The Cold-Blooded Prince's Seductive Consort

  The winding path leads to a secluded place, on the neatly paved cobblestone road, two figures are supporting each other, slowly walking towards the Orchid Fragrance Pavilion.

  Along the way, all the servants and houseboys they met pointed and whispered to each other. At this time, Hong Yu didn't mind at all, nor was she annoyed. What mattered most now was Miss's wound.

  That blood-stained, skin-splitting back, every step she took, the water lotus moon was in agony, but fortunately, she used her internal strength to support herself, otherwise, even a stronger body would not be able to withstand Wu Guan's hateful beating.

  "Miss... if it hurts, just cry out loud", Hong Ying said with sobs, and the whip that landed on Miss's body was as painful as if it had landed on her own.

  She was originally going to substitute for Miss, but Miss disagreed, saying that her internal strength was not strong enough, and if she suffered this beating, she would not die but would lose half of her life. Miss's internal strength was solid, and the twenty lashes were nothing to her.

  Unexpectedly, Wu Guanjia vented all his previous anger on the young lady, each whip stroke increasing in severity. The other madams watched with schadenfreude, while even the old master didn't intervene, just standing by and watching, truly chilling to see.

  "It's just twenty lashes, it doesn't matter," Shui Lian Yue endured the pain on her back and comforted Hong Ying, but unexpectedly, this sentence made Hong Ying burst into tears again.

  "Miss, if we had known it would be like this when we came back, why did we come back? Weren't things fine at Baihui Mountain and Qingzhu Jiu Lou?... Miss, no matter what you say, you are the young lady of a thousand gold, the old master's own flesh and blood. How can he be so heartless? And those women, not one of them is any good. This grudge, Hongying has now incurred it. If I don't avenge this grudge, I swear I won't be human..."

  Shui Lian Yue didn't get to speak this time, but every word that Hong Ying said was what she wanted to say. She thought it was fine if she wasn't favored, but unexpectedly even her father was so heartless. Wu Guan Jia had ulterior motives, and everyone saw through him, yet her father just stood by and did nothing, as if she wasn't his own flesh and blood.

  Back at the Orchid Pavilion, her mother was still sleeping. Shui Lianyue didn't want to disturb her and make her condition worse, so she quietly slipped in. However, Qiao Cui saw the wound on Shui Lianyue's back and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.

  "How can Master be so heartless, watching his own daughter being beaten until her skin is torn and flesh exposed? It's one thing if Madam doesn't receive favor, but Miss is still Master's own flesh and blood, waaah..."

  "Cui Yi, the other young ladies of Shuifu, did they suffer the same fate?" Hong Ying asked while helping Shui Lianyue apply medicine, her tears also flowing uncontrollably.

  Cui Cui sniffled, let out a light sigh, and shook her head: "No, the other three young ladies in the manor have never been punished before."

  Hongying was startled and her grip on his hand tightened, causing Shuiyue to cry out in pain.

  "Ah, miss...miss... Hongying didn't mean it, miss, be gentle with Hongying, a little gentler".

  Hongying held a delicate porcelain bottle in her hand, which was also brought out from Baihui Mountain. It was thousands of times more effective than the wound medicine outside. For minor injuries, one application could reduce swelling and relieve pain. If it were Miss's wound, applying it three or four times would allow it to scab over.

  Shui Lian Yue lay on the bed, feeling a cool sensation on her back, although there was still some pain, it had eased up a lot compared to when she first came back. In her heart, she thought, Master is indeed an extraordinary person, not only skilled in martial arts but also able to heal with his wonderful hands.

  This bottle of Yuxuefeng San cream was handmade by Master Father, as the required medicinal materials are many and difficult to make, Baihui Mountain has only three bottles in total. This time down the mountain, Master Father gave her a bottle, seemingly also knowing that she would not be at peace this time down the mountain.

  After applying the medicine, Shui Ling Yue let Hong Ying and Qiao Cui go down to rest.

  The house was quiet, with a few strands of moonlight shining in, adding a touch of mystery.

  At this time, Shui Lian Yue didn't have a single hint of sleepiness. This trip back down the mountain was completely different from what she had imagined before, and it disrupted all her plans.

  Earlier in the Dusky Pavilion, she had only sounded out her father's intentions, but unexpectedly, her father didn't even show a hint of agreeing to call off the engagement. And as for Shui Mengyao and Madame, they must have hated her even more by now.

  Life afterwards will probably not be peaceful, the purpose of this trip down the mountain is to cancel the engagement, so no matter what, she must get out of the marriage, as for other things, humph, come what may, I'll defend myself, if people don't offend me, I won't offend them, but if they do offend me, I will definitely cut them off completely.

  Today's situation, she didn't see it with her own eyes. With each whip that Wu Jianjia struck, Father's eyes showed no expression, not even a hint of heartache.