First, without concrete evidence, no one would believe it even if it were said, and it wouldn't bring down him and Prime Minister Li's mansion. Second, do you want to see them commit incest?
A mocking smile played on his lips. She had no idea that he had absolutely no interest in other women.
Ye Qianmei is beautiful but simple-minded and shallow. She loves to show off and play. She tried to scheme against Shen Lixue but failed and was outmaneuvered by her, losing her innocence. As her brother, he was so angry that he personally escorted his own sister to Qin Junhao's inn and pushed her into the fire pit.
Qin Junhao is eccentric, short-tempered, and arrogant like a member of the royal family. Ye Qianmei would rather become a nun than marry him. If she angers him, he will surely torture her severely. Ye Qianmei's blank expression, cracked lips, and bruises all over her body are all thanks to Qin Junhao.
The convoy from southern Xinjiang had only been away from Beijing for half a day and hadn't gone far. He wanted to catch up with the convoy and bring back Ye Qianmei, his sister, the only sister in the world who shared the same mother's bloodline with him.
The capital city of Qingyan was bustling with activity, and the streets were crowded with people. The caravan from the southern border was moving very slowly. After leaving the city, without the Imperial Guards watching over them, Qin Junhao planned to reach the next prosperous town before sunset. He ordered the caravan to speed up, and more than ten carriages sped along the official road, kicking up billowing smoke.
The carriage was smooth and undisturbed. Qin Junhao leaned lazily against the cashmere cushions, holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine glass in the other, sipping slowly. The whole carriage was filled with a faint aroma of wine, mixed with a strange smell.
Looking up, Qin Junhao saw Ye Qianmei sitting in the corner with her brows slightly furrowed. He smiled and asked, "Did you smell something strange?"
Ye Qianmei glanced at him, lowered her eyelids, and remained silent.
Qin Junhao explained leisurely: "This is a thirty-year-old Daughter's Red wine. When it's half-brewed using the normal process, a beautiful young girl is captured, hung above the wine, and her throat is slit. Her blood flows into the wine, and the remaining steps are completed with it, making it a true Daughter's Red wine..."
Ye Qianmei felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the clear, slightly reddish wine. Her chest heaved. Upon closer inspection, she noticed a strange smell in the wine's aroma—it was diluted blood. No wonder she felt nauseous.
She was a spoiled princess in Xiliang, often beating, scolding, punishing, and even executing palace maids. But compared to Qin Junhao's ruthlessness and cruelty, the bad things she did were not worth mentioning.
"Ye Qianmei, what's with this reaction? Do you despise me?" Qin Junhao roared, stretching out his long arm and tightly gripping Ye Qianmei's chin. His knuckles turned slightly white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out. He used so much force that he almost crushed her chin.
Ye Qianmei's beautiful eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Qin Junhao, her mouth opening and closing, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Qin Junhao raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself, "I forgot she silenced me."
Reaching out to release Ye Qianmei's pressure points, she coughed lightly a few times and said calmly, "I just found the aroma of the wine quite peculiar and was simply curious. I didn't mean to dislike the Crown Prince."
"Curious about the aroma of the wine?" Qin Junhao's lips curled into a strange smile as he poured a glass of Daughter's Red wine to Ye Qianmei's lips and said teasingly, "Tasting Daughter's Red wine yourself will satisfy your curiosity."
The clear wine was tinged with a blood-red hue, and a strange aroma wafted over. Ye Qianmei felt a surge of turmoil in her chest. Qin Junhao, that madman, was actually making her drink human blood. She was not as perverted as him: "My acupoints have been sealed, so I can't hold the wine glass. You have to feed me."
Qin Junhao glared at her, waved his hand to release her pressure points, and shoved the wine glass into her hand: "Now you can drink it yourself."
He was the Crown Prince of Southern Xinjiang, and he was always served by others. He would never serve others. The Southern Xinjiang caravan was large and impressive, and his people were all around. He was not worried that Ye Qianmei would take the opportunity to escape.
Looking at the fragrant wine, Ye Qianmei felt nauseous at the thought that it was made from human blood. She couldn't possibly drink it. Her eyes flickered, and a charming smile appeared on her lips. She moved closer to Qin Junhao with her supple, serpentine body: "The Daughter Red Wine is so complicated to make. It must be the Crown Prince's special wine. How can Qianmei drink it so casually without respect? This cup is for the Crown Prince."
With her soft, fragrant body in his arms, her boneless arms gently climbing up his neck, a faint fragrance of women mingled with the scent of wine wafted over him, causing Qin Junhao's heart to flutter. Looking into Ye Qianmei's eyes, he was captivated and mesmerized.
"Your Highness, please drink." The soft, sweet voice was enough to melt anyone's bones.
A hint of something flickered in Qin Junhao's eyes. Without hesitation, he downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, tossed the cup aside, and pressed his slightly thick lips heavily against Ye Qianmei's lips. The wine, tinged with the taste of blood, was quickly transferred from his mouth into Ye Qianmei's.
The taste of blood flowed into her mouth and seeped into her throat, causing Ye Qianmei's chest to churn again. Her captivating eyes flashed with intense disgust and revulsion. She tried to push Qin Junhao away, but he held her firmly, and she couldn't budge him an inch. The bloody wine rushed into her mouth, choking her and causing her to cough repeatedly.
Qin Junhao smiled sinisterly, his foul-smelling hand quickly slipping inside her clothes and kneading her delicate skin forcefully. As expected of the princess of Xiliang, her skin was as smooth and tender as water, truly a rare beauty. No matter how much he enjoyed it, he could never get enough.
Ye Qianmei's soft body suddenly stiffened. Looking down, she saw that her outer clothes had been torn and the buttons on her inner clothes had been ripped off. Qin Junhao's smelly and black hands were pinching her fair skin hard, leaving bruises and swellings wherever they went.
Qin Junhao!
Ye Qianmei's eyes turned cold. She pulled the hairpin from her hair and stabbed it hard into Qin Junhao's chest!
During their stay at the inn, he constantly humiliated her, devising ways to torment her, and manipulating her into various humiliating positions to have sex with him.
They were in the carriage now, and any noise inside could be heard clearly outside. Judging from Qin Junhao's cross-eyed expression, she knew he was indulging in lust again. This time, he actually wanted to continue humiliating her in the carriage. This was intolerable, and she was no longer willing to submit to him.
"Ouch." Caught off guard, Qin Junhao was stabbed squarely by the hairpin, and blood instantly stained his clothes.
A sharp pain shot through his wound, and he abruptly stopped enjoying the beauty's movements. He looked up at the ruthless woman beneath him, his eyes blazing with anger: "You wretch, how dare you ambush me!"
He raised his hand and slapped it hard down on Ye Qianmei's face. He used all his strength in this slap, and if Ye Qianmei were hit, she would surely die.
Ye Qianmei's gaze sharpened, and she slapped Qin Junhao away, rolling on the ground to avoid the fatal blow.
A powerful palm strike shattered the carriage, sending wooden planks flying everywhere. Taking advantage of the chaos, Ye Qianmei jumped off the carriage, gathered her disheveled clothes, and used all her inner strength to unleash her fastest lightness skill, running towards the distance with only one thought in her mind: to escape Qin Junhao!
"Guards, bring that vile woman back to me!" Qin Junhao stood beside the carriage shattered into pieces, clutching the hairpin embedded in his chest, his face horribly gloomy. He roared as he watched Ye Qianmei run away at breakneck speed.
She dared to ambush him! He'd capture her and torture her mercilessly! He'd skin her alive and tear her bones apart, making her wish she were dead!
"Yes!" The carriage broke apart, making a great commotion, and the entire convoy stopped. Upon hearing the order, the guards from the Southern Frontier did not hesitate for a moment and quickly chased after Ye Qianmei.
Ye Qianmei's lightness skill was quite good, but the guards of the Southern Frontier were all specially trained and had extremely high lightness skills. In no time, they had caught up with Ye Qianmei and surrounded her: "Princess Ye, please come back with us."
"I'd rather die than go back!" Ye Qianmei's angry shout echoed far and wide on the empty road. Qin Junhao was a demon; if she went back to hell, she would suffer a fate worse than death.
"Then don't blame us for being impolite." The guards' eyes turned cold, and they swung their long swords, aiming straight for Ye Qianmei's vital points.
If they want to kill her, they'll have to see if they have the ability!
Ye Qianmei's eyes turned cold. She sidestepped the guards' swords, kicked one of them away, snatched the sword from his hand, and quickly spun around to deflect the guards' thrusting swords.
She had to live, she absolutely had to live, to avenge her mother, her brother, and herself. Her strong will to live sustained her, and she wielded her long sword with impenetrable skill, far exceeding her usual martial arts prowess. Her moves became increasingly ruthless and swift, and she single-handedly fought against four or five guards without being at a disadvantage.
A billowing cloud of smoke rose from the horizon, rapidly intensifying. Gradually, the smoke drew closer, and one could vaguely make out a man and a horse. The white steed galloped swiftly, and the man on horseback was handsome with a solemn expression. His dark blue cloak billowed in the wind, exuding bravery, might, and imposing presence.
His sharp eyes caught sight of the fierce fight, his brows furrowed, and he shouted urgently, "Stop! Stop it now!"
The cold wind howled and entered his mouth. His magnetic shout, infused with his inner strength, did not reach the fighting crowd, but drifted behind him and quickly dissipated in the cold wind.
His sharp eyes were filled with anxiety as he fiercely whipped the thoroughbred beneath him, urging it to run faster!
The Southern Border Guards' moves were fast, ruthless, and accurate. Each move was vicious yet left a sliver of hope, because Qin Junhao had specifically instructed them to capture them alive. Ye Qianmei was determined to save her life and escape, so she attacked ruthlessly and without mercy. From a distance, it looked as if Ye Qianmei had the upper hand.