Volume 1: Regent's Stormy Weather 025 Leng Qianye

  A dark and damp dungeon, filled with the stench of rotting corpses, nauseating, a gust of cold wind blows by, exuding an eerie terror, making one's hair stand on end. This is indeed a purgatory on earth. Those imprisoned in the regent king's dungeon all have miserable deaths, having suffered brutal torture, living worse than dead.

  There is a separate cell here, with a clean bed and a clean table inside the cell. In the corner, there is also a low bookshelf, on which books are neatly placed.

  Feng Ao Tian strolled to this prison cell, the door opened, and he saw a man sitting by a square table, his black hair unbound like silk, flowing down, thin eyebrows under icy eyes, pale lips without color, cold facial features, as if an immortal in exile. From afar, it seemed as though his entire body was shrouded in a layer of mist, making him even more otherworldly and untouchable. He wore hemp prisoner's clothes, still with the same air of detachment.

  The dungeon guards knelt on the ground, but he ignored them, continuing to flip through the book in front of him, without even blinking an eye, let alone getting up to greet.

  Standing outside the prison cell, Lord Feng saw this and was truly dissatisfied with Leng Qianye's impractical temperament, especially his stubbornness, which made him even more displeased. Just as he was about to open his mouth and shout loudly, he saw Feng Ao Tian raise his hand and slightly wave it.

  Mr. Feng scolded in a loud voice, but still stared at Leng Qianye with his sharp old eyes, silently cursing him for being ungrateful.

  If it were the usual Feng Ao Tian, seeing him in this state of loving to answer but not asking, he would have long since let out a loud shout, pulled out his whip and hung him up, beating him severely. However, she was not willing to do those unworthy things now.

  She still understands the principle of bending and yielding.

  "You all go down." Feng Ao Tian walked leisurely to the side of the square table, sat beside Leng Qian Ye, and tapped his fingers on the tabletop, making a crisp sound.

  Feng Gong led the way and immediately brought people out of the prison cell, waiting 300 meters away.

  Leng Qianye continued to stare intently at the book in his hand, knowing in his heart why Feng Ao Tian was treating him this way. Fortunately, he could still tolerate such violence, and she had not yet crossed his bottom line - that is, she had never touched him before.

  Feng Ao Tian tilted his head, staring at Leng Qian Ye, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a sly smile. This face, as beautiful as the moon, was extraordinary and otherworldly, with an air that seemed to transcend the mundane world. No one could have imagined that he possessed exceptional military talent, using troops like a god, with few people able to match him.

  "You say, if I were to deal with you here..." Feng Ao Tian said as she slightly raised her hand, and Leng Qian Ye's acupoints had already been sealed by her.

  Leng Qianye never looked at her from start to finish, including now. She had already pressed his acupoints and the prisoner's uniform on her body was instantly torn apart, leaving only a loincloth behind. Her skin as smooth as jade was exposed in front of him, with scars accumulated over the past two years still visible, seemingly etched onto his body forever, reminding him of the humiliation he had endured for the past two years.

  Feng Ao Tian knew that he had a strong and stubborn personality, thinking of every time Feng Ao Tian vented his anger on him, leaving countless whips, iron chains, or even more unimaginable beatings, scars from the violent abuse, yet he never furrowed an eyebrow, still with that calm and detached demeanor.

  Now, his old wounds have not healed, and new ones have been added. The cold air in this dungeon is severe, and now his body is covered with scars. The scars crisscross on his smooth skin like jade, making him look hideous. Feng Ao Tian raised his hand, and his fingers brushed over those wounds. These scars are quite an eyesore.

  Leng Qianye sat on the wooden bench, her acupoints having been pressed, allowing her to do as she pleased with his body. His cold eyes shot out a hint of indifference, his heart filled with disgust at being touched by a man, and what's more, it was this regent king he despised the most. Thinking of this, he felt a wave of nausea, but unfortunately, his martial arts had been crippled by her poison, and now he was nothing more than a useless person.

  Feng Ao Tian gently pulled, Leng Qian Ye's body was already leaning against hers. She lowered her head and nibbled on his slender neck's pale skin until she smelled the scent of blood. Only then did she loosen her grip, continuing to bite downwards.

  Leng Qianye suddenly felt an unprecedented shame, but still bit her lip and didn't say a word. Her jade-like face was like being covered with a layer of dust. His cold eyes dimmed, although his acupoints were sealed, it did not prevent him from speaking. He would rather die than leave this shameful mark behind. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and wanted to bite his tongue to death.

  His teeth touched his tongue, and he bit down with force, yet didn't feel any pain. However, his mouth was filled with the taste of blood. He opened those eyes that were as clear as a thousand-year-old icy pool, and looked down to see a pair of pale hands stuffed into his own mouth. His apathetic eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and following the gaze that was fixed on him, this was the first time he saw her face.

  It wasn't as ruthless as he had imagined, nor was it as brutal as what he had initially seen. The handsome face now wore a hint of a smile, and the phoenix-like eyes shone with an icy nobility. As he stood there in a daze, she had already pulled out her hand from behind her back, completely disregarding the fact that his biting had broken the skin and was still bleeding. With a light flick of her wrist, she opened up his acupoints. "Did biting me feel good?"

  Leng Qianye listened to Feng Ao Tian's teasing, suppressing the surprise in her heart, restoring her usual indifference, and turned her gaze, treating her as if she didn't exist.

  Feng Ao Tian had long expected him to do so, fortunately she acted in time, otherwise, he would have really bitten his tongue off, which would be a loss.

  "Didn't you hear what Grandfather said?" Feng Ao Tian asked coldly when he didn't respond.

  Rei Kiriya remained silent, looking down at her naked body, yet unaware why she wanted to stop him from dying. Was it to continue tormenting him?

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes were gloomy, and he didn't respond, but that didn't mean she would tolerate it. With a light wave of her cloud-like sleeve, Leng Qian Ye was caught off guard and fell to the ground. However, Feng Ao Tian quickly pounced on him, sitting on his body with both hands pinning down his arms, forcing him to look at her. "I'm asking you, didn't you hear what I said?"

  Leng Qianye was forced to meet her gaze, but collided with Feng Ao Tian's icy eyes, which were like a sharp ice sword, piercing straight into his heart. Such a strong aura made him almost unable to defend himself.

  He remained silent, having nothing to say to her.

  Feng Ao Tian had never seen such a stubborn head, lowered his head and bit down on his lips fiercely, only to hear a faint sound from those thin lips, "Hmm..."

  Digression

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