The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Liu Yingmei's hair was slightly loose, her pearls and jade trembled, and her eyes were full of fear and helplessness, like a little bird trapped in a cage, shivering.

"I will not take it off! I want to go back to the manor!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, yet remained resolute, as she tried to resist the approaching darkness with the last shred of reason and dignity.

Liu Kun's eyes were bloodshot, burning with lust, and he was completely blinded by desire, no longer listening to Liu Yingmei's pleas. Like a hungry wolf, he pounced on Liu Yingmei, gripping her shoulders tightly with both hands, his tone filled with an undeniable domineering: "Baby, submit to me, I will not mistreat you."

Liu Yingmei struggled with all her might, flailing her hands wildly in an attempt to break free of her restraints, but Liu Kun's strength far exceeded her expectations. She could only cry out helplessly, "Your Majesty, please stop this nonsense!"

Seeing Liu Yingmei struggling more fiercely in his arms, Liu Kun's anger intensified. He sneered, his tone full of threat: "You shrew, if you don't submit to me today, I will order the death of the imperial son-in-law Chu Liangchen tomorrow!"

These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into Liu Yingmei's heart.

Chu Liangchen, her gentle and refined husband, was Liu Yingmei's only support in this world. Their deep affection and harmonious relationship made them a model couple admired by everyone in the royal family.

Now, the man Liu Yingmei deeply loves is about to face a life-or-death crisis because of her rejection.

Liu Kun wore a sinister smile, his eyes filled with malice and cruelty: "My darling, just submit to me. I don't want to kill anyone."

Liu Yingmei knew all too well that Liu Kun was ruthless in killing, and would not care about the life of a mere Chu Liangchen. Her heart trembled, and she naturally understood that at this moment, she had to make a choice: uphold her innocence and dignity, or sacrifice herself to save her husband's life?

Every breath Liu Yingmei took was filled with pain and struggle, while Liu Kun waited expectantly for her answer, his eyes brimming with anticipation and fervor.

Liu Yingmei bit her lower lip tightly, as if trying to swallow all the humiliation and resentment back into her heart. Finally, the words that were almost drowned out by tears escaped with difficulty: "Your Majesty, I... will submit to you."

After she finished speaking, two streams of hot tears, like pearls from a broken string, silently slid down her delicate yet sorrowful face.

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun's face instantly lit up with a smug smile. He pulled Liu Yingmei into a tight embrace, and his deep, lustful voice whispered in her ear, "Baby, as long as you serve me well, I will not only spare Chu Liangchen's life, but I will also promote him to a higher rank."

Having said that, Liu Kun picked up Liu Yingmei without giving her a chance to explain and strode towards the dragon bed that symbolized power and desire.

Liu Yingmei's body trembled slightly in Liu Kun's arms, tears silently streaming down her face, not out of fear, but out of deep longing and reluctance to part with Chu Liangchen. At that moment, it felt as if a thousand knives were twisting in her heart, every thought tightly entwined with that distant yet familiar figure—Chu Liangchen.

(The following ten thousand words are omitted.)

Afterwards, Liu Yingmei lay helplessly on the bed, her clothes disheveled and her hair messy, like a flower ravaged by a storm. Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, and her once bright and lively eyes were now filled with deep sorrow and despair.

Liu Kun, shirtless, sat on the edge of the bed, a look of satisfaction and smugness on his face. He gently stroked Liu Yingmei's cheek, a playful smile playing on his lips: "My darling, your taste is truly unforgettable; there is probably no one else in this world who can compare."

Liu Yingmei parted her lips slightly, her voice trembling: "Your Majesty, your wish has been fulfilled. May I ask, if I may return home?"

Liu Kun's lips curled into an unfathomable smile. He stroked Liu Yingmei's back and said, "Why do you say that, my beloved concubine? From now on, my palace will be your eternal home."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yingmei's expression changed drastically, her fear evident in her eyes: "Your Majesty, what do you mean by that? Could it be...?"

Liu Kun gently stroked Liu Yingmei's soft hair, his eyes revealing a deep affection and determination: "My meaning is very simple. From now on, my beloved concubine will stay in this harem and spend every day with me, sharing the joys and sorrows of the world."

After Liu Kun had his way with Liu Yingmei once, he was still not satisfied and felt that he could enjoy it more and more. He wanted to keep Liu Yingmei for a long time and favor her at any time, so he had the idea of ​​taking her into his harem.

Liu Yingmei's heart sank to the bottom. Despair washed over her like a tidal wave. She had thought she could barely endure it, gritting her teeth to get through this unbearable moment. Once Liu Kun's desires were satisfied, she could go home. Then, she planned to pack her valuables with Chu Liangchen and run away, leaving this hellish place of Jiankang forever.

By then, Chu Liangchen would no longer be the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and she would no longer be Princess Xincai. They would be just an ordinary couple, supporting each other through thick and thin, growing old together in the countryside. For Liu Yingmei, this was simply a wish, but even that wish ultimately became a pipe dream.

Liu Yingmei used almost all her strength to squeeze out a few words: "Your Majesty, if I do not return, how can I explain myself to the Imperial Son-in-Law, Chu Liangchen?"

Liu Kun smiled slightly, a smile that concealed a hint of coldness and calculation: "This is easy. In the harem, a palace maid recently died of illness, and her figure and appearance are quite similar to my beloved concubine. I plan to disfigure her and then, in my beloved concubine's name, send her to Chu Liangchen, saying that my beloved concubine unfortunately contracted an illness in the palace and died suddenly. In this way, I can both preserve my beloved concubine's reputation and put an end to Chu Liangchen's hopes. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yingmei felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet and penetrate to her heart. She parted her lips slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I am, after all, Your Majesty's aunt. Such an overstepping act is truly inappropriate."

"Why should my beloved concubine worry? What's so difficult about this?" Liu Kun smiled playfully and said casually, "I will immediately bestow upon you the title of Zhaoyi and grant you the surname Xie. From now on, you will be Zhaoyi Xie in this palace, and no one will be able to mention the past again."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yingmei's face turned deathly pale. She struggled, her hands clenched into fists, her voice pleading, "Your Majesty, you mustn't! This is not only against human ethics, but it will also make you a laughingstock throughout the world. Please, Your Majesty, reconsider!"

However, Liu Kun seemed not to hear, his smile widening and his eyes flashing with an almost insane light.

"Why not? I am the ruler of the world. Under heaven, all land belongs to the king, and all people within the realm are his subjects. Who can interfere with whom I choose to spend my days?"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Kun pounced on Liu Yingmei and pinned her down. Liu Yingmei felt a powerful force binding her tightly. She struggled with all her might, letting out a series of shrill screams: "Your Majesty, please let me go home!"

But Liu Kun's will was as hard as iron. He ignored Liu Yingmei's pleas and, with an almost obsessive fervor on his face, did unspeakable things to Liu Yingmei's frail body...