They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Wu Chengye is usually the one who has people chasing after her and throwing themselves at her. Seeing Sima Lingyu sitting there unmoved, she reached out and pushed Sima Lingyu onto the bed. His expression was cold, and his eyes were like a frozen pool.

Wu Chengye laughed maniacally, tearing open Sima Lingyu's outer robe to reveal his fair and tender chest. Although he was married, he still felt that Wu Chengye was humiliating him.

He tugged at his clothes, trying to cover his exposed skin: "Lingyu! You're my master now, what are you hiding for!"

Wu Chengye pinned Sima Lingyu's hands to the bed with both hands, looking down at him, tears slowly welling up in his eyes.

"Why are you crying? Today is our wedding day, do you have to be such a spoilsport!" Her voice was sharp and showed no pity, as if she treated all the other concubines in the mansion better than him.

"Second Prince, if you don't like me, please leave!" Sima Lingyu said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

Already unhappy, Wu Chengye became even angrier when Sima Lingyu said such things. He released his hand and slapped him across the face. The sound of the slap was particularly loud in the quiet night.

Five finger marks instantly appeared on his fair face, the force so great that blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Sima Lingyu should have expected this. His smile turned bleak, and he released the hand that had been clutching his clothes.

Like a walking corpse, she let Wu Chengye do whatever he wanted. Wu Chengye roughly scattered his shirt all over the ground. She really went all out, biting Sima Lingyu's lips hard. Sima Lingyu returned the favor, biting her lips until they bled.

Whether this action excited her more or not, a fierce light flashed in her eyes as she bit his ear again, drawing blood from his earlobe!

Sima Lingyu cried out in pain, pushing against Wu Chengye's shoulders with both hands, but Wu Chengye was much stronger than him, lying on top of him, and he couldn't be moved at all.

Wu Chengye released his earlobe and said, "Beg me and I'll let you go!"

Sima Lingyu bit his lip, determined never to beg her for a single word. Seeing his stubborn expression, Wu Chengye buried his head in the crook of his neck, took a deep breath, and made an intoxicating sound.

"You smell so good! I wonder if your brother smells this good too! Why didn't he come to our wedding? What a pity!" As she spoke, her lips roamed over his neck. Sima Lingyu gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the red gauze curtains fluttering in the wind.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Hurry up and come... me!" At first, the voice was normal, but then it gradually became abnormal.

Her hand caressed his waist. Sima Lingyu was extremely unwilling, but the human body's physiological structure made it impossible to avoid such teasing. He was unwilling in his mind, but his body reacted.

Wu Chengye grabbed him tightly: "Didn't you say you didn't like me? Why does this seem a little... you know!"

"Let me go!"

"Didn't the Prime Minister teach you manners at home? How dare you speak to me like that!" She tightened her grip slightly, and Sima Lingyu cried out in discomfort.

"Shout louder, so everyone outside can hear you." After saying that, she also...finally...opened up to herself.

Although her body was not as robust as Wu Chengji's, it was still quite well-endowed. She forcefully grabbed Sima Lingyu's hand with one hand, letting his hand feel the warmth of her chest. That... touch made Sima Lingyu tremble all over.

"No!...I don't like it!" But Wu Chengye was not one to show mercy to women, and she didn't care whether you were in the right state of mind or not; she would do what she wanted to do!

Sima Lingyu kept biting his lip, trying to keep himself from making a sound. From the room came… that kind of… Wu Chengye slapped his face: “Why aren’t you saying anything? If you like me, you should say it!”

"Please stop, Your Highness!"

"You bitch! What are you pretending for? You think you can compare to your brother!" She didn't stop at all. At this moment, Sima Lingyu didn't feel happy, only waves of nausea welled up in her heart.

Wu Chengye was finally tired. She stopped, turned over and lay down next to Sima Lingyu. She was sweating profusely and had no strength left. She sighed, seemingly still feeling unsatisfied, while Sima Lingyu just silently shed tears beside her.

"Stop crying! It's upsetting to watch. It's a joyous occasion, so smile!"

Seeing Sima Lingyu so weak and frail, she felt the urge to bully him rekindled. She turned over and started biting Sima Lingyu's shoulder. By this time, he was exhausted and had no strength left. "Your Highness, please, Your Highness, let me go."

"Once you marry me, I'm yours. What happens to you is entirely up to me. You can't just say you don't want me anymore!"

When he heard someone outside say that it was past midnight, Sima Lingyu could no longer stay awake and closed his eyes to fall asleep. When he woke up the next morning, Wu Chengye was nowhere to be found.

He slowly sat up from the bed, feeling as if his bones were falling apart. He walked to the bronze mirror and saw that his once snow-white skin was now covered in bluish-purple patches, and the red marks on his face had not yet disappeared.

When his personal page Lan'er heard a noise inside the room, he went in and saw that Sima Lingyu was covered in wounds and his face was red and swollen. His heart tightened.

Just as Lan'er was about to help Sima Lingyu get dressed, two servants came in from outside, carrying a bowl of medicine and a basin for washing. Their expressions were also very cold: "Please have the medicine first, Master. His Highness specially ordered it to nourish your body."

"I don't want it, take it away!" As soon as he heard that it was to nourish his body, he remembered the disgusting things that happened last night.

But the servant didn't intend to take the medicine away; he just stood there. Sima Lingyu was understanding of their situation, as everyone in Wu Chengye's mansion had to keep a low profile.

He gulped down the medicine, and the servants helped him wash up. They were going to the palace to pay their respects to the Empress today.

Lan'er combed his hair with a pained expression. He didn't know anything about bedroom matters and didn't know if this was normal. Looking at Sima Lingyu's behavior, he was indeed in pain: "Master, this master is too inconsiderate!"

"Apply me a thicker layer of makeup, so that no one outside will notice anything amiss." His eyes were cold and expressionless. He glanced back at Lan'er and said, "Don't say such things again. You should go back to the Sima residence. It's too dangerous here."

He was terrified, afraid that Wu Chengye might one day lose his beastly nature and defile Lan'er as well. Lan'er shook her head: "Master, I've been with you since I was a child, and now you're all I have left. Please don't send me away." As she spoke, she even tried to kneel down.

Sima Lingyu grabbed him, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Yes, it was true; from now on, the two of them would be left to rely on each other in this dangerous place of the princess's residence.