Chapter 33

Yan Xun was very angry because of An's own proposal. After leaving An's yard angrily, he heard the servants panic and report.

Aunt He is dead.

Yan Xun was shocked. There was a Princess Xuan behind Duanmuhe, and she couldn't die.

Yan Xun came to Aunt He's yard. When he opened the door, he smelled a very strong smell of blood. It was covered with black cloth strips covering all the light. The candles lit on the ground formed a circle, and the one lying in the circle was Aunt He's body covered with blood.

Aunt He had lost her breath.

Aunt He was tied with a yellow cloth strip, which wrapped around her body, and was covered with dense and terrifying runes, including many cursed words.

Aunt He's eyes widened, and there were candlelights reflected in her eyes, as if a ghost fire was stuck in her eyes, locking her soul.

"Master, look..." Someone looked at the ground in surprise and looked at a curse written in blood:

Duanmuhe voluntarily went to the eighteenth floor of hell, asking for mercy on ghosts and gods, and cursing Yan Xun's whole family is worse than death!

Pay my son's life!

Yan Xun's face turned red in an instant. He stared at the curse with red eyes, furious: "It's outrageous. Come on, throw this poisonous woman out and burn the yard!"

Even though he burned everything, the curse was imprinted in his eyes, accompanying his dreams every day and night.

When she heard Aunt He cursing Yan Xun's whole family in such a tragic and decisive way, she couldn't help but feel a little stupid.

Where do ghosts and gods come from in the world, and where do curses come from?

Choosing to commit suicide means losing the possibility of revenge. If Duanmu He really hates her, she shouldn't have chosen this dead end.

Yan Xun is a heartless and cruel person. He doesn't care about the life or death of a concubine. It is really difficult to determine whether Aunt He's intention to be sentenced to death.

"Miss, someone threw a bag at our door." Chishui walked out and felt someone peeking at something, but when he passed by, he found a bag placed by the door. It was probably because of the plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain that successfully put the bag in front of the door.

Chishui opened the bag in front of Yan Qingyu, worried that something inside would hurt Yan Qingyu.

After opening it, it was found that there were a pile of debris and a letter.

When Chishui opened the letter, she raised her eyebrows in surprise and quickly put it in front of Yan Qingyu.

Yan Qingyu looked at the letter written to her by the ghost. The more she read, the deeper the frown she frowned.

This is a letter written to her by Aunt He.

The letter talks about many things that concern An, including the memories of her fighting with An when she was young. Perhaps because she hated An, she wrote in particular in detail. The content in the letter shows that Aunt He hated An, but she can still clearly express the matter between An, Yan Xun and Aunt He more than ten or twenty years ago.

The thick stack of letters is not only a memory of Aunt He, but also a prayer she sent after her death.

He cursed the Prime Minister's Mansion with his own life, and knew that what he had done was useless and could not get back his son's life and could not really curse Yan Xun's Manchus's life was worse than death. So before she died, she wrote down everything she knew about An and Yan Xun on paper, and after she died, she gave it to Yan Qingyu.

If anyone in this world can make An's life worse than death for her, then only Yan Qingyu is the only one.

The bag left by Duanmuhe was not only a letter, but also a large number of store land deeds and silver notes, which were probably all her property.

"I did it so ruthlessly, I didn't give me the opportunity to refuse." Yan Qingyu couldn't help but laugh and cry, but she didn't expect that in the end, the person He trusted the most was her.

He gave her all his life's wealth, and recorded all the memories he knew on paper in order to make An's life worse than death. Many of them were news that Yan Qingyu urgently needed.

"Forget it, the gift from the dead souls is unavoidable." Yan Qingyu sighed softly, and finally accepted all the wealth presented by Duanmu He.

A wish to die.

...

Mo Yan came to ask about the date in person the next day after the other party received the betrothal gift. The fourth of the six rituals: Asking about the date.

First

An made the decision and agreed to the proposal sent by Concubine De, and then took the betrothal gift sent to express his agreement to the marriage. After that, Mo Yan came to the door in person to inquire about the date of the marriage.

Yan Hongyu, who was lying on the hospital bed, had no idea that she had been promised to others without realizing it.

Yan Xun disagreed with this marriage, but because An took the initiative to accept this marriage, the matter of His Majesty's imperial edict was heard, and His Majesty could do nothing.

Mo Yan came to ask about the date. The time for getting married was on the same day as Yan Qingyu married the fourth prince. Yan Xun listened to Mo Yan's words and finally smiled coldly, and went to the brothel gentle village without looking back.

Because Aunt He died in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the power of the backyard fell into the hands of the old lady. The old lady was sick and weak, so Yan Ruoyi asked her to help in charge of the affairs. So when Mo Yan came to the door, he could not dare to stop him and let him walk around the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Mo Yan didn't go anywhere, but instead asked for directions and went directly to Yan Hongyu's room. Yan Hongyu was still weak due to recovery. She was startled to see the sixth prince Mo Yan, who broke in, and said, "Sixth prince? Why are you here?"

Mo Yan raised a cruel sneer, walked to the bed and sat down, reached out to hook her chin: "I haven't seen Yu'er for a long time, so let's see you."

Yan Hongyu was shocked, "You..."

Mo Yan's hand reached directly into Yan Hongyu's quilt. Her back was covered with scars, but the front was completely damaged. Mo Yan skillfully pinched her soft front, his voice was slightly cold, and he smiled: "Didn't Yu'er say that you love this palace? Why have you avoided me since my arms were broken? My palace missed me and I could only come to my door on my own initiative."

"No...no..." Yan Hongyu struggled, but her back was in a scorching pain. This was the Prime Minister's Mansion, so she should not be treated like this.

Moreover, the Sixth Prince had no chance of ascending the throne, so she no longer needed to please her with her body.

"Sixth Prince, please stop!" Yan Hongyu's appearance was naturally very beautiful when she followed An's family, especially her face was even more temptingly red, and she glared hard but had no momentum.

Mo Yan's hand kept slowly downward, and she was unable to struggle vigorously, tearing her inner clothes open, causing Yan Hongyu to scream: "Ah... Stop, Your Highness, if you do this again, I will scream!"

"Haha... OK, call the Prime Minister, let him see how his legitimate daughter panted in the hands of this palace." Mo Yan sneered maliciously, his face twisted like an evil ghost. No one knew how dark and twisted his heart was, and no one knew how terrifying the fear was when he disobeyed Nine Thousand Years.

He is a chess piece, so he has to bear these things.

But someone has to bear it with him.

He lifted the quilt, stripped Yan Hongyu's clothes, and let her lie naked on the bed. Mo Yan found a rope from somewhere to tie the four legs, so that she could not move on the bed with a big character.

"What are you...what are you going to do?" When Yan Hongyu struggled, she accidentally implicated the wound behind her. She was in pain and angry, like a lamb to be slaughtered and could not resist.

Mo Yan's evil hands touched and teased her, and sometimes maliciously reached into places she shouldn't have gone.

Yan Hongyu saw the man in front of her in horror, which was completely different from usual. Although he was not gentle when he lost his virginity in the past, he would never be so perverted. Now, not only did he not possess himself, but he was playing with all kinds of terrifying props on her.

She was not treated as a human being at all, but as a slave who could vent at will.

"Don't...you go away...you come...help..."

It seemed that people outside could not hear her scream. She was helplessly whipping from men and torture from various horror props, which made her close to collapse, and no one came to save him.

Perhaps it is a dream, a dream that will never wake up. The man in front of him, who is like an evil ghost, has made her body into various postures, making her dignified daughter, your humble slave even more unbearable.

Until her body began to numb, the man in front of her was intact and there was no mess. She was naked and lying on the bed with trembling power, tied into a very humiliating position to face the gate, as long as someone came in

You can see an extraordinarily lewd scene.

Mo Yan patted her face, wiped the tears from her face, lowered her head, and sneered softly: "Yu'er, don't worry, you will be the prince's concubine in the near future. This palace will definitely train you well before marriage, so that you will be less than a bitch."

"You must study hard, do you understand?"

Yan Hongyu looked at the beastly man in front of her in disbelief and roared angrily: "Go away, I am not your princess, you are lying!"

"Your mother has already received the betrothal gift from this hall. Today, I am here to tell you and me about the wedding date. Are you happy?"

"Impossible, impossible, my mother clearly said..." Yan Hongyu shook her head vigorously. She didn't believe it. Her mother clearly said that the Sixth Prince was useless.

Mo Yan took a bottle from his arms, poured a medicine from the bottle and forced Yan Hongyu to eat it. Yan Hongyu's exhausted face immediately showed a blush and the injury seemed to be healing.

Seeing this, Mo Yan did not loosen her ties, and let her be tied up in an insulting and lewd posture. He pushed open the door with a swagger and walked out.

Mo Yan's pleasant voice came from outside the door: "What a coincidence, madam!"

"Your Highness is here to see Yu'er? Are she in good spirits now?" An's gentle voice sounded, looking gently, very worried about her daughter.

"Madam, don't worry, I just relaxed with Yu'er, and she was in good spirits." Mo Yan paused for a moment of careless words and leaned his body, "Madam, do you want to come in and take a look?"

Yan Hongyu was jammed in the room and struggled hard. She didn't want her mother to see her like a sex slave. She was a noble daughter, not that disgusting slave.

Unfortunately, God did not hear Yan Hongyu's prayer. When An walked in from outside the door, he saw Yan Hongyu tied naked.

Naturally, we can guess what was once born in this room.

Yan Hongyu was blank. She didn't know what to do when her mother saw such a lewd scene. She kept falling tears and looked at her mother like asking for help.

However, An just looked at this scene coldly and then stepped back. Instead of looking at his daughter, she smiled at Mo Yan: "It seems that I am disturbing Your Highness."

Mo Yan shook his head and supported the door with one hand. "This palace is a little unhappy. It's not good to have a future princess too restrictive. Please ask your wife to train her more so that she can be better."

Yan Hongyu's tears kept dripping...

What is he talking about?

How dare he say such disgusting requests to his mother?

"The Sixth Prince said very well, don't worry, I will ask the brothel nanny to train her well and ensure that you are satisfied with her kung fu in bed." An smiled slightly, and he didn't look at his daughter who was on the side when he said this, and then said, "Your Highness said that as long as I allow Yu'er to marry you, you will help me retake the power of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but is it still counting?"

"Of course, but the premise is that the wife can teach her well. This palace is not interested in this dead fish-like body." Mo Yan opened the room. At this time, his close eunuch walked over in small steps and heard Mo Yan's order: "I have something to talk about with my wife, so you can continue to teach Miss Five."

Yan Hongyu kept sobbing: Mother, save me, save me!

Not only did Ann not save her, she smiled very happily, "Yu'er, be obedient, study hard, don't let my mother down my expectations for you."

Yan Hongyu couldn't believe that when she was abused, her mother treated her like this. What did her mother treat her?

Abandoned son of power?

Without caring about the old wounds on her body, Yan Hongyu cried and stared at the eunuch who was approaching step by step. Seeing the eunuch approaching her with a terrifying thing, she felt nauseous and unable to speak, so she could only scream wildly.

The sound of water stains and panting came from the room, and Mo Yan and the "An" at the door lowered their faces, listening to the scene inside, revealing distorted satisfaction.
To be continued...