Pain, a searing, soul-tearing pain.
Her entire body felt as if it had been flayed and its tendons pulled. The surging heat in her lower abdomen was like fire cooking oil.
Lu Qingwan clenched her fists tightly. As a counter-terrorism operative who had been undercover for ten years, constantly navigating the underworld, she knew exactly what was happening!
Before she could even process what was going on, the back of her head slammed against the ground, and stars exploded before her eyes.
"You bitch, still playing the chaste maiden when you're like this?
Be sensible and serve me well, and I can spare you some flesh and blood suffering..."
The rustling of footsteps signaled someone was stripping her clothes. Lu Qingwan's eyes snapped open. "You're asking for death!"
She launched a kick at the man's lower abdomen. Before he could cry out, she balled her right hand into a fist and struck his throat with force.
It should have been a fatal blow, but this body lacked strength, only managing to make the man pause for a moment.
"Bitch, you dare hit me!"
The strong, robust man raised his hand to slap her. Lu Qingwan seized the opportunity, pulled out the hairpin from her hair, and thrust it forward with all her might.
The hairpin plunged directly into the man's heart. The lecherous, ferocious man's pupils contracted in terror. "You, you dare kill me? I'm the Second Miss's man!
After today, the Second Miss will be Consort Chen. If you kill me, the Second Miss won't let you go..."
Lu Qingwan's expression remained unreadable. She pushed the hand holding the hairpin, and the man breathed his last, his eyes full of resentment.
She pushed the corpse aside and tried to get up with great effort. Her bones felt as if they had all been broken, and the pain made her unable to stand.
Unfamiliar memories flooded her mind: Lu Qingwan, the eldest daughter of Marquis Zhaolie, fiancée of Consort Chen, Feng Qingheng.
Tomorrow was her wedding day with Feng Qingheng. Lu Qingwan should have been at home, peacefully preparing for her wedding, but her half-sister Lu Siwan had coaxed her to Xiangguo Temple under the pretense of praying for a harmonious life with Consort Chen after marriage.
Little did she know that waiting for her at Xiangguo Temple was a trap designed to ruin her reputation, with Lu Siwan stepping into her place.
"Lu Siwan, Lan Yurou, you're truly something!"
The moment her thoughts snapped back, the heat surged in her lower abdomen. If it wasn't resolved soon, her meridians would be severed, and she would die.
Her purity or her life, Lu Qingwan unhesitatingly chose the latter.
"A man, I need a man!"
Lu Qingwan muttered hatefully as she walked down the mountain.
Lu Siwan, that venomous little green tea, to prevent the original host from returning in time, had arranged for her to be violated in the wilderness.
When would she find a man in this godforsaken place?
Just as Lu Qingwan was mentally ravaging Lu Siwan eight hundred times to satisfy her craving, her foot tripped on something. "Ouch, damn it!"
How rude!
Immediately, the man's eyes widened in horror. "Holy shit, this woman dares to lay hands on our Prince!"
Lu Qingwan patted the face of the man lying on the ground and managed to say, "This one is not bad, barely acceptable. It'll be you!"
The man was also dressed in black, and at a glance, it was clear he was different from those in night-blooming attire.
His features were exquisite, a masterpiece sculpted by Nuwa. His skin was a cold, pale white, like snow.
A dark red Lycoris radiata flower extended from his left jawline all the way to his nape. Even in unconsciousness, his peerless elegance was undeniable.
The men in black stared in horror. "Your Highness, please get up! Someone is coveting your pure body!"
Unfortunately, the man was completely unconscious and couldn't hear their wails.
Lu Qingwan turned to look at the black-clothed men on the ground, their eyes wide open and staring at her. "Oh, don't look at me like that, I'll get shy!"
The men in black thought, "If you were shy, you'd leave!"
I don't believe you, you lustful demon!
Then, they saw Lu Qingwan stand up. "Sorry everyone, just a little nap, it'll be over soon!"
As the group of black-clothed men were bewildered, Lu Qingwan, seemingly out of nowhere, found a piece of wood and knocked them out one by one, wiping them out on the spot.
...
"Tsk, stiff as a board, no fun!"
Lu Qingwan dragged her aching back as she climbed up. She haphazardly wrapped herself in clothes and, with trembling legs, limped away.
She failed to notice the man behind her looking at her with almost ravenous eyes.
A short while later, the black-clothed men on the ground slowly regained consciousness. Seeing their Prince's state, their expressions instantly turned to horror.
"Prince, Your Highness!"
The man lay naked on the ground, with only a pair of underpants left. He was shivering from the cold, goosebumps covering his entire body.
The black-clothed men forgot about their own poisoning and scrambled to get up, taking off their outer garments to wrap the man.
Oh heavens, oh earth, what kind of monstrous demon was that lustful woman?
Why didn't she just kill them and spare them this agonizing ordeal?!
Their Prince's purity was compromised; he would surely kill them!
"Find him."
The man's sinister tone sent shivers down their spines.
"Dig three feet into the ground, you must find that woman for me. I will grind her bones to dust!"
The black-clothed men continued to stammer, then said with some uncertainty, "Your Highness, your poison... seems to have been resolved prematurely..."