Silent Lover

King Zhenbei roughly locked Shen Yu's hand behind his back with a piece of silk, hung it on the beam of the house, and he rose into the air.

Shen Yu's arm was twisted, bearing the full weight of his body, and it had been injured for a hundred days. His left hand hadn't healed yet, and he heard the crackling sound of dislocation and fracture.

He was in so much pain that sweat dripped down and splashed on the ground.

With a dragon's cry of a weapon, King Zhenbei drew out his sword, and the cold light reflected Shen Yu's pale face.

"He's going to make a move..."

Shen Yu didn't want to die, although he was ready to become the tenth soul, but when the cold blade touched his neck, he still reacted with fear.

These days are not long, and it has only been half a month since he married into the palace, Shen Yu seems to have spent a few years, he is looking forward to relief, but on the verge of death, Shen Yu thinks of his mother.

When he was selected by the magistrate as a substitute for the young lady, his mother held his hand and wept with tears.

She said: "Son, no matter what happens to you in the future, mother only wants you to live."

His mother was still waiting for him in that small yard, how could he die so quickly?

Shen Yu could imagine how sad her mother would be when her body was sent back.

The only way for him to survive now is to please King Zhenbei.

Shen Yu raised the corners of her mouth, trying to squeeze out a pale smile, and taught the nanny to say that men like women who smile like flowers, as long as a woman smiles in front of them, no matter what the fault, they will forgive you.

With his hands bound, what else can he do but laugh?

"You still dare to laugh? Begging to die, right? Heh..."

King Zhenbei misunderstood again, Shen Yu's smile was contemptuous to him, and he squeezed Shen Yu's chin viciously.

When the cold light suddenly appeared, Shen Yu saw King Zhenbei raising his sword, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"Mother... the child will never cause you trouble again..."

King Zhenbei's swordsmanship was exquisite, and with a few swishing sword moves, Shen Yu's clothes were in disarray, leaving only obscene trousers in his bellyband.

"You want to die, but this king refuses to let you die. When you die, this king has the final say!"

Shen Yu opened his eyes, he didn't die... Although King Zhenbei misunderstood his intentions, the result was the same, he didn't die.

The price was King Zhenbei's wrath.

……

Shen Yu endured an unknown number of whips, her whole body was in burning pain, and her consciousness was hazy.

After King Zhenbei had vented, he was in high spirits...