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

Shen Mingshu was writing a letter to Lu Yanzhi when she saw him come in, and instinctively hid.

"Could you please knock before you come in?"

Wei Ziye looked at the letter under her book and sneered, "This is my courtyard."

Shen Mingshu looked at him impatiently: "Wei Ziye, I didn't intend to stay here either. Don't make it sound like I shamelessly begged to come."

"If you don't want to live here, where will you live?"

Wei Ziye leaned on the desk, staring intently at the single character she wrote, stroke by stroke: "So you really want to go to the Lu residence?"

Shen Mingshu glanced at the words "Yan" that were visible, then shifted her book slightly: "It's just a bit of concern. After all, my eighth-rank official position was given to me by someone else."

"Being out of contact for months is considered abandoning one's post and deserting—" Wei Ziye gently stroked Shen Mingshu's cheek and murmured, "A serious crime, dismissal and hanging."

"Those who made the recommendation will also be demoted, exiled, or sent to other posts."

Shen Mingshu glared at him angrily: "If you're so capable, then lock me up for months!"

Wei Ziye lowered his eyes, his fingertips gently tracing the wound on her bitten lip, and whispered a reminder: "Shen Mingshu, if you dare to leave the Wei residence, you will be defying the imperial decree."

"Do you think the Lu family head would let Lu Yanzhi deal with such a useless nuisance?"

As Lu Yanzhi recounted his helplessness during the Dark River Night three years ago, Shen Mingshu felt utterly powerless.

"What exactly do you want?"

"..."

Wei Ziye didn't actually know either.

Wei Yuan was delaying the process so that he could grow up before marrying Shen Mingshu.

What about him?

Should we leave her here to help Wei Yuan buy time?

Wei Ziye's gaze fell on the letter: "What does it say?"

Shen Mingshu frowned: "This has nothing to do with the Wei family."

Wei Ziye pressed on, "How can I be sure if you don't tell me?"

"..." Shen Mingshu let out a deep sigh of frustration and impatiently pulled out the letter and handed it to him.

Wei Ziye didn't want to watch.

But the contents of the paper immediately caught my eye: "I have no special talents, and I am not worthy of your long-term concern, but I will always cherish your sincere feelings and dare not take them lightly. I wish you a good life and wait for my return."

Extremely bright!

Wei Ziye impatiently slapped her hand away, frowning in disgust: "Shen Mingshu, you really can't live without a man!"

Shen Mingshu felt a sharp pain in the back of her hand and angrily threw the letter at his face: "Wei Ziye! Watch your mouth!"

The letter cut a gash on Wei Ziye's face. He winced in pain, pinching the blood that had spilled out of his face, and looked at Shen Mingshu with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Shen Mingshu instinctively ran outside, but her neck was grabbed tightly by a large hand and pulled back.

Shen Mingshu fell onto the desk, and Wei Ziye propped up her legs, a move that was extremely dangerous.

The collar was pulled, instantly revealing the skin on the shoulder.

"what!"

Shen Mingshu's heart tightened, and she pushed Wei Ziye's chest with both hands, shouting!

"Wei Zi! You're jealous!"

Wei Ziye paused in her bent-over motion, then bit Shen Mingshu's shoulder hard. "Impossible."

"Then what are you doing now!" Shen Mingshu gritted her teeth and roared through the pain.

Wei Ziye lowered his head, his thin lips gently caressing the bite mark, and finally uttered two words.

"To reduce internal heat."

"..."

With a satisfied kiss on the tender flesh of her neck, Wei Ziye felt that this body's final value lay here.

He grabbed Shen Mingshu's chin, forcing her to tilt her head back to endure it, his teeth seemingly addicted, gently biting and grinding her most vulnerable neck.

The pulsating heat beneath his warm skin constantly tempted him to be even more violent.

However, if the food is too strong in this area, the woman will get angry and resist.

How fierce will she be this time?

Wei Ziye wanted to try, so he stuck out the tip of his tongue and lightly touched the pulse under his lips, then suddenly bit down on it!

"Ugh—"

Her extremely sensitive and dangerous area had been violated. Shen Mingshu tilted her head back, her eyes trembling with tears.

She knew that Wei Ziye had many ways to torture her.

That was true then, and it is true now.

If she goes head-to-head with him, she will always be the one to lose, and she can't risk her life every time.

If one day she really can't open her eyes anymore, the first person she'll feel sorry for is Lu Yanzhi, who gave her unconditional trust and help.

She hasn't destroyed the Shen family yet...

Shen Mingshu's voice was low and soft as she gave in, filled with broken, hoarse despair.

"Wei Ziye, tell me what will happen next with the Gu worms, and I'll go along with it."

Wei Ziye's body stiffened abruptly, the warmth on the tip of his nose slowly turning cool, and the trembling of resistance gradually became clear in his vision.

He instinctively stepped back, but Shen Mingshu hooked her arm around his waist and pulled him into her embrace.

"I was bound to find out sooner or later, wasn't I?" Shen Mingshu only knew the sensitivity behind Wei Ziye's ear, her soft and husky voice carrying a seductive quality.

"I won't run away. Just tell me beforehand, and we'll both be happier."

"Just like three years ago—ugh!"

Wei Ziye's kiss came faster than expected. The already taut string was suddenly stirred, and the kiss was trembling, carrying a suffocating and dangerous storm.

Just like three years ago...

The temptation was too great; he couldn't resist it for even a moment.

Shen Mingshu frowned, suppressing her discomfort, and slumped heavily onto the desk.

She loosely wrapped her arms around his shoulders, gazing at the beams on the roof. Her cool eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but think—if she had just hanged herself back then, would all this have been avoided?

"what!"

Noticing her distraction, Wei Ziye roughly tore off the clothes covering her body, scattering the pieces all over the ground.

Shen Mingshu shrank back for a moment. Looking at the intense lust in his eyes, Shen Mingshu felt as if she were being burned. She turned her head away and said coldly.

"Let's go to bed, it's darker there."

You can't see it if it's in a darker light.

I might feel better about it.

Wei Ziye's heart suddenly went numb. The coldness and disgust in Shen Mingshu's eyes pierced his gaze. He grabbed her waist, forcibly turned her around, and pressed her down from behind, his lustful voice filled with disgust.

"Do you think I want to see your face?"

He took off his coat and threw it heavily on her head, whispering a warning in her ear with extreme malice.

"Lie still and don't move, don't spoil the fun."

"..."

Large tears fell, and in the darkness that blocked out the light, Shen Mingshu bit her fingers tightly, desperately trying to hold back the sobs in her throat.

Even the wide hem of her dress couldn't hide her trembling at that moment.

Wei Ziye was irritated by the suppressed sobs, and every time he touched her, his heart ached from the trembling resistance.

He gasped for breath, biting her shoulder in retaliation, but ultimately fell silent, tore off his robe, and turned to leave.

As light returned to her vision, Shen Mingshu slid to the ground, hugging herself, her expression numb.

At that moment, she was acutely aware that getting closer to Wei Ziye meant getting closer to suffering.

Unable to stop him from getting closer, she could only try to get to the people around him.

……

"Bang!" The inkstone was smashed to the ground, and Wei Ziye paced back and forth in the room, unable to control himself.

My mind was filled with the image of Shen Mingshu sobbing uncontrollably.

She was the one who traded herself! And she is the one who is now so heartbroken!

"Ugh!" Wei Ziye slammed his fist into the wooden beam, blood flowing down the mahogany, and only then did he finally suppress his frustration.

He closed his eyes, held his forehead, and spoke in a hoarse voice, his brow furrowed with suppressed pain.

"Call Chunxi in."