Yu Qingwu's lips trembled slightly. She subconsciously clenched her collar, not moving or speaking, only warily looking at Xie Jin Yan. Her expression was like that of someone looking at a Yama from hell, filled with both disgust and fear.

The torment from the previous night was something she hadn't yet recovered from.

Sometimes, Yu Qingwu couldn't understand how a sweet little dumpling as a child could grow up to be a mad dog.

Perhaps stimulated by Yu Qingwu's resistant gaze and actions, the smile on Xie Jin Yan's lips suddenly froze, and a layer of gloom crept into his eyes. He grabbed Yu Qingwu from the corner of the bed.

Without explanation, he tore her clothes in a brutal manner.

A gust of cold air invaded her skin, and Yu Qingwu trembled with cold and fear.

"Xie Jin Yan, let me go!" She struggled frantically in Xie Jin Yan's arms, hastily pulling the quilt to cover her body, oblivious to the bloody scratches she left on Xie Jin Yan's arm.

Xie Jin Yan flinched in pain. In his fury, he grabbed the entire bottle of medicated wine and poured it directly over Yu Qingwu's head.

The pungent smell of medicine rushed into her nose, and Yu Qingwu couldn't help but cough. Tears streamed down her face from the stinging sensation.

"Ah! Xie Jin Yan, you mad dog! Mad dog!" Yu Qingwu couldn't bear it any longer. She roared hysterically, her tears mingling with the wine as she cried out in despair, "Just kill me! Kill me to avenge your beloved A Yue!"

She groped for his hand, placed it on her neck, hoping he would strangle her as soon as possible to end this humiliation.

But the next moment, the large hand retracted, and a soft handkerchief landed on the corner of her eye, gently wiping it.

As the medicated wine around her eyes was gradually cleaned away, the man's cold voice sounded in her ear.

"Now you know to be afraid? I'll say it again, if you dare to defy me again, I won't mind cutting off your head."

Sinister, vicious, every word permeated with a strong killing intent.

Yu Qingwu endured the stinging pain and opened her eyes, lifting her head to meet Xie Jin Yan's dark pupils.

His thin lips curved upward, his expression somewhat smug, and his eyes revealed a warning. He held her chin with one hand and wiped away the droplets from the corner of her lips with the other. "There won't be a fourth time..." *smack!*

???

She actually hit him again!

"Yu Qingwu, are you crazy?"

Xie Jin Yan was stunned before he could finish his warning. He covered his face, looking at Yu Qingwu in disbelief.

The small woman who had been trembling with fear just a moment ago was now looking at him with a ghostly, malevolent gaze, making Xie Jin Yan's spine tingle.

Beneath her cold and beautiful face, her red lips slightly lifted in a provocative smile. "The fourth time. Your Highness, just cut me down now."

Xie Jin Yan was dumbfounded, unsure of how to proceed.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Their eyes met, and Xie Jin Yan felt a little unnerved by Yu Qingwu's sinister gaze. After a moment of silence, he looked at her with feigned arrogance and said, "Shijie (Senior martial sister), for the sake of our Shifu (master), I am willing to give you another chance, as long as you immediately admit your mistake, I can consider..."

"The fifth time..."

"Ah! Yu Qingwu, are you a dog?"

Xie Jin Yan's words were cut short as a sharp pain in his shoulder startled him.

Yu Qingwu, half-wrapped in her tattered moon-white robe, had her delicate arms wrapped around Xie Jin Yan's waist with all the tenderness and softness in the world, but her teeth were clamped down on his shoulder. No matter how Xie Jin Yan pulled, she wouldn't let go until the taste of blood filled her entire mouth, and then she slowly released her grip.

At this moment, blood flowed down the corner of her mouth. Yu Qingwu licked her lips, raised her head, and smiled at Xie Jin Yan. A hint of mockery was hooked in her charming and bright eyes. "The sixth time."

Hiss...

A deep red mark was scratched on Xie Jin Yan's neck, causing him to frown in pain. He grabbed the woman's hand as she swung it again, his eyes filled with not only anger but also astonishment. "Yu Qingwu, how dare you!"

How dare she?

She was just trying to suffer a little less humiliation.

Yu Qingwu snorted coldly and ran her slender fingers over Xie Jin Yan's face, her fingertips gently covering his slightly moving thin lips. She hummed and laughed, "Your Highness, this time there's blood. So, will it be beheading, or a white silk, or... a cup of poison to send this servant on her way?"