Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

Half of the face was gently wrapped in light, while the other half sank into deep shadow.

That low and calm tone, like the verdict of the Lord of the Underworld, was chilling.

"Mother... Mother, all of this is my fault... I am willing to accept the punishment I deserve."

Su Yi's voice was weak and trembling, mixed with concern and reluctance for his sister, "Su Rao, go away! Don't worry about me!"

Su Rao's eyes instantly became moist, and tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string.

She suppressed her sobs and said in a firm and clear voice, "Your Highness, I am willing to bear all the punishment on your behalf."

For the first time, the Queen took a direct look at the young woman kneeling before her.

Her pretty face was faintly flushed with anxiety and worry, making her look even more pitiful.

That graceful figure still reveals an extraordinary temperament in this depressing atmosphere, which makes people feel pity.

At this moment, the queen's gaze seemed to soften a lot, and she seemed to be focusing on the young princess.

I saw an extraordinary spirit of courage and sacrifice...

What a shame, this is such a gorgeous banquet.

It should have been full of laughter and joy, but it became a prelude to separation and sorrow.

"Princess, you should go back and rest first."

The queen's voice was gentle yet carried unquestionable power. Every word she said sounded like a carefully carved piece of jade, resounding with every word.

Her eyes swept over Su Yi, filled with a complex mixture of emotions.

There is both the majesty of being a royal family and a subtle sympathy that is hard to detect.

Mother Yu's hands were gentle yet strong, like the strongest branch in the forest, supporting Su Yi who was about to fall.

Su Yi's body seemed extremely weak, like willow catkins softened by the scorching summer sun, and he needed help even to stand.

"My lady..."

Su Yi still wanted to struggle to say something, his voice was as weak as a thread, full of unfinished words and deep unwillingness.

Mother Yu's movements were swift and delicate, and her hand gently covered Su Yi's lips.

It seems to be conveying a message of protection silently.

Su Yi's eyes passed through the gap and met Su Rao's gaze.

The sadness and worry contained in those eyes were like the heaviest fallen leaf in late autumn, slowly falling but causing ripples.

The forced smile on Su Rao's pale face was like a rare warm sun in winter, warm and sad. Behind that smile was a helpless acceptance of fate and a silent comfort to her sister.

With the dull sound of the door closing, only the Queen and Su Rao were left in the room, and the air seemed to become even more solemn.

Su Rao eagerly took out the string of Buddhist beads from her arms. The beads were glowing with a faint luster, as if carrying some deep meaning and hope.

"My Lady, the prince has a different mind..."

Before she finished her words, the calmness on the queen's face and the indifference in her tone were like ice, dimming the flame in Su Rao's heart.

The punishment remains the same, let’s begin.

This brief command was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, making it hard to breathe.

The last bit of hope in Su Rao's heart was completely crushed. She understood that in the face of power, her excuses were too fragile to withstand a single blow.

The approach of getting married seemed to bring a gust of wind, and an irresistible determination was hidden under the kind face.

Although her tone was gentle, it revealed a firmness that did not allow for negotiation.

"I am about to take action. Please bear with me, young lady."

There was a kind of routine indifference in his words.

The silver needle drew a tiny light in the air and pierced Su Rao's skin accurately and ruthlessly.

At that moment, it was not only the physical pain, but also the shock to the depths of the soul.

Su Rao seemed to have traveled through time and space, and truly felt everything that her elder sister had endured.

Pain is a force that can tear apart everything beautiful, making people feel fearful but unable to escape.

The pain came like a tide, again and again. Su Rao clenched her teeth, but despite this, the moans of pain still overflowed uncontrollably.

Every acupuncture prick was like teetering on the brink of death, and all she could do was hold on.

The queen's leisurely demeanor contrasted sharply with the pain she was enduring.

Su Rao realized that this noble lady was quietly deciding her life or death.

Under such torture, death became a relief, but a fire of indomitable spirit ignited in Su Rao's heart.

For the chance of rebirth and for her mother far away, she must live.

"My lady..."

Beside Su Yi's bed, that weak voice carried an unyielding will.

In the abyss of despair and pain, she tried to grasp the last glimmer of hope.

At the same time, in Su Yi's room, the medicine in Mother Feng's hand exuded a faint bitter aroma.

It forms a sharp contrast with Su Yi's pale face.

The medicinal soup seemed to be not only for healing physical injuries, but also a torture to the soul.

"Miss San is blessed by fate and can always turn misfortune into fortune."

Mother Feng's comfort and warmth seemed so powerless.

Su Yi's shaking head was not only a rejection of the medicine, but also a painful admission of his inability to change the current situation.

There were tears in her eyes, which reflected her despair for the future and her deep self-blame for Su Rao's fate.

The haze of despair enveloped everything. The once bright eyes were now filled with dark clouds. Su Yi's heart felt as if it was being pressed down by a huge rock, so heavy that it made it difficult to breathe.

At this moment, the future seems particularly vague, leaving only endless darkness and unknown.

"Then drink a little, and you'll feel better."

Mother Feng's voice was mixed with tenderness and persistence. She tried to use this most ordinary care to build a wall against sorrow for Su Yi in front of her.

"At this moment, Rao'er's suffering must be a thousand times more painful than mine."

Su Yi's tone was firm as iron, but there was an imperceptible worry hidden in his eyes.

Her words showed her deep concern for her distant sisters, as well as her self-blame for her inability to change the current situation.

Mother Feng knew deep down that although her daughter was gentle and kind on a daily basis, she had a toughness in her bones that was unknown to others.

Once this persistence decides on a direction, even ten oxen cannot pull it back.

Thinking of this, her heart tightened involuntarily, and she prayed secretly: If anything happens to the young lady, I'm afraid her old body will not live long.

The master and servant looked at each other in silence in the quiet house. There was a heavy and inescapable atmosphere around them, as if they were silently waiting for the arrival of their predetermined fate.

But deep in Mother Feng's heart, there is still a glimmer of light hidden quietly, which is the desire for a miracle and the hope for a turning point in fate.

Perhaps, Rao'er can miraculously break free from the shackles of death in this vortex of royal intrigue?

Su Yi held up his weak body, his face as pale as the withering pear blossoms outside the window.