linfengchun

Capítulo 19

Jia Ye hung his head, sweat and blood dripping onto the ground.

"I just... I would like to ask... Your Highness to let me down before you beat me." The weak voice was feeble. "The iron chains are too tight... If you hang me any longer, I'm afraid I'll be dead before Your Highness is satisfied."

After a long silence, Chishu suddenly laughed, his gaze strange.

"Alright, I'll grant your wish."

"Your Highness!" Savana disagreed. "This woman is cunning and treacherous; we mustn't fall for her tricks."

"Didn't you say that people who are poisoned by Qingjia Powder lose all their martial arts skills and are even weaker than children? What are you afraid of?"

“That being said, it’s still safer to hang him up…” Chishu waved his hand, stopping him from speaking.

"No need to say anything more, I know what I'm doing. Put her down."

The chains jingled and the machinery turned as she was slowly lowered to the ground, her small body curled up in a ball. Two guards came over and untied the iron chains binding her waist and arms.

Despite the lingering pain, her breathing gradually became easier, and she moved her almost stiff fingers, which thankfully still responded.

“You are a beautiful woman, why did you become a thief?” Chishu’s face flickered in the firelight, seemingly showing some regret. “If your methods were not so insidious and ruthless, making you an accomplice to evil, with your intelligence, what difficulty would it have been for you to become a queen?”

"Insidious and vicious?" She couldn't help but chuckle, then hissed in pain. "Others can be accused like this, Your Highness..."

"And what about me?"

"Your Highness conspired with Shule to trick the people of Gumo into planting pomegranates everywhere, artificially creating disaster; sent cavalry to plunder outside, cutting off their trade routes and travelers; used a beauty trap to send them to their deaths; used the Demonic Sect to kill your own uncle; seized military power, attacked Gumo, and paved the way for the throne... Your Highness's strategy is so profound that even Jiaye is ashamed of herself."

"Extraordinary measures are needed for extraordinary matters. Don't compare Your Highness to you." Savana roared, lifting his black hair and slapping him hard across the face, instantly numbing half of his cheek.

After the crisp sound, deep red finger marks appeared on her snow-white skin. Her face was small, and the finger marks took up half of it.

Licking the corner of his mouth, Jia Ye's tone remained unchanged, his black eyes revealing undisguised sarcasm.

“I kill people only to survive; Your Highness kills people out of ambition and lust for power. Those who die by my hand are innocent, but those who die by Your Highness deserve their fate? Once the war starts, you will have killed far more than a hundred times as many people as I have.”

"Good... well said."

Chishu bent down and wiped the blood from her lips, his gaze deep and somber.

“I admire you, but we have different mindsets. If you can survive against Savana, I will then test your sharpness.”

After speaking, he stood up and turned to the man beside him.

“I promised to hand her over to you, and now she’s yours.” After a slight hesitation, he whispered in her ear, “Keep her alive; I still have a use for her.”

"Thank you, Your Highness." The man's eyes turned red in an instant, like those of a wild beast.

Chishu glanced at the girl on the ground, swallowed his words, and turned to leave the room.

There was no sense of satisfaction from revenge, but rather a deep, indescribable regret.

Thinking about the current situation, his eyes turned cold again, and the faint trace of reluctance was quickly blown away by the cold wind.

overturn

The room was eerily quiet.

Savana lifted her face with the tip of her foot, looking down at the girl whose whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

"What else do you have to say?"

Jia Ye shook her head, as if she had made up her mind not to waste any energy.

"Even the noble and proud Snow Envoy has such a disheveled moment." He clicked his tongue in amazement, glancing around at the guards. "Gentlemen, tell me how to serve her."

Several men burst into laughter, their lewd smiles carrying an unspeakable ambiguity.

“I’d like to… but it depends on whether Lord Savana will grant my request.” The guard who was closest spoke up, his lewdness undisguised.

"Isn't it a bit too small?" Savana joked casually.

"A pretty face is all that matters. I've never had a girl this beautiful before." Another guard approached, brazenly eyeing her, as if the person on the ground was already completely aroused.

"Snow envoys of the Tianshan Mountains, aren't you afraid?"

A moment's hesitation was quickly replaced by eagerness.

"Who knows, would His Highness let her leave alive?" The crowd burst into laughter, and Savana laughed too. The impatient guards began to tear at Jia Ye's clothes.

He crossed his arms and watched coldly, "Wait, aren't you disgusted? She's covered in blood."

"What do you mean, sir?" Sensing his ulterior motive, a guard stopped his companion's impatience.

"Looking at the snow, she's covered in blood and sweat, how unsightly! Why not get her a bucket of salt water to wash her?"

The guards exchanged bewildered glances. Such severe whip marks, if treated with salt water, would likely be fatal. After a moment of hesitation, Savana spoke in a sinister tone.

"Are you all feeling sorry for him?"

"Do as you say, sir." The lead guard quickly instructed his companions to follow orders.

In no time, a bucket of warm salt water was ready.

Jia Ye remained silent, curled up tightly on the ground.

When the whole bucket of water was poured over him, he finally couldn't help but writhe in pain.

Salt water mixed with blood flowed down her body, the only sound in the sealed room being the churning of the liquid. She curled up in a ball, as if unable to suppress her spasms, gasping for breath, yet uttering no sound despite the extreme pain. Her black hair clung wetly to her cheeks, her face was covered in water, deathly pale.

It took a long time for it to stop rolling, its body trembling uncontrollably.

Savana stepped on her, cruelly yet with a sense of pleasure.

"How does it taste? Is it better than having your head chopped off?"

Jia Ye pretended not to hear.

He was unwilling to give up, so he gradually increased his strength, pressing down little by little until she curled up like a shrimp, yet he still wouldn't stop.

Even the guards around him paled and stepped forward to dissuade him.

"Sir, be careful! If this continues, you'll die on the spot."

He paused for a long time before moving his foot, and seeing the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, he suddenly smiled.

"Now it's your turn, everyone, please enjoy yourselves to the fullest."

The sound of clothes tearing echoed in the closed room.

Several dark hands tore at the girl's clothes from different angles. She struggled and tried to dodge in vain, leaving a wet mark on the dirty floor.

Her snow-white body was quickly revealed, with slender shoulders, a soft waist, slightly protruding breasts, and delicate, long legs, all exposed to the public without any obstruction. The bright red whip marks all over her body further stimulated their desires.

Several men couldn't resist bending down to nibble, leaving marks on the smooth, delicate skin, and wantonly caressing the naked body, like a pack of ferocious beasts surrounding a gluttonous feast.

Jia Ye bit her lip hard, her weak hand groping in the air as if trying to find something to support her, when suddenly her body stiffened. Her blind hand accidentally touched the brazier behind her, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh. Although she pulled her hand back in time, she was still scalded in a large area.

Savannah watched everything before her with great interest.

Several burly men surrounded the petite girl. Some groped her from behind, some pressed their arms against her chest, and others spread her legs to try to violate her further. The room was filled with heavy breathing and the sounds of licking.

He had been waiting for this scene for far too long, ever since he watched his brother being killed.

I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a person in the corner. Their furious eyes, hidden in the shadows, seemed ready to devour someone, but they were unable to move due to their pressure points being sealed. Their bright, piercing pupils were as blood-red as a wolf's, filled with hatred.

Seeing those familiar eyes, he smiled. Finally, someone shared the same feelings he had back then.

The other person's pupils suddenly contracted, turning into astonishment.

consternation…………?

He turned around, but the heavy breathing had disappeared at some point.

The girl struggled to pull away the hands that were clenched and pushed away the head that was pressed against her chest. The lustful men silently went limp, offering no resistance whatsoever.

She struggled to her knees, picked up the sword the guard had tossed aside, and slashed it down fiercely.

Sword after sword, slashing until blood splattered everywhere.

The person, with slender hands, used all their strength to chop down.

The guards were terrified, helpless like meat on a chopping board, watching as the sharp blades tore their bodies apart. Stabbing, piercing, slashing, hacking—each blade entered flesh, and blood gushed from their limbs, filling the room with a stench.

He stared in disbelief, wanting to step forward to stop him, but found that he couldn't muster any strength in his hands and feet. He slumped against the pillar and slid to the ground, his voice fading away.

Only the dull sound of a sword cutting through human flesh could be heard.

The girl raised her head, her pale face splattered with blood, indifferent and cold, like a demon seeking to take lives.

It is both extremely beautiful and extremely ruthless.

She tore off the cloth to cover her body, then laboriously crawled toward the restrained man and pulled out the short sword that pinned him to the ground.

She removed the hairpin from her hair with her slender hand; the seemingly ordinary hairpin was actually hollow. She poured out a pill from it and fed it to his lips, then took out a silver needle, inserted it into the corresponding acupoint, and slowly rotated it. Soon, the sound of chains jingling could be heard.

She coughed and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

He searched Savana's pockets and found several medicine bottles. He sniffed them one by one, picked out one bottle, took one pill himself, and then tossed it to the boy who was now able to sit up.

With the crisp sound of the iron shackles being severed, utter despair washed over him.

Her beautiful face, stained with blood, looked like a demon in the firelight, as she held a dripping sword in one hand.

"You lost."

That was the only sound he heard.

With a single slash, his head was cleanly severed.

As her head rolled to the ground, the girl lost her last bit of strength and collapsed to her knees. Before it even touched the ground, someone caught her from behind and lifted her up in their arms.

In the blink of an eye, they emerged from the blood-soaked secret chamber.

It was already late at night outside; I wondered how long the curfew had been in effect.

It was still within the palace grounds, in a very remote location; once outside the garden gates, one was already in a dense forest.

Unable to see in the darkness, he relied on instinct to leap and traverse through the forest.

After a long and arduous journey, the body in my arms gradually stopped trembling, and its temperature dropped lower and lower.

His shirt was tugged at the chest, and he looked down. Jia Ye pointed to a spot in the woods.

He ran in the direction indicated, and the rushing water grew clearer and clearer, revealing a sliver of silvery white in the moonlight. A mountain spring cascaded down the cliff, forming a small, secluded pool.