Chapter 16 Let the Prince Consort Roll over Here

Shen Ning's eyes were slightly startled, and a hint of self-mockery flashed across her eyes.

Smart?

If she was really smart, she would not have believed the hypocritical promises of those who were heartless and ungrateful, and ended up with a fate worse than death.

All men in the world are ungrateful, and no one is trustworthy.

"Shiqin, Shiqi." Ji Yucang's voice was as cold as frost, "From now on, the two of you will follow the princess and obey her orders."

"Yes." Two women in black appeared and knelt on one knee, "Your subordinates see the princess."

Shen Ning glanced at them expressionlessly, and after a moment, she looked up at Ji Yucang: "Thank you."

After saying this, she turned and entered the bridal chamber.

Ji Yucang stared at her back without saying a word, and did not follow her in. Until her figure disappeared in the door, he lightly ordered: "After the princess marries, she will be the mistress of the Regent Palace, and her status is equal to that of this king."

"Yes!"

Shen Ning heard this, but did not react.

After entering the room, she walked to the dressing table and sat down, removing the pearl hairpins on her head one by one, looking at the stunning face in the mirror indifferently.

Wedding night, wedding night.

For Shen Ning, there was no charm, nor the shyness and expectation of a newlywed. She only knew that she didn't have to care about the Shen family's big bunch of bad things for the time being, and she didn't have to face the dilemma of "because of losing innocence, she had to commit suicide to preserve her reputation or become someone's concubine", and the hypocritical and selfish Qin family's legitimate son who said he liked her but could only let her be a concubine.

As for what she would face after marrying into the Regent's Mansion, that was a matter for the future. At least for now, she could calm down and think about some things.

There were big red wedding characters posted everywhere in the new room, and the red candles were still burning.

But the room was quiet.

With the shocking scene just now, the female officials and maids all had a bit of awe for the Regent Princess, and served her with trepidation, not daring to neglect her at all.

Shen Ning didn't care about their thoughts and enjoyed the quiet and lonely atmosphere alone.

...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Shen Ning, this bitch!" After a hysterical vent, Princess Jiahe smashed everything she could see, but still couldn't ease her hatred and the humiliation she suffered today, "Come here!"

Her face was livid, and she ordered viciously: "Let the prince consort roll over immediately!"

The maid turned away tremblingly. Not long after, a handsome man in a green shirt came in, bowed and saluted, and said in a distant tone: "Your Highness the Princess."

"Kneel down!" Princess Jiahe took the whip on the wall and pointed at him murderously, "Kneel down!"

The maids inside and outside the house lowered their heads, their faces pale with fear, and no one dared to say a word.

The man in green just glanced at the whip in her hand, his expression calm, and knelt down without saying a word.

It seemed that he had done this action countless times and it had become a habit.

The moment his knees hit the ground, the whip broke through the wind and mercilessly whipped him, tearing his clothes with one whip and leaving a blood mark on his back.

The man's face turned pale. The more fierce force and severe pain than before made him understand in an instant how angry Princess Jiahe was.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to endure this level today.

"Bitch! Bitch!" Princess Jiahe seemed to have found an outlet for venting. Her face was ashen and furious. She swung the whip in her hand at the man again and again, "I will definitely make you die a miserable death! Bitch!"

The angry whip seemed to carry the power of thunder and lightning, which was more unbearable than before. The man's face was pale. After a while, his body was shaking a little, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the painful groan was suppressed in his throat.

Princess Jiahe was the only legitimate daughter of the late emperor and the current empress dowager, and the elder sister of the current emperor. Before she left the palace and set up her own house, she was spoiled and domineering, and cruel by nature. She beat and scolded the eunuchs and maids in the palace whenever she wanted. No one in the palace was not afraid of her.

The son-in-law Shen Huaian was a bastard of the Shen family. He was not favored at home. He spent a lot of effort to get his father to agree to let him take the imperial examination. In the end, he passed the list and was selected as the third place in the palace examination by the late emperor.

He thought he could change his fate from then on, but unexpectedly, he was favored by Princess Jiahe because of his outstanding appearance. His career was ruined and he was forced to become a son-in-law.

Shen Huaian had begged the late emperor and refused the princess, but he still couldn't escape the fate of being ordered to marry.

The Shen family couldn't wait to send him to the princess's mansion, hoping that he could please the legitimate princess and bring practical benefits to the Shen family. However, no one knew that after Shen Huaian entered the princess's mansion, he was like falling into the abyss of purgatory. He was either beaten or punished to kneel, and often had new injuries before the old ones healed.

This kind of life lasted for three years.

Shen Huaishu was in despair, not knowing how long he could hold on. Maybe one day Princess Jiahe would accidentally beat him to death, and then order someone to roll him up and drag him to the mass grave to feed the wolves...

A black mist gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and the cold sweat had already blurred his eyes. His vision became unclear, and he could only vaguely see the shadow of the whip flying.

He felt that he was really not far from death.

The vicious venting lasted for an unknown period of time, until a "bang" sounded, Shen Huaishu fell to the ground and fainted. The maids reminded him fearfully: "Your Highness, Your Highness, the Prince Consort has fainted!"

Princess Jiahe seemed to have suddenly recovered from her uncontrolled anger, staring blankly at the man lying on the ground covered in blood, and threw the whip in her hand like a hot potato: "Go get a doctor, go get a doctor!"

As she said, she hurriedly helped Shen Huaishu up: "Huaishu, Huaishu! Wake up, I won't beat you anymore! Wake up!"

Shen Huaishu closed his eyes tightly, his hair was messy, his face was pale and colorless, he was drowsy, and he was tossing and turning in the endless darkness and severe pain.

If he died like this, it might be a relief for him, and he would no longer have to endure endless torture.

But there was always some reluctance in his heart.

He was unwilling to waste sixteen years of hard study, unwilling to go to waste years of planning, unwilling to get revenge, and the enemy was still at large.

After each tragic and serious injury, it was this reluctance that supported him to survive, and then day after day he welcomed the next storm of abuse...

Shen Huaishu was drowsy and thought, when will it end?

How long will he have to endure such days?

Is he destined to have no chance of turning over in this life?