his hands, carrying them behind his back with an indifferent expression.

"You don't want to see your son anymore?"

Cheng Yanyu froze all over.

Zheng Lian couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he lowered his body and put the cigarette stick in front of Cheng Yanyu.

Cheng Yanyu let out a roar from his throat, and tears hit the ground uncontrollably.

Zheng Lian looked away and walked towards the door.

"If you don't smoke, you will die. If you die, I will send your son to the underworld to meet you."

After the door was closed, Cheng Yanyu hugged the cigarette rod and took a deep breath. The itching hidden in her bones was relieved by the bliss ointment, but she buried her face between her legs and let out a soft sob.

She couldn't cry so loudly that no one could hear her.

Now, all she has left is her dignity.

With tears on her face, she sent the extinguished cigarette stick to the candle and lit it again.

The movements are proficient, and the pain in my heart is the same as before.

The smoke rings floated up, and her expression was already numb: death is not scary, really not.

The scary thing is living by yourself day after day.

After Zheng Lian walked out of the room, he stared at Sun Xiuxiu for a while.

The latter couldn't hold back his trembling when he saw it, and it took him a long time to hear him say: "Kneel farther away, go outside the yard."

Sun Xiuxiu could feel that Zheng Lian was in a bad mood, so he followed his advice without daring to say a word.

After Zheng Lian left for a long time, it was getting late, and the guards sent a message to tell her to go back to her residence and come back early tomorrow morning.

Sun Xiuxiu's eyes turned black - still coming?

The guard who sent the message saw her dissatisfaction, and reminded coldly: "You should be glad you don't have to kneel all night."

Sun Xiuxiu held back her anger and cupped her hands: "Thank you, Lord Shangshu, for your compassion."

The guard never spoke, but thought in his heart: Compassionate?It's just that I don't want you to disturb the rest of the person inside.

If Zheng Lian doesn't speak and Cheng Yanyu doesn't let go, Sun Xiuxiu will keep kneeling like this.

Because she stayed outside for a long time, she found that Zheng Lian really treated the woman in the house preferentially.

Not only did people lay cushions on the outside and inside, but they also waited on them with soup and tonics.

The person in the room had a bad temper, and most of the servants who went in had a livid face when they came out.

But no matter how unhappy they are, these servants still get scolded honestly and behave in a well-behaved manner.

Sun Xiuxiu tightened her hands covered by her sleeves, trying to straighten her back.

She kept hypnotizing and comforting herself in her heart: she is here to apprentice, and the apprentice should appear pious, kneeling is no big deal.

(End of this chapter)