The body of the young lady was extremely frail.
After being whipped and not receiving proper treatment, Mo Qinghuan developed a high fever in the middle of the night.
She was delirious from the fever and only felt that she heard footsteps. Someone rushed over and then rushed away in a hurry.
Not long after, there came a confused clatter of footsteps again, followed by a harsh voice.
"What a little bitch. She's really a headache. But it doesn't matter. As long as she doesn't die. Call a doctor to bandage her up. As long as she can be alive and sent into the bridal sedan chair."
Lan's voice seemed far - off one moment and close the next. It was hard to make out clearly.
Mo Qinghuan could only feel vaguely that someone seemed to be helping to treat her wounds and then changed her into new clothes.
She was carried into the bridal sedan chair and jolted all the way to the bridal chamber. She didn't even go through the wedding ceremony of bowing to Heaven and Earth.
But it was understandable. Mo Qinghuan was only a concubine to fill the void. How could she deserve a proper wedding? It was already a mercy for her to enter through the side door.
She didn't know exactly how much time had passed before Mo Qinghuan finally regained consciousness from her coma.
An old man in wedding clothes with a wrinkled face was grinning at her ferociously.
Mo Qinghuan was about to back away from him when she found that her hands and feet were all tied up.
"Are you Minister Zhang?"
Mo Qinghuan quickly retrieved the man's identity from her memory.
"You should call me husband from now on."
When Minister Zhang smiled, all the wrinkles on his face bunched up.
There was a stench of old age on him, which made Mo Qinghuan nauseous.
"You're really lucky, girl. You didn't die even after being tortured like this. But it doesn't matter. Although you're not exactly what I like, it's more fun to play with a live one."
Minister Zhang said sinisterly, his eyes fixed on Mo Qinghuan.
His withered hand, as if suffering from Parkinson's, tore off Mo Qinghuan's wedding dress. Immediately, a patch of snow - white skin was revealed.
The color was like milk, and the texture was like silk. It was simply irresistible, which further stimulated Minister Zhang's twisted mind.
"What a beautiful body!" He said with a grin and took out a lot of strange things from the side.
With his eighty - year - old body, Minister Zhang was naturally unable to do it himself.
But he had a lot of gadgets. He placed them one by one on the table beside the bed, mumbling explanations as he did so.
"This whip has claimed the lives of eight of my concubines."
"Three others couldn't bear this jade phallus and died of massive bleeding."
As he counted them one by one, there were at least a dozen items in total.
Each item was stained with at least two lives.
A look of mockery flashed in Mo Qinghuan's eyes. This old wretch, unable to satisfy himself physically, tortured these delicate girls in all sorts of ways.
He really deserved to die...
"You'd better not touch me, or I'll make sure you die a terrible death!"
Mo Qinghuan moved her finger slightly. There was a delicate ring on it.
In her memory, this ring was a gift from her father on her ninth birthday.
Fearing that his daughter would be bullied by the family while he was on the battlefield, he deliberately made it as a hidden weapon.
With a slight movement, one could trigger the mechanism, and a sharp iron piece as big as a thumbnail would shoot out from the ring.
If used properly, it could kill with one strike; otherwise, it could seriously injure the opponent.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that you, who usually seem so timid, are actually a tough nut to crack when it matters. I like that."
While the old pervert was rambling on, Mo Qinghuan had already used the iron piece from the ring to untie one of her hands.
She still pretended to be tied up to avoid arousing his suspicion.
Minister Zhang picked and chose for a long time and finally took out a jade phallus as thick as an adult's arm and held it in front of his eyes to compare.
It was obviously custom - made. Both its color and shape were very similar to a man's private parts.
"I heard that you had a childhood sweetheart before you got married to me. I guess you can take this thing, right?"
"You were sent to my mansion even though your heart belongs to someone else. You must have been thoroughly defiled. But it doesn't matter. I'll only use you once. Just for fun."
Minister Zhang said in a sarcastic tone and then was about to kiss Mo Qinghuan with his stinky yellow - toothed mouth.
"You old pervert, get away from me!"
Without hesitation, Mo Qinghuan clenched her fist and slashed at Minister Zhang's artery with the sharp iron piece.
Although the old pervert was nearly a hundred years old and his physical condition was far from what it used to be.
But after all, he often exercised. He dodged very quickly, and the iron piece only scratched his wrinkled face.
The blood dripped directly onto the quilt along his earth - gray face and was quickly absorbed.
Minister Zhang never expected that he would be injured in this situation. Immediately, his old face darkened.
"I think you're just asking for death!"
Without saying a word, he picked up the whip and lashed out.
Snap...
Immediately, the clothes on Mo Qinghuan's chest were torn apart, and the skin and flesh on her chest were also lacerated.
The bright red blood against her milk - white skin made Minister Zhang's eyes fix on her like a hungry wolf.
Mo Qinghuan didn't expect that her body was so weak. She couldn't even lift her hand, let alone resist.
Without hesitation, Minister Zhang took out his belt and tied up Mo Qinghuan's hand that she had just managed to untie. Then he roughly snatched the ring from her hand.
A bloody mark was left on her fair finger. As the saying goes, pain in the finger is felt in the heart. Mo Qinghuan couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
She gasped for breath. This weak body really had no ability to resist. Just when she was about to close her eyes and give up struggling, warm blood splashed on her face.
She opened her eyes suddenly. Minister Zhang's headless body fell to the side with a loud thud.
Mo Qinghuan turned her head stiffly and saw a figure in black. The material of the clothes was very good, with patterns outlined in gold thread. It was obvious that the person must be extremely wealthy.
"Who are you?" Mo Qinghuan said weakly.
Due to excessive blood loss, her whole face looked extremely frail. Even her cherry - pink lips had lost their original color and were now pale.