"I'll ask you again, are you going to marry me or not?" A rough and cold male voice exploded in Xia Qinghuan's ear. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a handsome but ferocious face.
She felt a sharp pain in her body. Her neck was pinched by the man in front of her, and her chest felt as uncomfortable as if it was going to explode.
Her eyes narrowed. What was going on? Wasn't she dead? She remembered that she had been betrayed by her boss and was shot five times. She was dead.
Some memories suddenly flooded into her mind. They did not belong to her.
Before Qing Huan came to her senses, she was slapped hard on the face, which made her dizzy and dizzy.
A bloody smell came into her mouth and she spat out a mouthful of blood. Feeling the burning pain on her back, she suddenly raised her head and burned with rage in her eyes. The remaining memory in her mind told her that the original owner had been beaten to death by the cane, so she could be resurrected by the original owner.
"Answer me, do you want to marry Prince Liang?"
Another furious questioning, accompanied by a vicious slap, came from the Crown Prince, Murong Qiao.
A green figure rushed over, pulled Murong Qiao away, and cried, "Your Highness, don't make things difficult for me. Although my father was drunk that day, he did wrong to marry me to Prince Liang. It was really hard for my sister to take over the marriage. Besides, my sister has been missing you in her heart. If you force her like this, won't you force her to death?" The person was like a pear blossom in the rain, looking delicate. She was Xia Qinghuan's younger sister, Xia Wan'er.
Murong Qiao's heart ached when he saw this. He immediately let go of Qing Huan and turned to support Xia Wan'er.
The air quickly returned to Qing Huan's chest. She took a deep breath and dispelled the smell of death.
Qing Huan stood up unsteadily, but the pain in her body made her gasp. She could not stand steadily, and her legs went weak and she fell to the ground again. The remaining memories in her mind and the conversation between these two people made her immediately know what was going on.
The original father was the prime minister. A month ago, when he was drunk, he agreed to Prince Liang's request to marry Xia Wan'er.
The Prime Minister was full of regret after he sobered up. Xia Wan'er, the daughter of a concubine, who was his favorite concubine, was Madam Linglong's daughter. How could he really bear to marry her to the cruel Prince Liang?
Xia Wan'er also cried and refused to marry him, because she had been in love with the Crown Prince for a long time. She wanted to be the Crown Prince's wife.
The Prime Minister had no choice but to force his daughter, Xia Qinghuan, to marry Prince Liang.
Although Xia Qinghuan was the legitimate daughter, she had never enjoyed the honor of the legitimate daughter in the Prime Minister's mansion. Her mother was even hated by the Prime Minister.
The original owner, Xia Qinghuan, was naturally unwilling to agree to the marriage. Xia Wan'er cried and complained to First Prince, Murong Qiao.
What happened in the yard just now was poured into Qing Huan's mind one by one. Murong Qiao not only forced her to marry Prince Liang with the people of the prime minister's mansion, but also tortured her. She could even hear the pleading of Xia Qinghuan before her death and the blood that filled the air before her death.
Xia Qinghuan was filled with rage. Murong Qiao looked at her contemptuously and kicked her. "You think you're worthy of being my wife? Bah, you're such a good-for-nothing. Even if you're a concubine, I won't take you."
Xia Qinghuan had already been tortured, so this kick was merciless. She spat out a mouthful of blood. She clenched her fists, and the anger in her eyes became more and more intense.
She tried to stand up, but the wounds on her body were so severe that her body was torn apart when she moved.
Xia Wan'er stepped forward softly and said with a guilty face, "Sister, I'm sorry. I promised you that I wouldn't have any improper thoughts about the Crown Prince. However, love is really uncontrollable. The more I suppress my yearning for the Crown Prince, the deeper my yearning for him. The more I can't extricate myself from it, the more I have to ignore your warning."
Xia Wan'er looked really pitiful, but Xia Qinghuan knew what she looked like in private.
Murong Qiao was incensed. "How dare you stop Wan'er from being with me? A woman like you is too vicious."
Xia Wan'er quickly grabbed Murong Qiao's hand and sobbed, "Your Highness, don't blame me. As a younger sister, I shouldn't have competed with you. It's my fault. I couldn't control my feelings..."
Murong Qiao said, "Wan'er, don't say anything more. You're too soft-hearted, that's why you've always been bullied by her."
Xia Wan'er looked at Xia Qinghuan, who was in a mess. There was a trace of viciousness in her eyes, but she said in a pleading tone, "Sister, please help me and the Crown Prince. I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life."
Qing Huan sucked in a breath of cold air and coldly watched the two of them act as if there was no one else present. She felt extremely annoyed. She was a military doctor of the special forces in modern times, and she was forthright and straightforward when she came and went. She disdained to talk to people like them who were scheming and flirting with each other.
The remnant memory in her mind told her that King Liang's legs were disabled, and he was cruel. Although he did not marry a legal wife, there were more than ten concubines in the manor. Moreover, she heard that half of these concubines were disabled. It could be imagined what kind of life they lived in the manor.
The original owner probably knew this, so he was unwilling to marry King Liang.
Qing Huan endured the pain and tried his best to squeeze out a sentence through her teeth. "Do you want to fulfill my happiness? You're so shameless!"
When Murong Qiao heard this, he suddenly flew into a rage. He looked at Madam Linglong, Xia Wan'er's mother, who was sitting on a chair in front of the corridor. "What are you waiting for?"
Madam Ling Long had been watching, and she was really anxious. If Xia Qinghuan did not agree, her daughter Wan'er would marry the evil ghost Prince Liang. Today, the First Prince came to put pressure on her. She thought that Xia Qinghuan would agree, but she did not expect that Xia Qinghuan would torture her again and again, but she refused to let go.
Now, hearing His Highness' orders, she could no longer hold back her anger. She said sternly, "Come on, beat her up. Beat her hard until she agrees."
As soon as Madam Linglong gave the order, two rude servants pressed on Qinghua. The sticks and canes fell on Xia Qinghuan's back, which made her skin and flesh split open and flesh bloody.
She had been a special agent for eight years, but her will was as strong as steel. She gritted her teeth and endured the humiliation and painful beating that didn't belong to her. Blood spilled from her mouth, and the cane on her back almost broke all her bones.
Madam Linglong and Murong Qiao had never thought that Xia Qinghuan would be so stubborn. Ling Long was extremely angry and had no time to maintain her dignity. She stepped down and grabbed the hair on Qing Huan's forehead with one hand. She pulled her head up forcefully and said viciously, "If you don't agree, you're courting death."
Qing Huan spat out a mouthful of blood and spat it out on Madam Linglong's face. Madam Linglong was extremely angry. She grabbed her hair and pressed her head hard on the ground. She stepped on the back of her head and said, "I'll make your mouth hard, your mouth hard!"
Murong Qiao said coldly, "What are you talking about with her about? If she doesn't agree, then let's follow the prime minister's previous plan and get rid of her mother with the crime of adultery. Let's see if the Yuan family will still be able to survive if they were to be thrown out of the mansion for such an unbearable crime."
Qing Huan was furious. There was a trace of heartache in her anger. This was not her emotion, but the feelings the original owner left in her brain and heart. It could be imagined that the only person the original owner could not let go of before he died was her mother, Mrs. Yuan.
In a coma, a majestic voice slowly sounded. "Tomorrow is the wedding. If you hurt her a little more, carry her to the bridal sedan chair in a coma. King Liang only wants the legal daughter of the Prime Minister's Manor to be his wife. As for whether she will be disabled or disfigured in the future, King Liang won't care."
Qing Huan kept this voice in mind. Her experience as a special agent told her that this voice should belong to the original owner's father, Prime Minister Xia.
A tiger would not eat its son. The Prime Minister Xia was worse than a pig or a dog.
A fierce cane fell on her back again, and finally, she fainted.