Chapter 232 - 230. I Like You~ (1/2)

Third-person POV

Murong Qing weakly lifted up her head when she heard her prison cell being opened. She could vaguely see the face of her guest but the unique white hair of the boy in front of her was too familiar to not recognize him.

”You…haven't die…” Murong Qing struggled as the chains clinked against each other.

Xue Lang took a step forward but a guard that followed him into the cell in case Murong Qing tried to harm Xue Lang blocked Xue Lang's way with his body.

”Your Highness Prince Xue, it is dangerous.” The guard said firmly.

Xue Lang stared at him and smiled sweetly, ”Her four limbs are tied, she can't do anything to me.”

The guard furrowed his brows in contemplation then he glanced at a corner outside the cell where Weisheng hid under the shadow. Weisheng left his servants outside the building and entered alone. Since he possessed dark magic, he could merge into any shadow and hide without any fear of being found out.

Weisheng had been holding back the impulse to kill Murong Qing whenever he looked at the golden eyes in Murong Qing's eye sockets. He kept reminding himself that Murong Qing must be alive so he could know whether Hong er is still alive or dead by looking at the eye color.

Weisheng nodded to the guard and the guard stepped aside. Xue Lang approached Murong Qing and because of his current height, he was on the same eye level as Murong Qing even when he was standing.

”Where is my mother?” Xue Lang smiled widely and tilted his head to the side with the appearance of an innocent boy.

Murong Qing smirked at the weak appearance of Xue Lang.

”You stupid brat, why do you call her 'mother'?...Ahh~ It is because both of you are cursed. AHAHAHAHA!” Murong Qing laughed hysterically.

The smile on Xue Lang's lips didn't falter, he calmly took out a handkerchief that Hong er made for him but then he reconsidered it for a few seconds before he took another handkerchief and wiped Murong Qing's spits that splattered over his face.

He didn't want to soil the handkerchief that Hong er painstakingly embroidered for him with Murong Qing's spit. He threw the dirty handkerchief to the brazier that they use to heat up branding irons.

”You said you love my father, right?” Xue Lang placed his palm on Murong Qing's disheveled hair.

”What do you know, you snotty brat?! Qing Qing loves cousin brother more than your cursed mother does! Get your hand the hell off my head!” Murong Qing vigorously shook her head.

Xue Lang stared at her with his cold gaze, ”Shh~ Imperial Father loves Imperial Mother more than anything else in this world. So, don't compare your worthless self to my mother.”

Xue Lang gripped a handful of Murong Qing's hair and ripped it off from her scalp with all of his strength. Murong Qing's eyes went wide when she saw her hair fell from Xue Lang's little hand. The pain on her scalp was throbbing through her brain but the anger that boiled up in her heart made the pain less painful.

”What a filthy fur you have.” Xue Lang shook his hand with a visible disgust on his face.

Murong Qing's lips trembled as she was unable to get a word out from her throat. She had always diligently took care of herself by having countless beauty care on her body and hair. She never misses her beauty routine even for once so she could impress Weisheng with her flawless beauty.

But just in one second, her hairs were plucked off just like that. She could even feel blood seeping out from her follicles. Her pupils shrunk into dots, her lips parted as ear-splitting shriek blasted Xue Lang and the guard's eardrums.

Xue Lang took a barbed wire that hanged on the wall with other torture devices and gagged Murong Qing's mouth with the barbed wire. With both of his hand pulling on the end of the barbed wire, the spikes pierced through Murong Qing's cheeks and slowly tore open the corner of lips. Murong Qing wailed as her cheeks were drenched with her tears.

”I will doll you up prettily that no one dares to look at you.” Xue Lang whispered softly with a gentle smile on h.i.p.s while his hands were bleeding from gripping the barbed wire.

Weisheng and the guard were dumbfounded by Xue Lang's ruthless actions. Before they could process what happens when Xue Lang pulled off Murong Qing's hair, Xue Lang had gagged her mouth with the worst tools among the others.

The guard panicky glanced at Xue Lang and to Weisheng as he didn't know what to do. He wanted to stop a young prince such as Xue Lang to do such a cruel thing but the father of the prince was silent.