Your Highness, your wife has had her virginity mark applied and married someone else.

Shen Mingshu's watery eyes trembled slightly. She pursed her lips and moved her bottom back to its original position.

However, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and her gaze drifted erratically out the window; she couldn't fall asleep at all.

Wei Ziye coldly ordered, "Liu Yi, drug her."

"No! Don't!" Shen Mingshu quickly refused, "I'll sleep by myself."

As she spoke, she obediently lay down and closed her eyes, but her eyeballs under her eyelids were still moving restlessly.

Wei Ziye lowered his eyes, quietly observing the tension between her brows, and a faint smile slowly curved his lips without him even realizing it.

When the carriage went from a steady ride to a slight jolt, Shen Mingshu knew that they had left the city.

The surrounding noise gradually subsided, and Shen Mingshu knew that she had gone far away.

She swallowed hard, closed her eyes, and unconsciously clenched her hands on the cushion. Suddenly, the carriage jolted, and she fell violently to the ground.

"ah--!"

Just a millimeter above the ground, Shen Mingshu almost had a close encounter with the ground.

Wei Ziye easily lifted her up in his arms, frowning as he asked, "What is it?"

Liu Yi sadly reminded him: "One of the car wheels has fallen into the ditch."

"Just right!" Shen Mingshu pushed Wei Zi's chest: "I'll go and make it easier."

Wei Ziye rolled down the car window, gesturing to the barren wasteland before him: "Here?"

"!!"

Shen Mingshu pressed her face against the car window in disbelief, staring at the desolate landscape before her, too shocked to speak.

Even when I entered Beijing in the dead of winter, I had never seen such a desolate scene!

We've only been walking for half an hour, how could the scenery be so different!

Even if a carriage is pulled by four horses, it doesn't fly!

"Where...where am I?"

Liu Yi pulled a wooden plank from the bottom of the carriage: "Fifth Sister, hang in there a little longer, we're almost there."

As he spoke, he looked at Wei Ziye and said, "Aye, why don't you take Fifth Sister down for a walk? The carriage will be a bit bumpy later."

Shen Mingshu looked at the wooden board in his hand and realized that he wanted to use it to pry the wheel off, so she immediately got up from Wei Ziye.

She had only taken one step when Wei Ziye pulled her back, and she slumped back into his arms: "It's alright, just hurry up."

"you--!"

"Alright! Hold on tight!" Liu Yi laughed and quickly braced the wooden plank under the stuck wheel, shouting, "Giddy up—!"

With a neigh, the horses charged forward with all their might!

The carriage suddenly jolted violently! The train lurched and bounced wildly along the bumpy road!

"what!"

Shen Mingshu, who was still sitting half-on Wei Ziye's lap with disdain, was caught off guard by the sudden jolt and almost fell out of the car.

Without thinking, she immediately wrapped her arms tightly around Wei Ziye's neck, her cheeks involuntarily pressed against his chest, and her fingertips gripped the fabric on his shoulders.

Wei Ziye's deep eyes lowered, landing on the flustered, reddened earlobes of the person in his arms, but he showed no intention of supporting her.

The carriage jolted and swayed as it sped along, and Shen Mingshu could only shrink deeper into his arms, her knuckles clenching so tightly they turned white, her breath, escaping from her nervousness, falling onto his neck.

It felt tingly and itchy, but Wei Ziye remained seated like a statue, completely unmoved.

"Whoa—!"

The last blow was the most powerful, and Shen Mingshu felt as if she was being thrown back!

Her taut fingers loosened, and she fell straight out of Wei Ziye's arms.

"what!"

With a large hand on her lower back, and a gentle scoop, Wei Ziye easily pulled her back into his arms.

"Alright! We can continue our journey now!"

Liu Yi's voice came through, and Shen Mingshu, still in shock, pressed her forehead against his shoulder and breathed softly.

Beneath Wei Ziye's cold, hard mask, a faint, well-hidden hint of pleasure flickered deep in his eyes, and a tingling, warm sensation spread through his heart.

But his words were tinged with disdain and urging: "How much longer do you want to hug me?"

"..."

Coming to her senses, Shen Mingshu frowned in disdain. Just as she was about to step down, her fingers touched his shoulder and a sharp pain that went deep into her bones suddenly shot through her.

"Ugh—!"

Shen Mingshu winced in pain from both wrists.

Realizing something was wrong, Wei Ziye grabbed her wrist, his pupils suddenly contracting!

"Yu Yi!"

"..."

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the bone that had just healed was crooked. Shen Mingshu leaned against Wei Ziye's chest, her face pale with pain.

Seeing this, Liu Yi couldn't bear it: "Fifth Miss, please hold on a little longer, let me set your bones first—"

"Don't!"

Three years ago, when she fell into a coma, this pain was still clearly felt throughout her body. Shen Mingshu was terrified of this pain that went deep into her bones and resisted it.

"It's just a little crooked, it won't affect your daily life, just leave it alone, it will be fine on its own."

"How can that be!" Liu Yi was shocked by Shen Mingshu's ruthlessness and quickly comforted her, "If you grow up to be crooked, you will never be able to pick up a pen and needle again. This is a matter for the rest of your life."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wei Ziye's brow furrowed, and he gripped Shen Mingshu's trembling wrist. "Get me painkillers!"

"I don't want to!" Shen Mingshu's face was covered in cold sweat, her voice hoarse and weak, yet still firm: "Painkillers are useless, I won't get treatment! Let me go!"

Painkillers also have the side effect of numbing a person's mind. During the week she was in the clinic, even after taking the medication, she was in excruciating pain, akin to being slowly sliced ​​to death.

The doctor gave her this medicine simply to keep her quiet and prevent her from disturbing their sleep.

Shen Mingshu didn't want to be left with the divine doctor by Wei Ziye as soon as she woke up.

She turned her head away, resisting Liu Yi's attempts to feed her.

"Fifth Sister, my medicine will surely relieve your pain. Please drink some."

Liu Yi was sweating profusely with anxiety. Wei Ziye looked at the fearful resistance in Shen Mingshu's eyes, and a trace of pain appeared in his eyes.

He tensed his jaw, took the medicine from Liu Yi, drank it all in one gulp, then grabbed Shen Mingshu's chin and, ignoring her resistance, kissed her mouth to mouth.

"Ugh—! You bastard! Get away! Cough cough—"

With her hands bound by the two men, Shen Mingshu could only offer a faint resistance with bloodshot eyes. The medicine spilled out, wetting her clothes, making her look pitiful.

A choked roar came from his throat, and Liu Yi closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer.

The struggle in her arms gradually weakened...

Shen Mingshu stared blankly at the blurry image on the roof of the car, waves of despair and fear washing over her, and tears streamed down her face, falling one by one into Wei Ziye's arms.

"Wei Ziye, just kill me, stop torturing me."

Shen Mingshu's tone was as light as a cicada's wing, as if it would be blown away by a gentle breeze at any moment.

Wei Ziye wiped the medicine off her face, his tone unusually gentle: "It'll be done soon, be good and don't move."

Shen Mingshu's tearful eyes trembled for a moment, her gaze gradually focusing on the pity on Wei Ziye's face.

This scene felt like a dream; she had longed for it for a week and dreamt of it for three years.

"Wei Zi, I hate you."

Tears streamed down her face, leaving pale streaks.

Shen Mingshu's pale lips twitched slightly.

I will never forgive you.

Liu Yi paused in preparing the ointment, then looked up at Wei Ziye with a complicated expression.

Wei Ziye gently wiped away Shen Mingshu's tears, his movements incredibly tender, but his words were icy cold.

"Me too."

"..."

Shen Mingshu couldn't understand Wei Ziye, just as she had never truly known Wei Yuan.

He said he hated her too, but he still held her in his arms the whole way, feeding her water and medicine gently.

Even with the slightest bump, he would carefully protect her hand.

Shen Mingshu kept her eyes half-closed, not daring to fall asleep. Her mind wandered, and she felt that he might be hiding some guilt towards her.

"arrive."