Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

In her hand, she was holding the jade pendant that belonged to the prince from beginning to end.

The maids didn't know what happened to her, but no one dared to step forward rashly.

"Tread the snow." After a long time, she finally started to make a sound, Tread the snow bent over and came forward-

"Princess."

"Go outside and find a brick," she ordered.

"Yes." Taxue went out to find the bricks, and after a while, he took one in and said, "This is picked up in the yard. It's a bit dirty. Princess, Rong Zifu went to wash it first."

"No need." She spoke coldly.

After taking the bricks that Taxue had presented with both hands, she placed the jade pendant on the table, and then, in everyone's surprised eyes, raised the bricks high and smashed them over.

Lifting up the brick, the pendant had broken into a pile of powder.

She lowered her head, and a tear fell on the pile of powder, wet a piece. She took out the handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the pile of powder clean without leaving any trace.

"Wash my veil," she ordered.

"yes."

She looked out the window and said that it was almost dawn and she hadn't been sleeping all night, but she didn't feel sleepy.

She understood that the distance between Murong Canghai was farther and there was another plot between her and him.

My heart hurts very much, it hurts so much that it’s almost impossible to breathe.

Perhaps, the vow she made to Ying Lie will come true, and she will never be able to have someone she loves in her life.

She covered her heart and lay on the table, pressing the pain with the hard corners of the table. It seemed that only in this way could she relieve it.

"Why can't I go to rest on the bed?" Suddenly, a pair of big hands reached over and she fell into a familiar and domineering embrace that she knew. This embrace was sometimes warm, but sometimes it made her almost suffocate.

"I can't sleep." This time, she didn't break free, as if she had no strength and let him hold her.

He turned around and picked her up horizontally. His hands he held were unknowingly using a lot of affection—

"Go to rest on the bed." He carried her to the bed, bullied her body, reached out to untie her clothes, and she subconsciously reached out to block her.

He pressed her hand and said, "I won't do anything, just take a look."

He unbuttoned the buttons on her clothes one by one, revealing her snow-white heart. Her jade skin was as tender as milk, making people love it.

However, at this moment, there was no desire in his eyes.

When the button was unbuttoned, the exposed body made Murong Canghai breathe a big sigh. His eyes were hot and his hands were trembling-

What kind of body is this!

The place below the heart and mouth is densely packed with scars, so deep and ugly, stretching all the way to the stomach and legs...

He had seen her body once before, and it was far less painful than she was now.

He seemed to see the braids stained with pepper water, ruthlessly whipping on her body over and over again, and the sound of her screams echoed in his ears.

He looked at her nakedly, and her face felt hot. She reached out to cover her, pulled her dress up hard, and wanted to wrap herself up.

But he refused, and gently stroked the rough scar with his big palm-

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Her heart trembled. Does it hurt? Of course it hurts, but she is not afraid.

"I'm not afraid," she said. "Any body pain will pass."

He felt a burst of enthusiasm in his eyes, and he put on her clothes one by one and tied them up one by one for her.

He had never done such a meticulous job, and he could not help but seem clumsy in his movements.