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

She rode her horse recklessly through the streets, causing chaos and commotion, but what could she do? She was a princess.

No one dared to speak. At this moment, Huang Ziliang stood in front of a pastry shop, watching Wu Cheng ride past on horseback, his hand crushing the pastry in his hand.

It seems that to deal with her, we have to start with her backyard.

As soon as Wu Chengye returned to the mansion, while he was still washing up, he called Sima Lingyu to the bath room. The room was filled with steam, and Wu Chengye lay in the bath tub, asking Sima Lingyu to come in and scrub his body.

This is a task that servants or officials should be doing, yet he, a man of high rank, is being made to do it. This is a blatant humiliation of him.

"Lingyu, do you know your brother is back?" She closed her eyes, lost in thought.

Sima Lingyu didn't reply, he just shook his head, but Wu Chengye had his eyes closed, so he couldn't see him shaking his head. He thought that Sima Lingyu didn't want to talk to him again and was deliberately not speaking.

He suddenly reached out from the water, his hand with bulging veins, as if he had used a lot of strength, and grabbed Sima Lingyu's chin. Their faces were only a few centimeters apart, but there was no emotion in either of their eyes.

"Who are you trying to fool with that dramatic, life-or-death act? Hmm!"

"Your Highness has misunderstood." Sima Lingyu didn't look at her, his eyes quietly fixed on the water in the bucket.

Wu Chengye kissed his lips domineeringly. He was very unwilling and clenched his teeth. Wu Chengye's attack was swift and fierce. His tongue darted around in his mouth. He felt as if he had suffered a great injustice, and tears streamed down his face.

Wu Chengye suddenly felt a salty taste. Upon closer inspection, she realized he was crying. She hated men who cried and instantly lost interest. She slowly released his face, but several finger marks were clearly visible on his face.

"It's still you tonight. Call Zhang Langguan, Li Langguan, and Song Langguan as well. Let's see how they serve their master! Oh, it's almost evening. Why don't we call them to the bathhouse now? I haven't tried it yet!" His tone was playful and contemptuous.

There was no need for him to relay the message; those listening outside had already gone to invite the officials.

In fact, those officials were also afraid of Wu Chengye. Many people had died at her hands. Although they were usually arrogant and domineering, they couldn't help but tremble when they thought of Wu Chengye's thunderous wrath.

Upon hearing the announcement, the officials quickly arrived at the entrance of the bathhouse, calling out to so-and-so to come and serve His Highness.

Then several brightly dressed officials walked over. When they saw Sima Lingyu kneeling there, they dared not say anything.

Wu Chengye placed his hands on the bathtub: "Come on, let our master husband learn how to serve people!"

She has always been... ruthless, and there have even been... people she has killed. How could they dare disobey her?

She quickly stripped off her clothes and walked to the bathtub... Wu Chengye stretched out her arms and legs, and the officials rushed to hold them, afraid of being punished by her.

Sima Lingyu felt waves of nausea rising in her chest, but Wu Chengye shouted sternly, "Keep a close eye on him!"

Finally, she stood up from the bathtub. Her strong and powerful body still bore some scars. She stretched out her arms without any hesitation. The people served her carefully, afraid of being punished for doing something wrong.

But then she casually grabbed a robe and wrapped it around herself: "Let's go, to the bedroom."

After they all left, Lan'er went in and helped Sima Lingyu up: "Master, you've only been married for a few days, and you've already suffered one humiliation after another. You're the second young master of the Prime Minister's mansion, after all!"

Sima Lingyu placed a finger on Lan'er's lips, shook his head at him, feeling a little wronged, but he could still bear it.

Upon entering the bedroom, Sima Lingyu was still dressed properly, while the others were all completely naked.

Wu Chengye looked like he was thoroughly enjoying the service from these men.

“This husband doesn’t know how to serve people. You go up and teach him!” Wu Chengye propped his head up with his hand, while Sima Lingyu turned her head to the side, not wanting to see this disgusting scene at all.

This official knew that in the past, they had used some methods to deal with handsome men who were forcibly taken and who were unwilling, but in the end, they still succumbed to Wu Chengye's charms.

They blatantly approached Sima Lingyu, one of them wrapping his arm around him, and another disheveling his hair.

"What are you doing!"

Biting her lip, she stared intently at Wu Chengye and asked, word by word, "Does Your Highness truly intend to humiliate me like this?"

Wu Chengye let out a wild laugh, as if he had heard the funniest joke: "Listen to this! What is my husband saying? Hahaha! Saying I humiliated him? What is he now?"

These words were directed at the officials, who immediately knelt down and said, "Master, we are nothing more than your henchmen."

She glared coldly at Sima Lingyu: "Did you hear that?!"

He stared back coldly. Wu Chengye got up from the bed, walked up to him, and put his foot on his face: "You got some dust on the floor just now, clean it up for me!"

Hearing the commotion outside, Lan'er dug her nails into her flesh, drawing blood from her palms. How could their young master have ever suffered such humiliation? How could their Prime Minister bear to let his second son marry such a person?

After thinking it over, he pushed the door open and quickly shielded Sima Lingyu behind him. Wu Chengye sneered, "Who gave you the guts!"

Sima Lingyu was also shocked. Lan'er suddenly barged in. Given Wu Chengye's personality, wouldn't he have killed him on the spot?

Sima Lingyu immediately shielded Lan'er behind him. He was still a child; how could he let him die in Wu Chengye's clutches?

"Let him go."

"Who do you think you're talking to!" Wu Chengye kicked Sima Lingyu in the chest, but he didn't use much force; he just rubbed his toes against Sima Lingyu's chest.

"Please, Your Highness." Sima Lingyu braced himself on the ground, preparing to kowtow to her, but Wu Chengye smirked, "Fine, then lick it clean and I'll let him go."

"Househusband, no!"

"You have no right to speak here!" The officials swarmed forward and pinned Lan'er down, preventing him from moving.

Sima Lingyu wept as he closed his eyes, his expression one of resignation to death, oblivious to the laughter of the crowd.

When he spoke, the laughter around him grew even more unrestrained. Wu Chengye quickly withdrew his foot, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.

"Do you understand now? You're just a dog by my side...! You can't even protect anyone. If you obediently wag your tail and beg for mercy by my side, maybe I'll be in a good mood and give you some food!"

Wu Chengye's attitude made those officials understand that even if a husband was brought in with great pomp and circumstance, so what? If she was unhappy, everyone would be treated the same!