I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

Wan Muqing looked at the letter in his hand, feeling angry and anxious.

"It turns out...she was really forced!"

"The Hai family is so despicable and shameless! They forcibly kidnapped a woman!"

"No, I have to save her!"

Zhang Siyu, who was pregnant, held him back and said, "Husband, husband, where are you going?"

Wan Muqing hid the envelope in his sleeve and brushed her hand away, "I'm going to go out for a while. You should take good care of your baby and don't run around all the time, otherwise you'll get a miscarriage!"

"Hey - husband!"

Zhang Siyu's fingertips slid across his sleeves.

Wan Muqing was anxiously waiting for the servants to harness the carriage, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Where are you going!" Wan Yuantian's voice shocked Wan Muqing.

"Father...Father..." Wan Muqing looked flustered. "Son...son...I need to go out for a while."

"Don't go out! Siyu is pregnant, you have to stay at home and accompany Siyu more! You just run out to play all day long! You cause trouble! Rumors are everywhere!" Wanyuantian was furious when he saw him.

"father……"

"I said you are not allowed to go, so you are not allowed to go! It's only because Siyu has a good temper and a big heart that she tolerates your nonsense and unruliness! If I, as a father, don't discipline you, you will be laughed at! Go back!"

Wan Tianyuan looked serious and looked at Wan Muqing sharply. His eyes seemed to penetrate his body and made Wan Muqing feel uncomfortable.

He scratched his ears and cheeks in a funny and ridiculous manner, just like a monkey.

At Wan Tianyuan's urging, a light suddenly flashed in Wan Muqing's mind.

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he said hastily, "My wife has become very picky about food since she became pregnant, and she insisted that I go to the street to buy her some delicious food."

After hearing this, although Wan Tianyuan had some doubts in his heart, he still reluctantly believed Wan Muqing's words and waved his hand to signal him to leave.

Seeing this, Wan Muqing breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned. He quickly jumped onto the carriage, waved the whip, and galloped towards the inn mentioned in Wei Chuchu's letter.

"Chu Chu!" Wan Muqing finally saw Wei Chu Chu. He could hardly suppress his inner excitement and joy. He rushed forward and hugged her tightly.

However, Wei Chuchu pushed him away mercilessly, quickly closed the door, sat at the table, lowered her head and shed tears, looking very pitiful.

Seeing his beloved in such pain, Wan Muqing felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He walked forward again and hugged Wei Chuchu tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to use his body temperature to warm her wounded heart.

When he noticed the scabs on the corners of Wei Chuchu's mouth, his heart was filled with endless pity and pain.

Wan Muqing said firmly: "Don't worry, I will do everything I can to get you out of the clutches of that old man! No matter what the cost, I will do it!"

Wei Chuchu shook her head gently, tears streaming down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. She cried, "Don't you know how powerful he is? You know his methods very well! How can we possibly defeat him..."

His words revealed deep helplessness and despair.

Wan Muqing gently held up her beautiful face and kissed the tears from her eyes, as if he wanted to use this affectionate kiss to soothe all the pain and anxiety in her heart. Then, his tone became angry and he said sternly: "Now he has left the court and his power is no longer as strong as before. What's more, my father is at the peak of his power, so what can that old guy count for!"

Wei Chuchu stared at Wan Muqing with tearful eyes, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Her red and swollen eyes made people feel pity for her, and Wan Muqing looked at her like this, and the pity in his heart became stronger. Finally, he could not suppress his emotions and pushed her down on the soft bed...

Just as he was immersed in that wonderful feeling, as if he was floating in ecstasy, Wei Chuchu suddenly pushed him away and started shouting, "Morality! Molestation! You are worse than an animal! Someone come! Someone come quickly! Help!"

Before he could finish his words, a large group of people suddenly rushed in from outside the door. They quickly formed a circle and surrounded the two of them tightly.

Wan Muqing was frightened by this sudden situation and jumped up suddenly. He said in panic: "Chu Chu...you...how could you do this?" As he spoke, he hurriedly picked up a pillow and tried to cover his lower body to prevent the embarrassing situation from getting worse.

At the same time, Wei Chuchu clutched the quilt tightly to cover her snow-white chest. Tears kept flowing from her beautiful eyes. She looked very aggrieved and sad.

Before Wan Muqing could react, he was surrounded by the vicious group of people. They beat and kicked him mercilessly, and every punch and kick was malicious and fierce. Wan Muqing fell to the ground in pain, but he did not resist, his face was full of disbelief and disappointment.

Not long after, Wan Muqing was beaten all over and was almost unable to move.

Then, like a puppet without a soul, he was dragged away by those people and taken to the Dali Temple.

Wan Muqing was locked up in a dark and damp cell, and his mood fell to the bottom.

"Why? Why did Chuchu do this?"

His body fell limply on the straw, mumbling something to himself, as if he had lost consciousness.

Suddenly, a basin of ice-cold water was poured on him. The biting cold instantly penetrated his skin, making him shiver and wake up.

However, before he could recover, the door of the cell was opened again, and the ruthless jailers rushed in, dragged him out of the cage like a beast, and then hung him with a rope, suspending him in mid-air.

Then, a jailer held a whip and mercilessly whipped him. Each whip made a sharp sound as it hit his body, leaving shocking scars.

His screams echoed throughout the cell, but the jailers turned a blind eye and continued to swing their whips, each time harder and harder.

Finally, his breath became weaker and weaker, and he was almost dying.

Seeing this, the jailers stopped what they were doing, put him down, and pressed his head firmly on a worn-out table. There were also several papers covered with words next to it.

The jailer shouted, "Do you admit it?"

He used all his strength to yell hysterically: "I... I... am an official appointed by the imperial court! How dare you force me to confess! I will definitely..."

As he spoke, the whip fell on him again like a storm until he fainted.

"An official appointed by the imperial court?! Your crime is even more serious!" The jailer spat at him.