Did the princess succeed in her revenge today?

Chapter 28 Finally Saved Her

There was silence outside for a while, Sheng Qingshu raised her heart high, and Xuan Kejun had already fallen asleep at this time, so she stopped making any noise.

Suddenly there was a sneer, the man's tone was full of disdain, and he was no longer polite at the beginning. .

"Your husband? You don't know, do you? The two men in your private room have already embraced the oiran and left. How can they care about you?"

"I'm asking you a question to show you face. Since you don't want to drink a toast, you don't have to be polite!"

Several men laughed loudly, their words were extremely obscene, but Sheng Qingshu didn't panic at all.

Now if she can't even take care of these miscellaneous things, she will live in vain this time!
Lifting up the apricot-colored tulle with both hands, three men walked in. The leader was wearing a dark purple long gown with narrow sleeves trimmed with gold, with four-claw pythons embroidered on the cuffs with black thread.

Wearing a purple gold crown with hair inlaid on his head, and an emerald jade plaque on his waist with a "Xuan" engraved on it, the other two are dressed as ordinary rich sons.

This attire allowed Sheng Qingshu to figure out their identities at once, the royal relatives and their cronies.

The person in the lead saw Qing Sheng Qingshu's appearance, his eyes lit up, and his eyes were fixed on her body, refusing to leave.

"It really looks good, and it's not the same as those rouge vulgar fans in the master's mansion!"

"You're still wearing a sword? It's better to save some effort to serve the Lord with your small arms and legs, hahahaha."

"What is given to the son must be the best, then you see what is left"

Sheng Qingshu noticed that these two people were one of the drinkers who had been looking at them frequently just now, and they were looking for prey for the son of the world, and unexpectedly how many innocent women fell into their hands.

"The sleeping one is also good. Seeing that you have chosen well today, I will give it to you two."

His frivolous words decided the fate of the two of them so casually.

"Thank you, son, hehe."

The two looked at Xuan Kejun with greasy and wretched smiles, and the corners of their mouths seemed to be drooling.

It was found that Sheng Qingshu did not show the expected fear and struggle, but looked at them calmly.

"If you are sensible and willing to obey me obediently, then I will be merciful and make you comfortable. If you insist on spoiling my mood, hehe."

"Then let you know whether your bones are harder or my whip is harder."

As he said that, he was about to pull out the whip on his back, but he missed it, only to hear the two people screaming, pointing at his back and trembling.

Looking up, there was no shadow of a woman in front of him, and turning his head with a stiff neck, he saw Sheng Qingshu standing behind him.

"Are you looking for it?"

Sheng Qingshu held the whip in his hand, tore it into several pieces with his bare hands, and threw it on the ground.

Prince Xuan's son was also trembling and unable to utter a complete sentence, and the two people beside him were already kneeling down on the ground in fright.

"How did you come here, witch! There is a witch!"

Sheng Qingshu didn't give him another chance to speak, she waved her hand towards the door, and the two tulle curtains closed automatically, forming a wall out of thin air.

She stretched out her hand to grab the man's throat, slowly raised her arm, and hung the man in the air.

"It seems that you like women crying and begging for mercy under you. I will let you try it today. Shout, don't worry, no one will hear you."

The man's face quickly turned pale, and he grabbed Sheng Qingshu's hand tightly with both hands, but he couldn't move it a bit. Suddenly, his neck loosened and he fell to the ground.

"Forgive me, I know I was wrong! Let me go! I will give you whatever you want. My father is a founding hero and a king with a different surname. I will give you whatever you want."

Prince Xuan kowtowed unceasingly, but saw that the broken whip had returned to normal, and it was now being held in Sheng Qingshu's hand.

As if anticipating something, Prince Xuan's body kept shaking.

"What are you going to do! My father will not let you go! I am the son of Prince Xuan!"

Sheng Qingshu raised the leather whip, it was a fiery red leather whip, well maintained by his master, the leather was tough and the color was translucent.

But it is such a leather whip, I don't know how many women's blood has been stained, and I don't know how many women's lives have been ruined by this whip.

"What do you think you are? Still calling out your son's name? You don't deserve to be human at all!"

Sheng Qingshu's hands became more and more forceful, and her eye sockets gradually blurred.

Soon Prince Xuan's clothes were torn, his flesh was ripped open, and his whole back was dripping with blood.

Prince Xuan wailed and kept begging for mercy. It seemed that the music outside the room had started again, but the melodious sound of the zither was now like his death talisman.

Sheng Qingshu thought of the past, the night when Wutu Kingdom burned down the palace, and her Liuli.

Liuli is her nanny's child, and has been by her side as her personal maid since she was sensible.

The two walked through the ignorant girlhood together, and witnessed the most youthful love for each other.

Although she is a master and servant in name, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a sister.

On the day Wutu Kingdom broke in, a group of soldiers arrested her and humiliated her in every possible way. She suffered so much but never heard a word.

Because Pei Yi said a word: "If your princess hears it, I will let her accompany you. After all, you are like sisters, and you deserve the same blessings and the same difficulties."

When Liuli heard this, she wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide, but Pei Yi's jaw was removed, and she could not seek death if she wanted to live.

Later, Liuli was released and hanged on a swing. Before she died, she even pricked her finger and wrote the word "no regrets".

Obviously, she was almost there, and she was only a few days away from getting married in a glorious manner, marrying the young general she had been thinking of.

But the last one was pierced by thousands of arrows and nailed to the city gate, and the other was tortured and died in the deep palace.

"What do you think of a woman? An object? Or a beautiful canary? Use your status and rights to do whatever you want, and today I will let you taste the taste of being tortured!"

"Born in a woman's crotch, but look down on her! Play with their bodies at will, if you are happy, you will have a way to live, if you are unhappy, you will be tortured to death, are you in front of the world!"

Sheng Qingshu's eyes were bloodshot, the whip in his hand became heavier and heavier, and Prince Xuan's son gradually fell silent.

Sheng Qingshu threw down the whip in her hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood splattered on her hand and face, pulled out the Yaoguang Sword, and pointed it at the two people in the corner.

The two of them were already frightened and dumbfounded, unable to speak a word.

"He's dead, now it's your turn."

Sheng Qingshu's body was covered in blood, like a god of death who had passed through hell once.

Just when she raised her sword and was about to strike, a gust of breeze blew, and it was still the familiar sandalwood fragrance.

Sheng Qingshu seemed to have been relieved suddenly, and the anger in her heart gradually faded, and her legs were about to fall down as soon as they gave way.

The tightly closed gauze curtain was blown open, and the next second Jing Yu came to her side and held her firmly in his arms.

"Sorry, I got into trouble, but I don't regret it, this time I finally saved her."

Before closing her eyes, she vaguely heard the man whispering in her ear.

"You're not wrong, I'm late."

(End of this chapter)