In that instant, Ivy Shen's brows furrowed. Today—yes, today was the fifteenth!
At that moment, Silver Consort and Gavin Wang suddenly walked out beyond the bed curtains, seemingly busy with something. Ruby glanced worriedly at Yvonne Song, but could only leave helplessly.
Time froze for a second. Ivy looked at the ginseng tea Jude Song brought over with a smile. Normally, she would definitely drink it—mainly because he had always treated her sincerely, so he probably wouldn’t harm her.
But just now, Yvonne had said: as long as it’s the fifteenth, don’t eat anything he gives you. She definitely wasn’t bluffing. Whether it was from Lila Vane’s warnings or just her own instincts, Ivy felt Yvonne wasn’t the type to lie.
And when Jude brought the tea over, Ivy could clearly see the terror in Yvonne’s eyes.
So she smiled gently and said, “Your Highness, may I sleep after drinking this? I’m a bit tired.”
“Of course. You should sleep after drinking the ginseng tea to recover your strength.” With that, Jude handed her the bowl.
Seeing this, Ivy smiled faintly and slowly drank it, then said nothing more—she pulled up the quilt and turned her head to rest.
“Your Highness…” Yvonne’s voice trembled, almost crying out. “What is that, Your Highness?” Knowing the person on the bed hadn’t swallowed the medicine, Yvonne hurried to distract Jude and give Ivy a chance to spit it out.
Sure enough, Ivy seized the opportunity—she turned her head slightly, quickly pulled out the towel hidden under her pillow, pressed her finger to her throat, and with a gentle push, the medicine flowed out of her mouth. Her movements were lightning fast, taking only a few seconds, and then she lay back down with her eyes closed.
“What is it?” Jude looked in the direction Yvonne was pointing, but saw nothing and frowned.
“Haha, n-no, it’s nothing. I must’ve been seeing things—I thought I saw something just now,” Yvonne said, forcing an awkward smile.
Jude scowled, “Quit freaking out over nothing.” Then he turned to the bed, calling out, “Sherry, Sherry…” several times in a row.
Lying on the bed, Ivy had no idea what kind of drug was in the bowl, so she could only pretend to be asleep.
“Your Highness… what did you give her?” Yvonne’s voice trembled again, her face full of worry.
“Your Highness, Sherry—Miss Sherry is still here!” Yvonne said, terrified.
“I-it’s not… not an aphrodisiac, is it?” Yvonne stammered, still shaking. She really didn’t want to experience that again—it was pure agony.
Jude shot her a cold glare. “Can her body handle something like that right now? I only gave her a sleeping potion—just so she can get a good rest.”
Yvonne still didn’t understand what game he was playing, so she asked, “Your Highness, why did you give her a sleeping drug?”
“What do you think? Did you forget what you’re supposed to do on the fifteenth of every month?” Jude said coldly.
“Your Highness…”
“Come here and undress me,” Jude said, opening his arms.
Yvonne gasped, “What? You… you want to do it here… here…?”
“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”
“Your Highness, Shenger—Miss Shenger is still here!” Yvonne said, terrified.
“Of course I know. If her body wasn’t injured, would I need you to serve me? Honestly, if she could move right now, I’d be having fun with her instead.” Jude glanced at the sleeping Ivy, feeling unbearably aroused.
“Your Highness…” Yvonne was terrified by this side of Jude.
Seeing Yvonne frozen, Jude shouted coldly, “What are you two doing? Get in here!”
Ivy couldn’t help but be startled—who was Jude calling in?
At that moment, the door outside was suddenly pushed open and then shut again. Silver Consort and Gavin Wang walked in.
“You two, do it,” Jude said coldly.
Ivy was totally confused—what were they about to do? Just then, she heard a ripping sound as Yvonne’s clothes were torn open. That noise made it clear what was about to happen. Oh god, what was Jude doing? He was having his own guard and his teacher rip his woman’s clothes off. Seriously, he was a total pervert!
“Face down, stick your butt up!” Gavin Wang shouted.
“Master, where’s your whip?” Jude asked.
“Your Highness… her wounds haven’t healed yet. Maybe… maybe you should pick someone else.” Watching the woman she liked being tortured by her own son, Silver Consort didn’t know what to do.
“No. I want her.” Jude barked again, “The whip—hurry up!”
“Silver Consort, you’d better give the whip to His Highness now, or else… you’ll regret it later,” Gavin Wang said, voice trembling with fear.
Silver Consort quickly pulled the whip from her waist and handed it to Jude. As soon as he got it, he lashed Yvonne’s back hard—smack! The sound echoed over and over.
“Ahhh…” Yvonne screamed in agony.
“Hold her down!” At that moment, Jude’s voice suddenly sounded extremely old, and his temper seemed to flare up. Gavin Wang, hearing the command, apologized to Yvonne, “Sorry, Crown Princess,” and pressed her down onto Jude.
Gavin Wang, hearing the command, apologized to Crown Princess Marina Jade, “Sorry, Crown Princess Marina Jade,” and pressed her down onto Jude.
Under the covers, Ivy’s fingers clenched unconsciously. She desperately wanted to kill him, but Silver Consort was here, and there were 150,000 soldiers outside—she couldn’t move at all. Plus, she was still injured…
“Ahhhh…” Crown Princess Marina Jade screamed in agony.
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“Please, Your Highness, have mercy…” Yvonne sobbed under Jude’s sadistic abuse, but her crying was useless.
“Please, Your Highness, have mercy…” Crown Princess Marina Jade sobbed under Jude’s sadistic abuse, but her crying was useless.
Silver Consort could only frown and light the candle, handing it to him. Jude immediately dripped hot wax all over her back, the burning wax falling again and again, making her scream in pain.
“Endure it, hold on, don’t move—you must endure…” Even while suffering inhuman torment, Yvonne shouted loudly.
“Crying again? Useless woman, you couldn’t even keep a child alive. If you keep crying, I’ll wipe out Chu Kingdom and kill your only brother!” Jude snarled, then barked at Silver Consort, “Bring me the candles.”
In that instant, Ivy’s heart ached so much she could barely stand it. She swore fiercely to herself that she would kill this perverted mother and son pair one day!
In that moment, she finally understood Yvonne’s earlier words and realized who had left all the whip marks on her body. This man was truly a devil!
“Master, hold down her legs!” Jude kept inventing new ways to torment the woman beneath him, oblivious to her desperate screams.
“Your Highness… please stop, if you keep going, Crown Princess Marina Jade will pass out!” Silver Consort cried out.
“Shut up, I’m just getting started—I want more, more, give me more!” Jude roared, ignoring Silver Consort completely.
“Shenger, my Shenger, I want you—I’ll screw you to death! Shenger, Shenger…” Jude’s hazy eyes saw only Ivy under him, thrusting harder and faster.
Suddenly, Jude let out a loud, satisfied roar, then pulled out and collapsed onto the carriage, panting. Gavin Wang quickly handed him a small stick.
Yvonne turned to look at the stick in terror. “No, Your Highness, please spare me! Don’t… it’ll kill me…”
“Your Highness, you really can’t use that—it’s too big, the Crown Princess will…” Silver Consort tried to plead.
Before Silver Consort could finish, Jude rammed the stick into her, then began thrusting it back and forth. The pain was so excruciating that Yvonne screamed again and again.
“Haha, interesting, so interesting! Hahaha, this is fun!” Jude laughed loudly.
Gavin Wang shook his head violently, while Silver Consort’s face was full of worry. “Your Highness… please spare the Crown Princess…”
With a thud, Jude tossed the stick away, then had them flip Yvonne over and sit her on his lap. “Other than that seductive woman Li Yaoyao, you’re the second woman who’s made me feel this good. Do you think I’d let you go so easily?” He laughed perversely. “But don’t worry—once Shenger recovers, I’ll have her instead. You can go to the cold palace. Hahaha, my Shenger, Shenger…” His voice was chilling and sinister, making everyone’s skin crawl.
“Ah…”
“Hahaha, hahaha! Shenger, my Shenger—I want you, I want you, Shenger…”
At that moment, Ivy was seething with rage, but she still couldn’t help worrying about Yvonne. She squinted for a moment, and what she saw stunned her—not Yvonne, but Jude!
Was the man in front of her really Jude?!
Why did his skin look like an old man’s?
Why was his hair white?
Why had his muscles become so terrifying?
The fifteenth—the fifteenth, what kind of day is it? What happens to Jude on the fifteenth to make him become such a monster?!