591 Husband and Wife (2/2)

Seeing Luo Ningcha enter the carriage, Wei Chun was at a loss as to what he could do. He suddenly shook off Liman's hand, turned around, and ran to a horse.

”He's gone to report this to his lord. Let's get out of here,” said Liman.

All went well. Although King Rizhu's action would greatly offend King Kuari, the enemy could not find any reason to retaliate openly as long as King Rizhu still held the pawn, Shangguan Nu, in his hands.

'Why could only the Dragon King have thought of such a simple thing?' Liman admired in puzzlement. Then he realized that the relationship of the husband and wife, Shangguan Nu and Luo Ningcha, had existed in name only for many years now. Even the people of Golden Roc Castle no longer regarded them as a couple. Only the Dragon King, who was once a servant to both the eighth young master and eighth young mistress, still remembered it in his heart.

Next, Luo Ningcha would be escorted to the Flower Camp in the northern area and the task would be successfully completed. But before long, Shangguan Nu, who had always been obedient, was now causing great trouble.

”Sent to your place? What do you mean?” Liman's surprise was real this time.

”She's my wife. Of course, she should be sent to my place. Is there a problem?”

”The king ordered …”

”I'll talk to the king about this.”

Shangguan Nu's face was cold and gloomy, and he seemed intent on fighting with all those who disagreed. Liman found himself also obliged to report this to the lord. ”Whatever, but you'd better give an explanation to the king.”

”It won't be long before I send her to the Flower Camp.”

Liman revealed an understanding smile. If that was his woman, he would probably also do the same thing when they met again after several years of separation. After all, how could a husband resist exercising his legitimate rights in the face of such a beauty?

Luo Ningcha was puzzled. Shangguan Nu's appearance had disturbed her mood. As she sat in the carriage, she did not know what to make of her husband.

She was helped into the tent by three maidservants, and it took her a long while before she came to herself, asking, ”What is this place? What are we doing here?”

The maids looked at each other in bewilderment. Like the young lady, they did not know where they were.

Just as Luo Ningcha was about to attempt breaking out, Shangguan Ru walked inside and waved at the three maidservants who felt like they had been granted amnesty and hastily exited the tent.

”Where is this?” Luo Ningcha asked coldly. She was safe now, as she remembered how much she hated her husband who had a broken palm.

”This is my living place, and it'll be our living place from now on.”

Luo Ningcha frowned. It was a common camp tent, low and narrow with shoddy carpet. The decoration was simple, and most importantly, there was no screen, not even a single one. ”Don't try to make me live here. I have my own place in the Royal Court.”

”A wife has to live with her husband,” said Shangguan Nu flatly while he took off his saber and put it on the table.

”Humph, now you want to live together. You didn't hesitate or even think of taking me away when you ran away.”

”So you slept with the King Lord and gave birth to a brother of me.”

The affair between the eighth young mistress and the Unique King was a taboo in Golden Roc Castle, and no one dared to talk about it in private, let alone accuse her in person.

Luo Ningcha blushed, not because she was ashamed but because she was angry. ”You should have thought of that when you killed my father. Yes, I slept with the King Lord and he wasn't the only man I slept with. They were all better than you. Even though the King Lord was old, he could still get me pregnant, but you couldn't leave anything…”

Shangguan Nu slapped her in the face. Luo Ningcha fell to the bed like a puppet but she sat up straight away. With fingerprints imprinted on her face and her hair disheveled, she became even more insubordinate. Full of anger, she put the plot and seduction techniques she had learned from Servant Huan and Xu Yanwei entirely out of her mind.

”You call yourself a killer, so why don't you kill me in one move? Huh, because you dared not, so what are you now? You're a dog of King Rizhu, a dog that has escaped from his former lord, a stray dog. You follow whoever'll give you a bone. Look at the place you live, it's like a doghouse, no wonder…”

Luo Ningcha spoke very fast. Shangguan Nu couldn't get a word in, and he didn't want to talk either.

He directly went to the bed and grabbed Luo Ningcha's neck with his left hand, revealing the iron hook of his right hand, which was the part of him Luo Ningcha most feared and hated.

But the former daughter of the Big Head God's temper flared up, though even she could not control herself. Luo Ningcha struggled and scratched but could not move a hair.

Shangguan Nu tore at his wife's clothes with his iron hook, his anger and desire each rising in turn. Years of humiliation and failure seemed to have concentrated themselves in this perfect body, waiting for the opportunity to vent, retaliate and destroy.

”Go to hell.” Shangguan Nu increased the strength of his left hand, and his iron hook skillfully unbuckled his belt.

Luo Ningcha's face turned blue due to a lack of air, but she did not give up resisting as if the one pressing upon her was not her husband but the vilest and despicable beggar.

For the first time, she felt that she would rather die than submit.