She was strikingly beautiful, and even in such a disheveled state when she put aside her pride and showed a beseeching expression to a man, it was hard for him to remain unmoved.
The Prince of Xiang indeed paused for a moment, then quickly smiled, “What, now you know to beg me?”
Cui Mingyue made muffled sounds, growing anxious.
Fleeing her marriage only to fall into the Prince of Xiang’s hands, Cui Mingyue felt afraid for the first time.
She needed to gain the opportunity to speak to try and negotiate her way out of this situation.
Seeing the once proud woman reduced to this state, the Prince of Xiang suddenly felt less angry with his guard.
Personally tormenting this favored daughter of heaven was more satisfying than he had imagined.
The Prince of Xiang grasped Cui Mingyue’s chin, his smile cold, “You slut, you think I’ll give you a chance to talk your way out of this?”
Cui Mingyue blinked, not understanding the Prince’s meaning for a moment.
The man’s fingertips lightly caressed her chin, then slowly moved down to her fair neck, near her delicate collarbone.
The kiss mark on her collarbone made the Prince of Xiang sneer, “Heh, seems you’ve consummated the marriage? Then why are you running away?”
Cui Mingyue’s body trembled, fear spreading through her heart.
What was the Prince of Xiang going to do? Surely he didn’t intend to ruin her chastity?
Just as this thought arose, there was a crack.
Cui Mingyue’s eyes suddenly widened, her reaction somewhat delayed.
What had happened?
This thought flashed vaguely through her mind as the girl, as beautiful as a flower, fell motionless like a swan with broken wings, her neck limp.
The Prince of Xiang lowered his gaze to look at his hand.
There was no choice; once Cui Mingyue had entered the Prince of Xiang’s residence, this was the only way to resolve things once and for all.
He looked at his guard.
The guard: “…” He had made a mistake, wasn’t that enough?
“Go dispose of the body. I remember there’s an abandoned well in that deserted courtyard of the prince’s residence…”
The guard didn’t dare say a word, just hoisted Cui Mingyue’s body and ran.
The room’s light was dim. The Prince of Xiang took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, sighing.
He had no choice; it could only be blamed on this woman’s short life.
The next day, a scream broke the tranquility of the small residence.