After exchanging marriage with my elder sister, I won with a bad hand.

Zhao Yong entered the room and vaguely saw a person lying on the bed, the woman's curves faintly visible through the layers of gauze.

He walked over slowly, and it seemed like a century passed. Finally, he stopped on the bed, stretched out a hand, and pulled aside the gauze curtain.

When he gently lifted the veil, the scene inside was instantly revealed before his eyes.

He has always had good night vision, so he can see clearly even at night.

There was a thin quilt on the wide bed, and a woman with long hair lying inside. In the faint moonlight, he saw that the woman's face seemed to have a layer of fluorescence.

It was Shen Guihong’s beloved wife, the beautiful Ye.

He stretched out his hand, carefully traced the woman's facial features, and whispered, "I heard that you were born in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and your family is a scholarly family. You have been trained to be well-educated, gentle and lovely since childhood."

"I heard that you and Shen Guihong are neighbors, and you have been childhood sweethearts."

"Hey, when I heard Lord Shen talking about this just now, I felt a little jealous." Zhao Yong continued to talk to himself, taking off his shoes and socks as he spoke, "I was thinking, if it was me you met, then there would be no Shen Guihong's affairs later, right?"

In her sleep, Ye Zhiqiu seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, and she frowned.

At this time, Zhao Yong had already taken off all his clothes. He stared at the fragile woman under the quilt with a cruel look on his face. The emotion in his eyes was plunder.

Without hesitation, he got into bed and hugged the woman's soft body. When he hugged Ye Zhiqiu into his arms, Zhao Yong found that the woman's body was surprisingly soft, like a pool of water, which made him a little unable to control himself.

He stretched out his hand and wandered over the woman's body. Finally, Ye Zhiqiu woke up in a daze.

However, her consciousness was still very hazy, and she felt a pair of hands on her body, setting fires everywhere.

"Husband?"

This cry, with a strong hint of sleepiness, instantly ignited the young emperor's vigorous heart. He turned over and kissed the woman's lips, and his hands were not idle either, tearing open the woman's small clothes and grasping that fat piece.

Ye Zhiqiu's originally confused mind quickly collapsed under Zhao Yong's powerful attack.

It was dark all around, and Ye Zhiqiu didn't know that the man who entered her room was not her husband, but a lecher.

What she was thinking was, this is her home and also the prime minister's residence, which thief would be so bold as to do this?

She really didn't doubt it at first, until a loud thunder suddenly sounded outside. Her confused mind instantly returned, all her senses slowly returned, and her consciousness gradually became clear.

She slowly opened her slightly narrowed eyes, looked at the man who was working hard on her, and called out softly.

"Husband." She couldn't help feeling confused. Her husband tonight was a little different, a little rougher.

Just as she was thinking this, there was another loud thunder outside, accompanied by lightning, which shone in from the window, and suddenly the room was as bright as day.

It was also at this moment that she saw clearly the face of the man standing above her. It was the emperor, Zhao Yong!

"How could this be, how is this possible, this, this..." I must be dreaming?

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned, his face full of disbelief, and his first reaction was to suspect that this was just a dream.

She muttered to herself in a low voice, and Zhao Yong heard it.

Zhao Yong couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He had never seen such an innocent woman before. She was really stupid and cute.

Thinking of this, he became even more violent towards her, staring at the woman who was muttering to herself with an evil smile on his face.

As wave after wave of shocks came to his body, it seemed as if his soul was also shocked. Ye Zhiqiu finally confirmed that this was reality, not a dream.

"You beast, let me go, you beast." She struggled violently, trying to free herself.

But how could Zhao Yong let her do what she wanted? He grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head. He continued to do so and, as if to punish her, he increased the intensity of her movements.

The tears in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were like a river bursting its dam. She cursed and struggled in despair.

"You are so pitiful. You look like this, which makes me want to bully you even more." He proudly clamped her jaw and forced her to look at him.

"You are a tyrant, you raped someone's wife, you will not die well."

"You scolded me well. Scold me again, scold me again!" Zhao Yong laughed and lowered his head to kiss her mouth. It was a wolf kiss, hard and punishing.

Ye Zhiqiu closed his eyes and bit down. The bite was so fierce that Zhao Yong even bled.

"My tyrant, my husband has really made a mistake. If someone like you becomes the prince, the Yan Kingdom will be doomed." Although she was a weak woman, she was very brave at this moment.

Finally, her casual words touched his bottom line.

He stopped and stared at her coldly, making Ye Zhiqiu feel as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

"If you curse me again, I will punish you for disrespect. Not only will you lose your head, but your husband, Prime Minister Shen, will also die with you."

"you you..."

"Think about it carefully. Shen Guihong has finally come to where he is today. He is second to none and above everyone else. Do you have the heart to destroy him?"

Ye Zhiqiu bit his lip and said sadly: "You, what do you want?"

"It's not that great. I like you. As long as you behave yourself, I promise that everyone will be fine." Zhao Yong softened his tone.

After all, he came here to enjoy the good fortune, not to intimidate people. He prefers obedient and sensible women to anxious beauties.

When Ye Zhiqiu heard this, his face turned pale and blue. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it."

Zhao Yong seemed to have expected her refusal, so he did not get angry, but threatened confidently: "Madam Shen, I tell you, I have never failed to get what I want, don't force me."

As he spoke, he hugged her forcefully and sank down hard.

The tears in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes flowed once again, and she turned her head away silently.

When Zhao Yong saw this, he knew that she had compromised. A smug expression appeared on his face, and he continued to talk to her about important things in life.

The thunder outside had long since stopped and heavy rain began to fall. The sound of the rain covered up the sounds coming from the room.

This night was a night of despair for Ye Zhiqiu. The moment she compromised, she had made up her mind to die, so she was like a corpse, letting Zhao Yong do whatever he wanted.

After the incident, Zhao Yong looked at her expression and immediately guessed that she was thinking of committing suicide, so he quickly threatened her.

"I will come to see you often in the future. Remember, if you dare to seek death, then I will let your dear husband be buried with you."

"Beast." Upon hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly jumped up from the bed and wanted to rush over to beat Zhao Yong.

As a result, Zhao Yong hugged her and started to squeeze her body, with evil in his eyes.

He leaned close to her ear and said, "You scold me, I like it when you scold me like that, hahaha!"