After exchanging marriage with my elder sister, I won with a bad hand.

When Zhao Yong saw the despair in Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, the rage in his heart burned even more fiercely. He no longer showed mercy to her and roughly began to tear off her skirt.

"Your Majesty, please, don't do it here, please." Ye Zhiqiu discovered his intention and widened her eyes in horror. Her face was pale and she shook her head frantically to beg. She stretched out her hand, weakly trying to stop him. In Zhao Yong's view, her little strength was no more than a dragonfly trying to shake a tree.

Zhao Yong's anger was already burning. How could her little pleading make the man give in? Not to mention giving in, it would be good enough if it didn't add fuel to the fire.

He pressed her down in the corridor and let her look at her husband who was talking to someone not far ahead. She could see it clearly from this side.

"See? He hasn't noticed this side yet. What do you think he will feel if he turns around and sees you in my arms?" Zhao Yong leaned close to Ye Zhiqiu's ear and bit her earlobe almost pervertedly. The touch was cold, as if a poisonous snake was licking her earlobe.

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong, please let me go." Ye Zhiqiu was so frightened that her body trembled even more violently. She helplessly grabbed the corner of Zhao Yong's clothes, and collapsed on him and begged, "At least, at least not here, I beg you." Her attitude was almost humble to the dust.

Her reaction made Zhao Yong very satisfied, and his male dignity was greatly satisfied.

Finally he stopped his hands from causing trouble, reached out and touched her face and said, "Don't call yourself a slave, you are not. You are my woman, you should call yourself a concubine."

"Your Majesty, you..."

"Huh?" As soon as Ye Zhiqiu raised a little objection, Zhao Yong narrowed his eyes dangerously.

For Zhao Yong, this was undoubtedly a process of domestication. He would not allow the woman in his arms to have even a little bit of resistance, and if there was any, he would try his best to strangle it in the cradle.

Ye Zhiqiu lowered her eyes, knowing that in front of such a huge monster, she really had no room to resist.

She bit her lip and said with difficulty: "Your Majesty, I beg you."

Her obedience made Zhao Yong soften his tone. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "What do you want from me?"

"Change...change place."

"It turns out that my Qiu'er misses me too!"

Zhao Yong laughed loudly, picked up Ye Zhiqiu and left there, walking towards an empty house not far away.

As her body flew into the air, Ye Zhiqiu looked back and saw her husband was still chatting with a group of colleagues and had no idea what was going on here.

That's good, let her bear all the filth alone.

Zhao Yong carried her into the room, put her on the bed with rare gentleness, and the next moment he leaned over her.

This time, she did not struggle anymore, because she knew that any struggle would do no good except to arouse the emperor's anger.

Zhao Yong was a little surprised at first to see her submissiveness. He even stopped and stared at her for a while. Seeing her expression of despair and despair, he became angry.

He was a great king, and so many women were flocking to him, but this woman was so ungrateful.

He immediately stopped being gentle with women. He always liked being simple and rough. He rarely showed a special tenderness to this woman, but she didn't know what was good for her. This made the king, who rarely gave his true heart, feel very uncomfortable.

After half an hour, Zhao Yong let go of Ye Zhiqiu and began to get dressed.

Ye Zhiqiu opened his lifeless eyes and stared blankly upwards, his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

She really couldn't understand how things turned out like this. She had finally come out of the shadow of a few months ago, but now she was back to hell.

Perhaps, she should not have come to participate in this Mid-Autumn Festival. For others, it was a time for people and the moon to reunite, but for her, it was an unforgettable nightmare.

After Zhao Yong put on his clothes, he took a look at her half-dead appearance, frowned, and left without a word.

When that hateful figure walked out of the door, Ye Zhiqiu's tears, which he thought had dried up, began to flow again.

After crying for a while, her emotions finally calmed down a little. Then, tremblingly, she picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and put them on herself.

Things have come to this, it's fine for her to be sad alone, she doesn't want her husband to be sad with her. He also had a hard time coming out of the shadow.

If, if he knew that she had been murdered by that dog emperor again tonight, he would go crazy.

She was worried and afraid. She deserved to die, but her husband could not die.

She didn't know how long she had been packing. When she was about to go out, a breeze blew by, and her foggy mind suddenly became clear.

She forced herself to be strong, and stood up straight against the wall. After a long while of calming down, she pretended to be calm and walked towards the banquet venue.

"Where have you been? I looked for you everywhere just now but couldn't find you." Shen Guihong saw Ye Zhiqiu and hurriedly went to meet him.

The anxiety I just felt was finally relieved after I held my wife's hand.

"Well, there are too many people here, and I think it's too noisy, so I went to sit over there for a while." She pointed to a place casually, her eyes a little evasive, as if she was guilty of a thief.

How could she hide this from Shen Guihong, who understood her? The smile that had just been on her face suddenly froze.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand a little. Ye Zhiqiu frowned and cried out in pain before he let go.

"It's good that you're okay. It's time to take your seat. Come with me." He suppressed the sadness in his heart, forced a smile, pretended nothing had happened, and sat down at the seat holding his wife's hand.

The emperor, who was sitting on the throne, had been looking at Ye Zhiqiu since she appeared. Seeing how close the couple was, he frowned and drank glass after glass of wine.

The favorite concubine sitting next to him found him like this strange. She was quick-witted and followed the emperor's line of sight, and saw Prime Minister Shen and his wife.

She raised her eyebrows, as if she had accidentally discovered something big and important, which was quite interesting.

As for Ye Zhiqiu, she thought that her poor performance had concealed the matter, and she felt much better because of her husband's care and concern.

He felt better and his complexion naturally became rosy slowly. Although there was no smile on his face yet, it was much better than the horrible look he had just had.

Zhao Yong, who had been observing Ye Zhiqiu the whole time, saw all of this. Thinking of this woman being reluctant and pale beside him, he drank even faster.