Chapter 1147 - Do You Have Anything to Confess? (1/2)

Xuan Ying stretched his hand out to feel her forehead, she was running a fever. His brows knitted, this woman really was out to trouble him.

“Feng Lingxue, get up. What’s wrong with you?” He pulled her up, appearing very irritated.

Opening her eyes weakly, Feng Lingxue took a glance at him. “It must be an allergy from the contraceptive pill just now. I have a slight fever.”

“Contraceptive pill?”

“Yes, didn’t you order your servant to give it to me?”

Xuan Ying pursed his lips. The experienced servants in the palace would indeed give the women who slept with him contraceptive pills. Though the men in Country A were allowed to have many women, only the duchess was qualified to give birth to their children.

Xuan Ying found no fault with that practice. In fact, he disliked children very much. It was only right for women to take contraceptive pills after serving him.

Stretching out his hand, he squeezed her face, bringing her in front of him. “You’re aggrieved? With your background, what makes you think you’re qualified to conceive my child?”

Those heartless and apathetic words were uttered just like that.

He exerted a lot of force and her face slowly deformed in his hands. Hearing those words, Feng Lingxue’s flushing cheeks lost all color.

“Listen to my words clearly, you’re just a servant of mine. Your only job is to satisfy me in bed. If you serve me well, I’ll guarantee you a life of luxury but you cannot expect anything more than that.

“Be good and take the pill after you serve me in bed. If you dare get pregnant and cause me trouble, I’ll make sure to punish you in the worst way possible.

“Even if you really get pregnant, I’ll never let you give birth to the baby. Your grandmother and mother were both prostitutes, what kind of child are you going to give birth to with those genes of yours?”

With that said, he swung his arm, flinging her away.

Feng Lingxue’s body fell onto the bed. It wasn’t hurt, but her heart wrenched and twisted in pain. Splaying out onto the bed, she clutched at the sheets, even when her nails were about to break she didn’t feel any pain at all.

She didn’t move, she just continued laying there silently. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought she wasn’t alive.

Xuan Ying furrowed her brows. Now she was just irritating him with her presence.

“Turn your head around,” he ordered.

Feng Lingxue didn’t move.

Crouching over, Xuan Ying raked his fingers through her hair as he tugged on it, turning her face around forcibly. “I spent so much money on you not because I wanted to see this awful expression on your face. Show me a smile.”

He yanked on her hair and Feng Lingxue was forced to lift her eyes and look at him, but she had no focus in her eyes at all.

One. Two. Three… She lifted the corners of her lips stiffly, showing him a smile that appeared even more awful than her crying face.

As he looked at her, Xuan Ying felt that he couldn’t breathe properly. He shoved her face in the bed, letting go of his grip. He would only stop feeling so irritated once her face was out of his sight.

“Now you’re just pissing me off!”

Rough strides brought him out of the room.

…

He had gone outside and Feng Lingxue could hear the two maids talking outside, “Master, it’s already so late, why haven’t you gone to sleep? Let us help massage your shoulders and legs.”

“Alright,” Xuan Ying responded.

He had left.

He was gone.

Feng Lingxue remained in the same position, not moving at all. The entire room was silent, even her breathing could be heard clearly.

…

In the living room.

Xuan Ying sat on the couch, wearing a black silky pajamas. The band was loosely tied and half of his muscular chest and his eight pack was revealed. Slumping against the couch, he spread his legs casually while he rested his arms. Just this casual posture accentuated his charms.

A young maid stood behind the couch, massaging his shoulders while the other maid knelt on the carpeted ground, massaging his legs. He shut his eyes, enjoying the treatment like a big boss.

“Master, I heard that Miss Feng is a social escort. Will she spread some STD to you?”

“Right, we’re really worried about Master.”…

Hearing those words, Xuan Ying opened his eyes as his gaze landed on the maid massaging his legs, his intentions unclear.

The maid was fond of squeezing her cleavage and Xuan Ying even took two glances of her before. That made her even more determined to become his woman.

The Silver Mask King and West Duke were strong contenders for the top ruling power in Country A and women were naturally attracted to them.

The maid was brazen, stretching out her hand as she pulled Xuan Ying’s hand towards her chest. “Master, I’ve been really worried about you… So worried that my chest hurts so much. If you don’t believe me you can feel it for yourself.”

The other maid behind didn’t want to lose out either. Her hands glided down from his shoulders. “Master, did Miss Feng not pleasure you enough? How about we serve you in bed tonight?”

“Master.”

At that moment, his assistant, Ah Zhou, walked over. When Ah Zhou witnessed the scene, he instantly lowered his head and moved aside.

This master of his was only 23 years old and so good-looking, countless beauties had been throwing themselves at him for the past three years.

It wasn’t an uncommon scene at all for Ah Zhou.

Xuan Ying didn’t reject them, his hand landing on the maid’s breast. She blushed and acted coy. The corners of his lips kicked up, he was somewhat pleased. “Hm, it does feel quite nice.”

“Master, I–” The other maid wanted to throw herself at Xuan Ying too!

Xuan Ying retracted his arm, looking at Ah Zhou who stood aside. “Ah Zhou, these two women are really slutty. I’ve even checked them personally. Her chest is not bad, take her away and reward our boys in the army with them. Let them enjoy themselves tonight.”

Hearing this, Ah Zhou wasn’t surprised at all. “Noted, Master.”