After my kind reminder, Zhou Huaichun finally seemed to remember something. Her body shook violently, the tears in her eyes turned into fear, and her charming face was also filled with shock and fear.
Turning white inch by inch.
"No, it's impossible..."
"How could it be? That's obviously... she's obviously a poor widow who is greedy for vanity."
"It's her. It's her who insists on being my brother's concubine. It's her who's despicable! It's her who is wanton and it's none of my brother's business!"
Zhou Huaichun shook his head violently, scolded me sternly, and tried to throw himself into Zhao Yanqing's arms while crying.
Unfortunately, before he even got close, he got a solid slap in the face.
Blood gushed out from his mouth. Zhou Huaichun covered his chest and looked at Zhao Yanqing in disbelief. He cried sadly and charmingly, "Sir, I have been with you for two years. How can you trust others and not trust me?"
"Drag him down and kill him."
A few cold words came out of Zhao Yanqing's mouth, and Zhou Huaichun's crying stopped abruptly.
Her legs were weak, her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with hatred, staring at me unwillingly.
But no matter how unwilling she was, she was unable to resist anymore.
The two boys held up her arms and carried her out like a dead dog.
When Zhou Huaichun saw that his death was imminent, he suddenly started yelling crazily, saying that her brother and I were already married, and that Zhao Yanqing had broken his shoes.
This made Zhao Yanqing, who was already gloomy, look even gloomier.
"etc……"
He turned around and gave instructions to the boy in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Zhou Huaichun's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Zhao Yanqing with hope.
However, before she could defend herself, Zhao Yanqing sneered again and said, "Huaichun, after all, you have taken care of Brother Ping for two years. It would be unkind to let you die. From now on, you can go to Chunliufang to receive guests."
With those light words, Zhou Huaichun's newly ignited hopes instantly fell into the abyss.
Zhou Huaichun's face was ashen, and he didn't know whether it was from fear or anger. His whole body was shaking violently, and tears rolled out of his eyes. He collapsed and wanted to throw himself in front of Zhao Yanqing to beg for mercy.
But what was waiting for her was the servant's ruthless dragging, endless ravage, and internal diseases.
Chunliufang, a famous fireworks place in Qingyang County, gathers the lowest, dirtiest and most perverted prostitutes.
Letting Zhou Huaichun go there would be far more cruel than killing her.
Zhou Huaichun helped her brother Zhou Huaijing murder countless women. This was the fate she deserved.
But, the most damning thing is, isn’t it Zhao Yanqing?
I stared coldly at Zhou Huaichun's retreating figure, then raised my head to meet Zhao Yanqing's red and guilty eyes. I didn't feel the pleasure of being angry at all, I just felt ridiculed and disgusted.
"Your Highness Prince Rong, if there is nothing else, I will go back to my room first."
I glanced at him coldly, turned around and walked out of the room.
"Azhen."
As soon as I took a step forward, Zhao Yanqing suddenly hugged me from behind.
I frowned and subconsciously wanted to break free.
Zhao Yanqing hugged me tighter.
I closed my eyes, grabbed his hand hard, and said coldly, "Let go!"
"Don't let go." Zhao Yanqing's voice was trembling, a little helpless, and his hands were shaking violently, like a shackle tightly clasped around my waist. His thin lips were wrapped in hot breath and pressed against my ear, and he said in a low voice, "It's really true.
Mom, I...I never knew about these things. If I knew, I would definitely not let them bully you. How could...how could it be like this?"