Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

The crackling sound of the whip and the suppressed groan of the man were clearly audible, and even the incense in the hall was tainted with a faint smell.

Except for one face of the man that was intact, his whole body was covered in bloodstains from being whipped out. The bloodstains were crisscrossed one after another, which looked shocking.

The blood dyed his clothes red, and also dyed the bed beneath him red.

Mu Chenyin used the handle of the whip to lift the man's chin. Apart from being cold and ruthless, there was no trace of pity in his eyes, "Xiao Wanfeng, have you ever regretted provoking me?"

Xiao Wanfeng's bright red lips were stained with a trace of blood, and he smiled carelessly, making his already handsome face even more breathtakingly beautiful.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit! Wanfeng failed to kill His Highness, but fell into His hands. This is what he deserves. If one day His Highness falls into Wanfeng's hands, then... His Highness will only be tortured by Wanfeng Worse."

A coldness flashed in Mu Chenyin's eyes, and her hand fell on Xiao Wanfeng's neck.

"You really dare to say that, and you are not afraid that this palace will kill you directly in a fit of anger?"

Xiao Wanfeng's expression remained unchanged. He licked the blood on his lips and smiled softly: "If he was afraid of death, Wanfeng wouldn't come to assassinate His Highness, right?"

Mu Chenyin's hand let go of his neck and fell on his beautiful cheek. The skin under her palm was as smooth and cool as jade, and was actually three points more delicate than a woman's skin.

"Really? Then wouldn't you be afraid if this palace sent you to a small court? With Mr. Wanfeng's face, you are worthy of being an oiran. I'm afraid many men would be willing to spend all their money for Mr. Wanfeng, but Please take a nap?"

Then, her hand slowly slid down and penetrated his clothes. The smooth and satin touch had been replaced by bloody whip marks. She pressed hard, and more blood seeped out along his wounds.

Xiao Wanfeng groaned, and a few drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead. The smile on his face could no longer be maintained. The iron chains that locked his limbs and trapped him on the bed made a slight sound because of the trembling of his body.

He looked up at the cold and ruthless young man on the bed, his broken and weak expression carrying a different kind of beauty and temptation.

"So... Your Highness also wants to sleep with Night Breeze? Your Highness is willing to spend all his money for Night Breeze?"

A pair of moving eyes looked at Mu Chenyin longingly, as if she was the only yearning in his life.

Mu Chenyin smiled softly, but there was no smile in her eyes. She slowly touched his eyes with a cold voice,

"Young Master Wanfeng's seductive eyes are really good at deceiving people. I'm afraid he used this pitiful appearance to deceive people a lot in the past, right? If this palace can gouge out these deceptive eyes, will it be regarded as a good thing?" To eliminate harm to the people?”

If such a monster and scourge were really placed in a small restaurant, I'm afraid it wouldn't be safe.

There was no fear in Xiao Suifeng's eyes. Instead, he chuckled, "Wanfeng can at most seduce His Highness and recommend himself to His Highness as a pillow. Your Highness's reputation as the King of Hell is more of a scourge than Wanfeng! When it comes to eliminating harm for the people, besides Isn’t His Highness more suitable?”

Mu Chenyin was noncommittal. She straightened her clothes, got up and sat down, then squinted at the frail and beautiful man with half-undressed clothes on the bed, and said calmly:

"The pillow mat that Mr. Wanfeng recommended himself is full of murderous intent. If you are not careful, it will be doomed. I am afraid that I will not be able to bear it."