Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

Ling Shaochen sneered, clamped Yue Beiyi's pale face with iron palms, and touched the smooth and cold skin with callused fingers. Thinking that she had been touched by other men, his anger rose a little bit.

Yue Bei frowned in pain, since these days, this moment is the closest she is to him.

But it was also clear that Ling Shaochen's eyes burst out with a look of hatred a hundred times more than before, which burned her deeply like the fire of hell.

"Brother Chen, I don't, I will never betray you..."

"Sister, it's already too late. If I had known this before, why did I do it?" Yue Zhitong shook his head and lamented regretfully, "The prince and I saw and heard it with our own eyes."

Hearing this, Ling Shaochen sneered and stroked the smooth white skin under his fingers. He gritted his molars and said word by word: "So shameless, why don't you just carve the word 'obscenity' here?"

Yue Bei was stunned, realizing that Ling Shaochen was serious, and her eyes were filled with fear.

Inside the dungeon—

Yue Bei's hands, feet and neck were handcuffed, his pupils constricted violently, it was futile to dodge.

Ling Shaochen sat on the side, unmoved.

He saw the adulterer with his own eyes, so he gave her a face tattoo, to see what else she could do to seduce men in the future!

Just like that, he leisurely watched the sharp needle cut Yue Beiyi's cheek.

"No, don't, ah—!" Yue Beiyi's miserable scream resounded through the entire cell.

The executioner had no expression on his face, and meticulously stabbed and painted ink, and a word "obscenity" gradually took shape.

outside the dungeon—

"My lord, my sister made a mistake and deserves to be punished." Yue Zhitong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, frowned, and sighed: "But, with such a face, how will my sister see people in the future?"

"Oh? Tattooing is the lightest punishment among the five punishments." Ling Shaochen raised his eyebrows lazily, and smiled cruelly and coldly, "For the sake of my concubine, this king has already shown mercy."

"The concubine has an idea." Yue Zhitong bit her lip, "Why don't you let my sister go to guard the spirit of Prince Xiang, so we sisters belong to each other."

The arc of Ling Shaochen's lips gradually retracted, and his face sank, "Forget it, Yue Bei should be the widow of Prince Xiang."

Hearing the verdict, Yue Beiyi's tears became more and more violent.

The wound was already numb, and she couldn't feel the pain, because the despair in her heart overwhelmed her.

Soon, Yue Beiyi moved from the desolate side courtyard to a narrower and dilapidated thatched hut, which was specially ordered by Ling Shaochen to be built next to Prince Xiang's tomb to punish Yue Beiyi.

The pain on Yue Beiyi's face has long been gone, and it feels the same as before, but she knows that her dignity has been trampled into the dust.

She no longer dared to look in the mirror, and even turned her head away to scoop up water from the water tank.

The potion for tattooing is specially made, and if it gets into the skin, the ugliness and humiliation will never disappear.

In order to prevent Yue Bei from escaping, Ling Shaochen also tied a shackle made of fine iron on her foot. When she walked, she was dragged by a long iron chain, and the range of movement was ten meters around the hut.

Today, Yue Beiyi was picking out the rice and vegetables that the old servant of Ling's mansion would send every five days.

Just like this, she still has to be picked by those servants, and all she is given are tattered vegetable leaves and old rice, which can barely be eaten.

"Yo, you are my real stepmother?" A frivolous voice suddenly sounded, startling Yue Bei one by one.

Taking a closer look, it was a young man with greasy hair and pink face, his eyes were cloudy, and he was looking at her unscrupulously.

Yue Bei frowned, the voice sounded familiar...

"who are you?"

"The old man you guard every day is my father, so I am naturally the King of Xiangjun." Murong Shi giggled, "Mother, I am your son!"