Slap! Xuan Ying's slap landed on Feng Lingxue's face.
Feng Lingxue's petite body was thrown backwards, landing heavily on the carpet.
A bright red palm print immediately appeared on her delicate little face, and blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth.
The golden hairpin also fell beside her feet.
At this moment, she heard a cold voice. "Are you awake now?"
Feng Lingxue's eyes slowly regained their focus and color. She lifted her eyes to look, Yuyu was curled up in the man's arms, giving her a mocking smile.
The other concubines covered their mouths and snickered, laughing at her for being slapped.
She didn't know when he had returned.
The door was pulled open and Ah Zhou was guarding by the side. Xuan Ying was dressed in a grey leather coat with a caramel-colored knit shirt inside. Half of his handsome face was perfect.
No one dared to say a word. He was the master here, the king of this place.
Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes to look at Xuan Ying. He stood there looking down at her, his black glassy eyes landing on her face. His gaze was so cold, it was as if he wanted to skin her alive.
She had made a move on Yuyu and he had slapped her.
She could be bullied by everyone here, she was as lowly as a speck of dust.
Feng Lingxue was awake, she was really awake now. Her lashes fluttered and her eyes reddened as she looked at Xuan Ying.
Her Brother Ying was really dead.
Goodbye, Brother Ying.
Looking at the smile on her face, Xuan Ying clenched his fists by his side. He had used this hand to slap her. He had used too much force and when she fell to the ground, his palm was numb from the pain.
Now, a layer of crystal-clear mist slowly condensed in her reddened eyes, as if she was about to cry.
He heard a young girl's tinkling voice — -Brother Ying, please don't make me cry in the future.
— -Men shouldn't make women cry.
— -If I cry, it means that I don't like you anymore.
Xuan Ying's tall body gradually stiffened. Pursing his thin lips, he ordered, "Take her away and lock her in the room. Don't let her out!"
"Yes."
Two men in black rushed forward, wanting to pull Feng Lingxue back.
Feng Lingxue dodged, not letting anyone touch her. "I'll walk by myself."
She struggled to stand up and walked up the stairs step by step.
At this moment, Yuyu tugged on his sleeve coquettishly. "Young Master, hurry up and chase that Feng Lingxue out. When she was about to kill someone just now, it was as if she had changed into another person. I suspect that she's mentally ill. For everyone's safety, hurry up and chase her away." Yuyu's eyes widened.
Xuan Ying lowered his eyes and looked at Yuyu in his arms. He was expressionless and his expression was cold. "Do you know why I didn't hit you?"
Yuyu froze. She left the man's embrace and looked up at him.
"I don't want to dirty my hands if I hit you."
Yuyu's legs went soft, and she collapsed onto the carpet.
"Ah Zhou, throw her into the barracks. She's still a virgin and the brothers have worked hard for the past three days. Let her treat them well tonight," Xuan Ying said in a low voice.
"Yes." Ah Zhou nodded. Two men in black dragged Yuyu away.
The atmosphere in the living room was icy cold. The concubines and maids' limbs were cold and they were trembling.
This man was infamous for being ruthless and cruel. He treated disobedient women even more crudely, throwing them into the barracks to become prostitutes.
Yuyu was punished just like that.
But what shocked them even more was that Yuyu was still … a virgin?
That night, he didn't touch Yuyu at all.
Some of the concubines had entered the Snow Mountain Residence three years ago, but none of them had been touched.
They were still virgins.
For the past three years, Xuan Ying had been fighting outside and rarely came back. Even when he was back, he couldn't be bothered to look at them.
So when Yuyu was asked to serve him that night, they all treated Yuyu as the mistress of this place.
Unexpectedly, he didn't touch her at all.
Xuan Ying's cold gaze swept across the concubines and he opened his palm. "Give it to me."
One of the concubines walked forward and handed the small stone over to Xuan Ying.
"All of you, behave yourself. If you continue to make this place a mess, becoming prostitutes is the best ending for you."
With that, Xuan Ying ran up the stairs.
The concubines were all lying on the ground, panting heavily.
…
In the room.
The pungent smell of disinfectant permeated the room. Xuan Ying sat by the bed as an army doctor used a hot knife to cut open his wound, letting out the pus and blood inside.
Ten minutes later, Xuan Ying was biting on a piece of white cloth, his forehead covered in sweat.
He didn't even cry out in pain.
He had gotten used to all these injuries over the past three years.
"Silver Mask King, I've already treated your wound. Don't come into contact with water for the next few days," the army doctor instructed.
Xuan Ying sat by the bed with his head lowered. His fringe was already drenched in sweat and he looked dark and gloomy.
Ah Zhou sent the army doctor out.
Xuan Ying glanced sideways, looking at the small stone lying quietly beside his bed. He stretched his hand out, picking it up.
He used his rough fingertips to caress the ordinary-looking little stone. He didn't know why she treated it like a treasure.
"Master." At this moment, Ah Zhou returned, standing respectfully by the door.
Xuan Ying didn't lift his eyes, only replying coldly, "Let the doctor take a look at her, see if her face is damaged from the slap."
Ah Zhou froze for two seconds. He had been with Master for three years and this was the first time he saw Master being so interested in a woman.
That slap had hurt him as well.
"Yes …"
"Forget it, there's no need to take a look." Xuan Ying changed his mind. "She's so stubborn, she even dared to kill someone over a stupid stone. She should be taught a lesson."
…
In the lower class room. Feng Lingxue was curled up on the cold wooden bed, fast asleep.
She was dreaming.
In the dream, a little girl ran over. This little girl was only a little more than a year old, and she stumbled as she walked. Her skin was as fair as jade, and a pair of big eyes were embedded in her little white face. Her eyes were as bright as top-grade glass.
The little girl ran over, handing her a small stone. "Mommy, this is my present for you."
She bent down, kissing the little girl's cheek lovingly.
Suddenly, the scene changed. A few men in black grabbed the little girl and she was so frightened that she started crying. "Mommy, Mommy …"
"Why are you so noisy? Shut up! "
One of the men in black grabbed the little girl's hair, slapping her across the face.
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