Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

"Today is a great day for our lord to marry his concubine! Now we are all in the bridal chamber... Ouch..."

Before the words fell, the servant woman was pushed away and staggered.

Yue Bei ran towards the main courtyard in a panic, she was still here, who would Ling Shaochen marry as princess...

One possibility came up, she shook her head frantically, no, no, he wouldn't do that!

Soon, Yue Bei felt the sky was dark for a while, and in the new room she carefully arranged, there came the woman's soft moans and the man's heavy breathing!

That female voice is also so familiar!

Yue Zhitong slapped the door with his eyes tearing apart, his sharp and desolate cry pierced through the cool night sky——

"Ling Shaochen, why are you doing this to me?!"

The door opened, and in the next moment, a strong palm wind hit Yue Beiyi's thin and pale face fiercely.

"Bitch!"

Yue Beiyi's body was tilted to one side, her cheeks swelled rapidly, and a bloody smell rose from her mouth.

She lay prone on the ground, her ears were buzzing, but she still suspected that her ears had heard it wrong.

No matter how much I do, will I still not be able to look back on Yue Zhitong overnight?

"Is this king named by you?" Ling Shaochen's sharp-edged face showed undisguised contempt and hatred, "Come here—"

Immediately, two nuns bowed out with low eyebrows, waiting for orders.

Ling Shaochen's deep phoenix eyes did not have a trace of warmth, and he said lightly: "Slap your mouth!"

Yue Beiyi looked at him in disbelief, and cried, "Why? Why did the bride become Yue Zhitong? Why did you do this to me?"

"Sister, do you still have the face to ask why? The prince's bride should have been me! If you hadn't bribed my personal servant girl to steal the dragon and turn the phoenix, how could I have been separated from the prince for three years..." Yue Zhitong walked out, clutching Pazi was about to cry.

These words also made Ling Shaochen's expression even more gloomy.

"Twenty slaps on the mouth, let her know how to be cautious in her words and deeds."

Yue Bei was startled, and shouted stubbornly: "I didn't, I didn't... She regretted the marriage first! Why didn't you believe me?"

"Sister, do you hate me so much? You must provoke the relationship between the prince and me?" Yue Zhitong's tears fell down.

Yue Bei stared at Yue Zhitong, "Aren't you terminally ill? What? The goal has been achieved, stop pretending?"

Yue Zhitong wiped his tears and sighed pityingly: "Although you curse me like this, I still can't hate you because you are my only younger sister. Your lord, let her go."

These words were like cooking oil in a fire, making Ling Shaochen's expression even more gloomy.

"Don't do it yet!"

Yue Bei looked at Ling Shaochen with teary eyes, unable to believe that he would treat her like this.

Until he was dragged to the yard, Ya Ya knelt on the ground, and the crisp sound of clapping and mouthing could be heard endlessly.

Yue Zhitong exclaimed "ah", half covered his lips, his eyes showed worry, and he looked quite distressed.

"Do you know it wrong?"

After a while, Ling Shaochen walked out slowly, looking down at the woman who was still so stubborn with cold sweat all over her face.

Yue Bei's eyes turned black for a while, she opened the corner of her mouth with difficulty, and murmured: "You clearly said that you will marry me, and I will be the only one in this life..."

"The only person this king wants to marry is Tong'er!"

In a daze, she seemed to hear Ling Shaochen saying this.

Yue Bei lay on the ground, closed her eyes, but couldn't block her ears, and there was more and more severe throbbing pain in the back of her mind, and finally passed out.

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the musty wooden bed in the courtyard.

Yue Bei only felt pain all over his body, and slowly sat up with his body propped up, looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, recalling what Ling Shaochen said before he fell into a coma, he couldn't stop laughing miserably, he still believed Yue Zhitong easily!

Suddenly, she lay down beside the bed and coughed violently, and there were red and black blood stains all over the bed.

Yue Bei clutched her stomach weakly, and murmured: "Don't be afraid, mother will definitely give birth to you alive."

After returning home three days later, Yue Shangshu didn't dare to condescend King Zhenbei, and came to visit his daughter in person at Prince Zhenbei's mansion.

Yue Bei went to find her father in a hurry, no matter whether Ling Shaochen believed her or not, she would expose Yue Zhitong's true colors!

Yue Shangshu turned a blind eye to his daughter's injury, but instead asked with a heartbroken voice: "Back then you knocked Tong'er unconscious and stuffed her into the sedan chair for the Prince Xiang's mansion, and the maids have already confessed. It's the old man's negligence that the son didn't teach his father. ,Ugh……"

It never occurred to Yue Beiyi that her father, whom she had always respected, would also hide the truth!