Chapter 13 You Are Truly Filthy

Xuan Yuanheng’s originally cold face showed cracks.

No, this must be an act by that woman. That woman was good at acting, and he wouldn't believe her.

But after a long time, there was no movement.

At this moment, Xuan Yuanheng truly panicked. He had never felt this way before.

Xuan Yuanheng went into the water and found Feng Ran.

At this time, Feng Ran's face was pale, devoid of any color, a shocking sight that made people tremble with fear.

The prince's mansion was lit up all night.

Imperial physicians came one after another, but none could make Feng Ran wake up.

A terrifying aura enveloped the prince's mansion, and everyone acted with extreme caution, not even daring to breathe heavily.

Half a month passed.

Xuan Yuanheng summoned countless famous doctors for Feng Ran, but they were all helpless when facing her.

Xuan Yuanheng never imagined things would turn out this way.

Looking at Feng Ran, who lay on the bed like a dead person.

Xuan Yuanheng didn't know what to do.

"Feng Ran, if you don't wake up, then you'll never know about Feng Jin's whereabouts."

"If you are not awake by tomorrow, then Feng Jin will be buried with you."

"Anyway, all the Feng family members were harmed by you, so one more Feng Jin won't matter."

"Xuan Yuanheng… please, I beg you, please spare Feng Jin. You should hate me, and you should deal with me. Please don't involve others, okay?"

"Feng Jin is innocent. All the mistakes are mine."

"It was I who was foolish and sought death by wanting to marry you." Feng Ran pleaded desperately. She was devoid of any strength, and speaking these words was extremely taxing.

She forced herself to sit up.

If kneeling could change Xuan Yuanheng's mind, she would have done so immediately.

Xuan Yuanheng let out a cold sneer, giving Feng Ran no reply. His eyes were filled with contempt.

Hah, so no famous doctors were needed. Threatening her with someone she cared about was enough.

He even felt that she was deliberately not waking up.

If he hadn't mentioned Feng Jin, she would probably still be pretending to be dead.

Feng Ran forced herself to sober up. She leaned weakly to the side, her gaze fixed on Xuan Yuanheng.

Xuan Yuanheng sneered again, saying coldly, "Feng Ran, to escape death, you'll do anything, won't you?"

"Or is it for Ling Chi Yuan? You don't want him to be involved?"

Xuan Yuanheng's chilling voice echoed again, "Answer this king. What are you trying to say?"

"..." Feng Ran looked at the man before her. How should she answer to make him happy?

What kind of answer did he want to hear?

Or, no matter how she answered, he would never be satisfied.

Feng Ran lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Xuan Yuanheng directly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. He exuded a terrifying aura and said coldly, "Feng Ran, it's difficult, isn't it?"

"It seems Feng Jin is not that important to you."

Did Xuan Yuanheng hate her that much? Did he enjoy torturing her like this?

Xuan Yuanheng's hand slowly moved to her neck, directly choking her. He leaned closer, his voice bloodthirsty, "Feng Ran, tell me, if this king tightens his grip little by little, will your life still be yours?"

Feng Ran's eyes widened as she looked at Xuan Yuanheng. Did he want to kill her?

Yes, all along, he had wanted to take her life.

She resignedly closed her eyes.

If Xuan Yuanheng was determined to kill her, no matter what she did or how she pleaded, he would not let her go.

Feng Jin, her brother, she would probably never see him again in this life.

Suddenly, Xuan Yuanheng let out a cold sneer, a mocking 'heh' sound, and said coldly, "I said I would let you live, lingering on with a pathetic life."

"Don't tell me you naively thought this king would kill you."

"Killing you would be a release. This king will not grant you that."

"Heh, a woman like you, even death would dirty the word."

Feng Ran's entire body turned icy cold, her face instantly paling. Her heart felt as if it were being slowly torn apart by countless knives.

The man's gaze fell upon her, and a bloodthirsty smile curved his lips as he said, "Touching you, I feel disgusted and nauseous. Even being in the same room with you makes me feel you are utterly filthy."

*Crack.*

Feng Ran's taut nerves, the last vestige of her will to endure, crumbled completely at this moment under Xuan Yuanheng's words.

He said she would be cast into hell.

He said she would live in guilt for the rest of her life.

He said she didn't even have the right to die in this life.

The man's bloodthirsty gaze was so intense that even if she wanted to avoid it, there was no way.

She knew very well that if Xuan Yuanheng didn't want to torture her, Feng Ran would have ceased to exist long ago.

Her whole body trembled, she didn't dare to look at Xuan Yuanheng at all.

She hugged herself tightly, closed her eyes, and hid herself. Only then, he wouldn't see her.

He wouldn't torment her.

She still had many things to do.

She was utterly humble.

Xuan Yuanheng watched the woman before him, humble as dust.

She was the one who once pointed at his nose and said: Xuan Yuanheng, choose me. Only I am worthy of you. Only I, Feng Ran, can make you the Prince. If you want to be second only to one person in power, I can fulfill your wish.

The once glorious Feng Ran was gone. Now, the person before him was so humble that it disgusted him immensely.

His eyes were filled with displeasure.

Xuan Yuanheng spoke coldly, "Amuse me, make this king happy. This king will spare your pathetic life."

Xuan Yuanheng stared intently at the woman trying to hide herself. His eyes were full of mockery.

It seemed this way was even more interesting.

Feng Ran’s body moved.

Amuse him?

If it meant he would let her go and spare her life, then she would amuse him.

They had already consummated their marriage, and had a child. Yes, their child, which he had personally killed.

Feng Ran got up. She stood up with difficulty, reaching out to help Xuan Yuanheng undress. Feng Ran's hands trembled as she whispered, "Your Highness, a word is a promise."

"As long as I amuse you, Your Highness will spare my pathetic life."

Xuan Yuanheng's eyes blazed with anger as he looked at Feng Ran coldly. To save her life, she would do such a despicable thing. Had she fallen to such depths?

Then, was she already accustomed to it in Chun Manyuan?

Was she so cheap?

Xuan Yuanheng pushed Feng Ran away abruptly, saying with disgust, "This king finds you dirty."

"Get out of my sight."

Feng Ran endured the pain in her body and quickly got up and ran towards the outside of Xuan Yuan Mansion.

She ran with all her might, fearing that Xuan Yuanheng might suddenly change his mind, and then she would have nowhere to run.

Because of Xuan Yuanheng's order, Feng Ran exited the Xuan Yuan Mansion with unusual ease.