The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

"Yan'er, my Yan'er, is a fairy. She is the fairy sent to me by God."

"I don't care whether Yan'er has a child or not. What I care about is whether I can stay with Yan'er forever."

"In this life, I only love Yan'er..."

"Haoxuan...Haoxuan..." He muttered, the name that he still thinks of...

In the dream, Baili Haoxuan’s blue eyes were full of tenderness and affection, and his face was filled with a doting and infatuated smile. All his tenderness bloomed only for Yun Jingman... Baili Haoxuan gently embraced Yun Jingman, forever and ever, enjoying the scenery and the moon, it was sweet and beautiful...

"Wake her up for me!" His blue eyes were filled with disgust as he looked coldly at Yun Jingman, who was crawling on the ground. His flesh was bloody and his bones were white. There was not a single spot on his face that was intact. It was disgusting to look at...

A bucket of salty water fell from the sky, icy cold, and splashed on Yun Jingman.

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…” He screamed in pain, the screams were heart-wrenching, shaking the heaven and earth, and eerie in the night.

The salt water quickly flowed to every wound on his face, spreading over a large area and penetrating into the exposed flesh. The pain stimulated every nerve in his body, and it was thousands of times more painful than a sharp knife cutting his face...

“Ah…ah…ah…ah…” Yun Jing couldn’t help but scream because of the wound on his face soaked in salt water. He rolled over and dug his hands into his palms, trying to transfer the pain…

Baili Haoxuan looked indifferently at Yun Jingman who was constantly shaking in pain, and was unmoved...

"It's a great feeling to be neither alive nor dead, isn't it?" He clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked at the suffering Yun Jingman with a cold face. His blue eyes were full of dangerous coldness and bloodthirsty cruelty.

"I thank the emperor for the gift." Yun Jingman refused to give in, refused to bow her head, refused to surrender. She wanted to survive strongly. For the sake of her baby, she had to survive no matter how much suffering or pain she had to endure...

"Bitch, beat me hard!"

A guard took a whip with barbs and used all his strength to whip Yun Jingman, one after another, without hesitation...

"Leave a breath." Baili Haoxuan threw down his sleeves, gave a cold order, and turned to leave...

After receiving the order, the guards continued to whip the already bruised Yun Jingman cruelly and mercilessly.

Yun Jingman hunched up, protecting her belly, protecting the most important child in her life, enduring inhuman pain. She would never forget these dark and hellish treatments. Even drinking three bowls of Meng Po soup could not erase her hatred for Baili Haoxuan. This hatred has penetrated deep into her bones, and she will never forget it unless she turns her bones to dust!

How deep was the love in the past, how strong is the hatred now; love is as deep as the sea, hatred is as high as the sky, I, Yun Jingman, swear that if I am allowed to live, I will kill Baili Haoxuan with my own hands and never stop until I die!!!

Day and night, she was tortured by the same cruel instruments. There are eighteen levels of hell. Yun Jingman thought she already knew that what she had been going through in the past few days was probably worse than the eighteen levels of hell...

Despite the physical torture she had endured over the past few days, Yun Jingman had never given up her desire to live. Baili Haoxuan was keeping her alive, and she was also keeping her own breath, because she had to survive for her baby. She was not alone, she still had a baby...

Now the baby is the only bright light in her dark and boundless world, the only bright light...

She thought she could rely on this little light to survive...

Until Baili Haoxuan brought her last bit of light to...

If she had to live in the cruel reality, Yun Jingman would rather die in an illusory dream. At least the person in the dream would call her "Yan'er" instead of "bitch"...