Dark night arrives as promised, and waterfowl sleep together on the sandy shore of the Jinwu River. The soft and bright moon breaks through the clouds and hangs high in the sky. The dusty breeze blows the flower branches and the shadows of the trees sway.
On the hidden path leading to Qingxiang in Jinling City, two strong men, one behind the other, carried a sack together and walked forward.
The whole street was silent as the men hurried on their way and whispered to each other:
"Is there enough time?"
"Don't worry! I'll be careful when I leave the palace! I won't miss anything!"
"..."
Zhong Mi, who was in the sack, heard the conversation while he was drowsily asleep, and faintly noticed that he seemed to be moving. When he woke up completely, he realized that he had been tied up tightly in a sack made of woven sackcloth.
Immediately, a chill spread all over my body from the soles of my feet, and there was a numbness in my back.
She began to struggle, twisting her body and straining at her throat to make a sound. But the cotton cloth in her mouth was too tightly stuffed, and she could only slurred out a few words.
The man holding her shoulder heard her whimpering and growled impatiently: "What are you arguing about?! If you make any more noise, I'll kill you!"
Zhong Mi paused immediately, his body stiffening involuntarily.
Then I heard them sneer in my ears: "What kind of princess! It's nothing more than that! She's not as courageous as a chicken!"
Hearing this, Zhong Mi struggled again and shouted vaguely at the top of his voice: "I'm not a princess! I'm Zhong Mi!"
The cotton cloth hindered her pronunciation, and the two strong men could not hear a single word clearly. They said viciously: "You stinky bitch! You can't even fight! Believe it or not, I will punish you on the spot right now!"
Zhong Mi was extremely desperate, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. She closed her eyes, bit the cotton cloth hard, and kept rubbing the thick rope tied around her wrist, intending to break it.
But this rope is extremely strong, and it has not been shaken even after working hard for a long time.
Zhong Mi almost collapsed: the rope that tied her was prepared by her personally for Xiao Manxin. It was made with special craftsmanship and was unbreakable. Now she is in a cocoon, completely trapping herself.
She thought about the solution all the way, but before she could figure it out, she was thrown out without mercy. The hard and cold ground hit her, and she curled up in a circle in pain, feeling that all the bones in her body were about to break.
Immediately afterwards, the linen covering his body was roughly torn apart.
But her face was still covered with a hood, and Zhong Mi could clearly see the environment through the gap. In a dilapidated wooden house, dim candlelight flickered, three men stood in front of her, each with fat heads, big ears, big shoulders and round waist, staring at her with serious eyes.
Zhong Mi sat up from the ground in horror, twisting his body and trying to hide behind.
Unexpectedly, behind her, the two strong men who carried her in stood, grabbing her shoulders and holding her firmly in place. Zhong Mi shook his head desperately and shouted incoherently: "No! Don't come over! I'm not the eleventh princess! I'm not Xiao Manxin!!"
No one could understand her. The men in the room just thought she was asking for help. Everyone grinned and teased in a high-pitched voice: "Princess Eleven! Shout louder! Let all the men feel happy!"
Immediately, a burst of laughter came from the room: "Hahahaha..."
"I never thought I would be able to sleep with a princess in this life!"
Zhong Mi shuddered when he heard the laughter and stepped back, only to be pushed back again. The closer the three greasy and wretched men came, the harder she struggled, the happier they laughed.
She cried heartbreakingly, and three men came up to her, scrambling to tear at her dress, violently and arrogantly. Zhong Mi wanted to break free, but his shoulders were firmly held, and he watched helplessly as they put their hands into their clothes.
She resisted like crazy, tears slid down her cheeks, and her hood was wet with tears.
Zhong Mi wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself at this moment, a huge sense of shame spurted out. When she was almost out of strength, she felt a sudden chill in her chest. The front of her clothes had been completely torn, exposing her snow-white skin.
Zhong Mi's eyes were red, and he pushed his legs forward with all his strength, trying to stop the men's dirty hands.
However, this meager strength was not enough to resist three adult men.
Just when Zhong Mi was in pain and despair, there was a sudden "pop" sound in his ears, and the door of the wooden house banged against the wall. Someone broke in and the laughter and crying in the house suddenly stopped.
Through a thin layer of cloth, Zhong Mi saw a group of people wearing the same clothes rushing in.
Then she heard a man shouting sharply: "Bring them all to me!"
The men who were still bullying her unscrupulously were now locked with their backhands and kneeling down to beg for mercy: "Master! Master! It's none of our business! We are just following orders!"
The leader, Lang Jun, said coldly: "You are a shameless person! Dali Temple has already arrested you! You still dare to quibble! Delay them all! Put them in jail and interrogate them strictly!"
Then, earth-shattering cries rang out in the room, and the three fat men kept shouting, losing the arrogance and ferocity they had just now. After a while, they were all escorted out, including the two strong men who controlled her movements.
Zhong Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed and leaned against the haystack. All the strength in his body was drained away.
She lay numbly until someone covered her with a layer of clothing, and she suddenly came back to consciousness.
When she guessed who the visitor was, her hood was pulled off, and the dizzying candlelight immediately came over her. Zhong Mi closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he saw a sixteen-year-old boy standing in front of him.
With a sneer on his lips, Ma Bowen stared at her coldly and muttered in a low voice: "Zhong Mi? How does it feel to be set up and insulted by others?"
Zhong Mi reacted immediately, whining twice while holding the cotton in his mouth, his eyes already out of focus.
Ma Bowen took out the piece of cloth from her mouth in disgust and threw it aside: "Today, people from Dali Temple arrived in time, otherwise... you should know what will happen to you?"
Zhong Mi's eyes were bloodshot, he looked up at the young man in front of him, and said feebly: "So... it was all set by you."
Ma Bowen's beautiful brows narrowed slightly and he said with a smile: "Yes, I also want to thank you for your cooperation and taking my bait, which gave me the opportunity to catch you all in one fell swoop."
As soon as he finished speaking, his face fell instantly, and a coldness like a blade burst out in his eyes: "Zhong Mi, you are such a humble servant, why on earth did you do this to the dignified princess? Is there someone else behind you? Is there an envoy?"
Zhong Mi lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Ma Bowen said gloomily: "You will not be able to escape tonight if you don't tell me! I have many ways to torture you, and you will not be able to survive! You will not be able to die! Tell all the truth honestly!"
