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Chapter 1147

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Xuan Ying stretched his hand out, touching her forehead. She was running a high fever.

He furrowed his brows. This woman, she was always creating trouble for him.

"Feng Lingxue, get up. What's wrong?" He pulled her up impatiently.

Feng Lingxue opened her eyes weakly, glancing at him. "I took birth control pills just now and I'm allergic to them. I'm having a fever now."

"Birth control pills?"

"That's right. Didn't your people make me take them?"

Xuan Ying pursed his thin lips. The nannies in the palace would indeed give birth control pills to the women who had slept with them. Although the men in Country A could have many women, only the Duchess had the right to bear children.

This was to maintain the purity and nobility of the bloodline.

Xuan Ying didn't find anything wrong with it. He didn't like children at all. Taking birth control pills was the right thing to do.

He stretched his hand out, pinching her face and pulling her in front of him. "Are you feeling wronged? Someone like you is fit to bear my child? "

Cold and sarcastic words spilled from his thin lips.

His grip was so strong that her little face was deformed in his palms. Hearing his words, Feng Lingxue's flushed face quickly turned pale.

"Listen carefully. You're just my slave now. If you serve me well, I'll give you riches. Other than that, don't dream about anything else.

"Every time you're done serving me, you'll have to take the pill yourself. If you dare to get pregnant and cause me trouble, you won't have a good time.

"Even if you get pregnant, I won't let you give birth to it. With a military prostitute grandmother and a prostitute mother, what kind of good child can you give me?"

With that, he reached out and flung her away.

Feng Lingxue's petite body fell onto the soft mattress. She didn't feel any pain, but it hurt so much that it felt like her heart was being ripped apart.

Lying on the bed, she clutched the mattress so tightly that she didn't feel any pain even when her fingernails broke.

She didn't move anymore, just lying there quietly, as if she didn't have any life in her.

Xuan Ying furrowed his brows, feeling that she was an eyesore.

"Turn your face around," he ordered in a low voice.

Feng Lingxue did not move.

Hunching his tall body, he raked his fingers through her hair and tugged on it, turning her head around. "I spent money to buy you back, just to see your sad face. Smile for me."

He grabbed her long hair and Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes to look at him. Actually, she wasn't really looking at him. There was no focus in her eyes, they were empty.

One second, two seconds, three seconds … She stiffly raised the corner of her lips, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

Xuan Ying found it hard to breathe. He grabbed her long hair and pressed her face against the bed before retracting his hand.

Without seeing her face, he felt less annoyed.

"What bad luck!"

He cursed and got up to leave the room.



After he left, Feng Lingxue immediately heard the two maids' voices. "Master, it's already so late, why aren't you asleep yet? Let us massage your shoulders and legs."

"Sure, let's go," Xuan Ying replied.

He left.

They had all left.

Feng Lingxue was still in the same position, not moving at all. The room was so quiet that even her breathing could not be heard …



In the living room.

Xuan Ying sat on the sofa, dressed in black silk pajamas. The waistband of his pajamas was loose, revealing half of his muscular chest. His eight muscular abs could be vaguely seen.

The tall silhouette leaned lazily against the sofa. His two long legs were not crossed but spread apart. His two large palms casually rested on the armrests. His unrestrained sitting posture exuded the wanton charm of a power-hungry man.

A young maid stood behind the sofa, massaging his shoulders and another maid knelt on the carpet, massaging his legs. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it, looking like a boss.

"Master, I heard that Miss Feng upstairs is a prostitute. Will she pass on some infectious disease to you?"

"That's right, we're worried for Master." …

Hearing these words, Xuan Ying moved and opened his eyes. His black glassy eyes landed on the face of a maid by his legs, his gaze unfathomable.

This maid was the one who liked to massage her chest and Xuan Ying had caught a glimpse of her before. She wanted nothing more than to climb into a man's bed.

Now that Country A's Silver Mask King and West Duke were on par with each other, they both had the looks of a king, how tempting.

The maid stretched out her hand, pulling Xuan Ying's large palm towards her chest. "Master, I'm so worried about you that my chest hurts. If you don't believe me, you can touch it."

The maid at the back didn't dare to back down. Her hands slid down the man's broad shoulders. "Master, did that Miss Feng not serve you well? Why don't the two of us serve you well tonight?"

"Master." At this moment, Ah Zhou walked in.

When Ah Zhou saw this, he promptly lowered his head and retreated to the side.

This Master was only 23 years old, he was young and handsome, he was at the age where many beauties threw themselves at him.

Ah Zhou wasn't surprised at all.

Xuan Ying didn't reject him, his hand landing on the maid's body. The maid's face was flushed red, she looked like she was about to melt.

The corners of Xuan Ying's lips kicked up, he was satisfied. "Not bad."

"Master, I …" The maid wanted to stick herself onto Xuan Ying.

But Xuan Ying retracted his hand, looking at Ah Zhou, he said, "Ah Zhou, these two women are really flirtatious. I've even personally inspected them, their breasts aren't bad. Take them away and reward them to the brothers in the military camp. Let them enjoy themselves tonight."

Ah Zhou didn't seem surprised at all. "Yes, Master."

Two black-clothed men stepped forward and directly dragged the two young maids away.

The two young maids had no idea what was happening. They were thrown into the military camp just like that, becoming prostitutes?

Why?

It shouldn't be like this.

They were young and beautiful, they only wanted to serve this man. They didn't want to serve those men who didn't have money or power.

"Ah, no! Master, don't do this to us, we won't dare to do it again! "

The two maids' pleas gradually faded away, they were quickly dragged away.



Ah Zhou walked in front, handing him a wet wipe. Xuan Ying lowered his eyes, nonchalantly wiping his right palm that had touched the maid just now.

After he was done, he threw the wet wipe into the bin.

"Young Master." At this moment, Mo Mo walked in front.

This Mo Mo was an old woman from the South Palace, she was also sent by Xuan Ying's father, the South Duke.

Xuan Ying wasn't married yet, there were so many beautiful concubines in the imperial harem. Someone had to take care of them, and Mo Mo would take care of them.

Xuan Ying lifted his eyes, looking at Mo Mo. "She's allergic to the contraceptive pill. Did she tell you about it?"

Mo Mo nodded. "Yes."

Xuan Ying's expression was a little sinister, it was terrifying. "Since you knew about it, why did you still let her take it? Mo Mo, do you not treat her as a human, or do you not treat me as your Master? "

Mo Mo promptly knelt down. "Young Master, I wouldn't dare to do that."

Xuan Ying crossed his long legs elegantly, giving Mo Mo a condescending look. "She's my woman, I've been infatuated with her recently. If you dare to spoil her body again, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Xuan Ying raised his hand, smashing a teacup onto the ground beside Mo Mo's legs, the hot tea splashing all over her.

Mo Mo didn't dare to cry out in pain, she quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground. "Young Master, I understand. Miss Feng is now your concubine, I'll brew some medicine for her in the future."

"Get lost!"

"Yes." Mo Mo promptly retreated.



After dealing with these people, Xuan Ying lifted his eyes to look at his trusted aide, Ah Zhou. "Is there any news on the matter I asked you to investigate?"

Ah Zhou nodded. "Yes, Master."

Ah Zhou handed a document over. "I've already investigated it. Miss Feng underwent a hymen repair surgery at XX Hospital a week ago."

Xuan Ying lowered his eyes to look at the document in his hands, he waved his hand and all the documents flew into the air.

The temperature in the living room dropped to its lowest point, making one shiver.



In the room.

Feng Lingxue had fallen asleep, she had been having nightmares. She heard a childish voice — -Mommy, Mommy …

Her forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat, her teeth chattering. "No … no …"

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Her empty pupils dilated bit by bit, and then slowly focused. She was in the room now.

She gasped for breath, it was as though she had just survived a disaster.

At this moment, she heard a cold voice. "You're awake?"

Feng Lingxue was shocked. Lifting her eyes, she saw a tall figure sitting on the sofa in the room.

Xuan Ying.

At this moment, there was only a dim table lamp in the room, the light couldn't reach the sofa. The man's face was half-masked, flickering between light and dark. She couldn't see his face clearly.

Only in the darkness, his black glassy eyes landed on her little face. He was like a dormant beast, extremely dangerous.

It was as though he would pounce on her the next second and bite her into pieces.

Feng Lingxue had a bad feeling, she felt that something bad was about to happen.

Xuan Ying looked at her, forcing every syllable out of his throat. "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Feng Lingxue furrowed her pretty brows. "What do you want to say?"

Right after she said that, the two men in black standing by the door walked in front, grabbing her slender arms and pulling her down, throwing her beside his legs.

She fell onto the carpet. Her body was already in disarray, her lower body had already been torn apart and now she was in excruciating pain.

She struggled for a while, wanting to get up. But at this moment, a few fingers reached over, grasping her exquisite jaw, forcing her to lift her eyes.

She bumped into the man's cold and sinister eyes.

He curved his thin lips, looking extremely refined and indifferent. "Do you need me to remind you, regarding your hymen, do you have anything to confess to me?"

Her hymen …

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