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

"Liu Kun, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!" she roared with all her might, each word seeming to be torn from the depths of her soul.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Liu Kun's lips, as if he were enjoying the pleasure that this pain brought.

"Who do you think you are? You're nothing but my plaything, not even worthy to carry my shoes!"

As he spoke, he whipped He Qiongying even more frantically, his fingers tearing at her already tattered clothes, as if he wanted to unleash all his anger and humiliation on her frail body.

He Qiongying's screams echoed throughout the palace, lingering for a long time...

The following day, at Shou'an Palace.

A ray of morning sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice, dappling the luxurious bedchamber and adding a touch of warmth to the opulent space. However, a sense of oppression and eeriness permeated the room.

He Qiongying, the once stunningly beautiful Crown Princess, now lay disheveled on the dragon bed, her eyes filled with anger and despair. Her voice was hoarse and trembling as she murmured, "Liu Kun, you beast, you will die a horrible death!"

Liu Kun was shirtless, wearing the dragon robe that symbolized imperial power, his face beaming with an indescribable satisfaction, somewhat like a Japanese soldier who had just come out of a comfort station.

He glanced at He Qiongying with disdain, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You filthy woman, who do you think you are? Just a worthless slut. I'll play you to death! That's enough for today. When I'm aroused, I'll come back to favor you, hahaha..."

Last night, Liu Kun forcibly took advantage of He Qiongying twice more, and He Qiongying was powerless to resist.

Liu Kun turned around, strode out of the palace, and came to the back garden.

Here, flowers bloom in profusion, birds sing and flowers are fragrant, creating a stark contrast to the gloom inside the palace.

However, the joyful atmosphere froze the moment Liu Kun appeared in the back garden. A group of palace maids who were admiring the flowers immediately knelt down to pay their respects, their faces filled with fear and unease.

During this time, they had already witnessed Liu Kun's debauchery and cruelty.

Liu Kun's gaze swept over the palace maids, and suddenly, a wicked thought flashed in his eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said in an almost commanding tone, "Take off your clothes."

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, causing the palace maids to exchange glances, their eyes filled with astonishment and fear. They couldn't believe that this man who had just ascended the throne would make such a shameless request.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and take them off!" Liu Kun's tone became even more ferocious when he saw that the palace maids did not move.

Under Liu Kun's coercion, some palace maids began to slowly remove their clothes with trembling hands. Their eyes were filled with tears, but they dared not make a sound.

However, some palace maids were slow to move, their faces flushed with shyness, and refused to continue undressing until they were only left with their undergarments. They clutched their clothes tightly, as if they were their only support.

The lead palace maid knelt firmly on the ground, unmoving. Her eyes were filled with determination and unyielding spirit, as if she wanted to defend the dignity and innocence of the palace maids with her actions.

"You slut, why won't you take your clothes off? Are you ignoring my words?" Liu Kun said sternly.

The head maid raised her head, bravely met Liu Kun's gaze, and said, "Your Majesty, please rescind your order. These palace maids may be lowly, but they still have dignity. Making them do such shameless things is not only an insult to their character, but also a stain on Your Majesty's holy name."

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun's face instantly turned ashen. His eyes widened in fury, as if he wanted to devour the head maid alive.

"You bitch, what did you say? Dare to say it again!"

"Your Majesty, please take back your order!"

The head maid, slender and frail, knelt helplessly on the ground, her face pressed against the cold floor tiles, as if even breathing had become heavy.

"Somebody come!"

Liu Kun's face was contorted with rage, his eyes burning like flames.

At his command, a group of guards clad in iron armor and carrying long swords emerged like ghosts, surrounding the palace maids. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, each one carrying a heavy sense of oppression, causing every palace maid present to tremble involuntarily. Fear, like an invisible net, tightly bound their hearts.

Liu Kun's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the group of trembling palace maids, finally settling on the head maid. He slowly drew a gleaming longsword from a guard's waist; the tip lightly touched the ground, producing a crisp, chilling sound…

"Keep your head up."

The head maid trembled, her hands clenched into fists, her fingertips almost digging into her palms, and slowly raised her head.

At that moment, the sunlight perfectly illuminated her face—her phoenix eyes were full of affection, her peach blossom eyes seemed to hold endless autumn water, her skin was like jade, and her features were so exquisite that she looked like a figure from a painting, breathtakingly beautiful.

When Liu Kun's gaze fell upon her face, it involuntarily softened a little, only to be quickly replaced by a strange, wicked thought.

"You dare to defy me?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not."

A playful smile appeared on Liu Kun's lips as the blade gently brushed against her delicate cheek, the cold touch sending a shiver through her body.

"Take off your clothes for me."

The head maid's face turned deathly pale. She forced back her fear and humiliation, saying, "Your Majesty, please have some self-respect."

These words seemed to touch the most sensitive nerve in Liu Kun's heart. His face instantly turned ashen, and he roared, "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup!"

Before he could finish speaking, the long knife in his hand flashed like lightning, instantly slicing open the collar of her clothes and revealing a smooth, jade-like shoulder that gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

A flicker of despair flashed in the eyes of the head maid, who tried to cover it with her hand, but to no avail.

Seeing this, Liu Kun's madness intensified, as if driven by some primal desire. He began to tear at her clothes, and a chaotic and urgent sound rang out in the back garden, filling the air with tension and despair.

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Afterwards, sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappling the ground. A patch of bright red, as dazzling as a blazing flame, was a testament to the intertwining of purity and sin.

The head maid was barely clothed, her trembling body only able to be covered by torn garments. Tears glistened in her eyes, reflecting both endless humiliation and deep despair.

A satisfied yet cruel smile played on Liu Kun's lips as he slowly and methodically straightened his clothes.

"This is the first time I've played with such a vigorous woman. It's intense, comfortable, really comfortable."

And so, in the back garden, in front of a group of guards and maids, Liu Kun had sex with the head maid. However, Liu Kun was unaware that this head maid was none other than Yang Rong's younger sister, Yang Xi.