Yue Yuran has been lingering at the door, wondering whether to gather in groups, but after deliberation for a long time, she finally opened the curtains.
The tent was set up very high, so Yue Yuran could walk in. As soon as she walked in, the air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of alcohol. Yue Yuran couldn't help but frown, she hated this smell!
Following the light, she saw a scene that made her unable to take her eyes away for a long time... her feet were as if they were filled with lead and could not move...
When Yue Yuran entered, Yin Mangze was struggling to bend down to pick up the medicine scattered on the ground. He also felt the fiery gaze from behind, and couldn't help but turn around to see Yue Yuran standing there dullly...
Astonishment only flashed across his face for a second before he grabbed the shirt on the side and put it on immediately.
Yue Yuran looked at his back in disbelief. If she had read correctly just now, his strong back was covered with pink streaks, climbing up his wheat-colored skin ruggedly...
That mark...
It doesn't look like it was cut by a branch at all, but whipped with a whip! She can be sure, because the palace used such harsh punishments to treat some traitors!
Logically speaking, Yin Mangze is the prince of Yin Mangguo, so it is impossible for him to be so seriously injured! So what is going on?
Yin Mangze, this evil and weird person, only now Yue Yuran realized that she didn’t understand him at all! Thinking of this, her heart was suddenly filled with bitterness...
"Is something wrong?" By the time he spoke, he was already dressed and standing in front of her. There was no extra expression on his face, and his brows were slightly frowned. He didn't know whether it was because the wound opened again or because of her arrival...