Chapter 119 - Ill Marry You With an Eight-Carrier Bridal Sedan (2/2)

This scene scared the wits out of Si Rong, who tumbled down the bed and pounced over immediately. He caught Feng Xiuyu’s hands with brute force, but the sharp blades of the scissors had already pierced through her skin.

“Yu’er, what are you doing.” Si Rong tore the scissors away from her grip sternly and threw it aside. He then pressed Feng Xiuyu tightly to his chest, locking her in a tight hug.

“Let me go! I am no longer chaste. I don’t wish to live anymore. Let me go.” Feng Xiuyu struggled with all her might, seemingly determined to die.

“Yu’er, don’t do this. It’s all my fault. I’m the one who lost control. In any case, we will be husband and wife sooner or later. Don’t be rash; I’ll tell His Majesty that you’re the one I’m marrying. ” Si Rong blurted, fearing that she would die just like that.

He was the one who slept with her. If anything happened to her, he would entirely lose the support of the Feng Clan.

“Big Brother Rong, I want to be your wife, not your concubine. Anyways, I’ve managed to be Big Brother Rong’s woman before I die. I have no more regrets.” After she said that, she struggled more and tried to reach for that pair of scissors thrown to the side.

Si Rong hung onto her for his dear life, unwilling to let go. He was extremely anxious, “Don’t be rash, I’ll take responsibility. I’ll go to His Majesty right now and beg him to let me marry you. I will not let you become my concubine. How could I ever have the heart to do that?”

“But, I’m no longer chaste.”

“I’m the one who slept with you. Besides, who would know if we both kept quiet?” With Feng Xiuyu still in his arms, Si Rong consoled her softly and persistently. Only then did Feng Xiuyu give up on the idea of committing suicide?

“But…big sister…” Feng Xiuyu grabbed his hand as tears formed in her eyes,” You’ve given your word to Big Sister. I can’t implicate you further and cause you to lose the treasure. I can’t hinder your grand plans; I’d better…”

“There’s only a little more than a month to your father’s birthday. Once I get the treasure then, I’ll kill her at once. Then, I’ll marry you into my home, with you sitting in an Eight-Carrier Bridal Sedan.” Si Rong reassured.