After leaving Empress De's place, Murong Junsheng went straight to the sky prison.

Tiptoeing, Xiao Rufeng, who was drowsy, heard the continuous footsteps approaching. He half-opened his eyes and then closed them again. Without guessing, he knew it was Murong Junsheng who had come. However, his physical discomfort made him truly uninterested in the arrival of anyone.

Hmm! A bout of intense pain jolted Xiao Rufeng into momentary clarity. He fluttered his eyelids and cast a glance at the person in front of him, before lowering his head again.

Murong Junsheng gripped the long whip in his hand. Seeing Xiao Rufeng blatantly ignore him, a surge of anger instantly rose in his chest, causing his heart to thump rapidly. Without hesitation, he ruthlessly cracked the whip down.

Mmm! Xiao Rufeng simply uttered a painful cry, but couldn't even be bothered to lift an eyelid.

He didn't refuse to lift it, but he really didn't have the energy for it.

This attitude further infuriated Murong Junsheng, who was already in a bad mood. His face twisted instantly, and anger surged in his chest. He lashed out three consecutive times.

He came here originally to vent his anger, and now Xiao Rufeng's attitude is adding fuel to the fire.

Whip after whip, Murong Junsheng's attacks were without any pattern, while Xiao Rufeng was powerless to stop them, only able to silently endure.

The originally clean prison clothes were long shattered into strips, with mottled whip marks crisscrossing the ancient bronze-colored skin. Blood dripped down, layer upon layer, covering the body all over. One could say it was covered in wounds, presenting a pitiful yet beautiful sight.

At least that's what Murong Junsheng thought when he stopped.

The body marked with numerous scars ignited within him an unprecedented desire, something that Mu Rong Jun Sheng had never expected.

However, who is Murong Junsheng? He is the ruler of the Murong Dynasty, a master who never allows himself to be wronged, and always does whatever he wants.

He swiftly tore off Xiao Rufeng's already tattered pants, reaching deep inside that soft spot.

Ah! A tragic scream echoed through the prison, causing all the guards and inmates to involuntarily shudder three times.

In the flourishing city of Tiancheng, where the golden sun rays cascaded down upon its bustling streets, a young man clad in plain attire walked with purpose through the crowded marketplace. His deep black eyes sparkled with determination, reflecting the dreams and hopes hidden within his heart. His name was Li Chen, a diligent scholar who aspired to achieve great success in the world. From a young age, he had been captivated by the allure of knowledge, and his passion for learning had driven him forward. With each step he took, he vowed to conquer the challenges that lay ahead, immersing himself in the vast sea of books and wisdom to emerge as a beacon of enlightenment. The windy autumn air whispered softly as Li Chen continued his journey, his heart filled with the unwavering desire to make a difference in the world.

Kneeling on the ground weakly, Xiao Rufeng's face twisted and turned pale. Beads of sweat soaked his forehead as he raised his head high, staring blankly at the sky with wide open eyes. His mouth was agape, filled with excruciating pain that rendered him unable to utter even the slightest sound.

I wasn't sure how long had passed, maybe the time it takes to finish a cup of tea or burn an incense stick, before this one-sided venting came to an end.

Murong Junsheng retreated with a refreshed and spirited expression, devoid of the anger that was present when he arrived. He squinted his eyes and gazed at the person who had just given him immense pleasure.

Xiao Rufeng remained motionless, still maintaining his kneeling position. Murong Junsheng furrowed his brows and kicked his leg.

With a single kick, Xiao Rufeng's shattered body fell to the ground without any hindrance.

Xiao Rufeng! Xiao Rufeng's eyes were tightly closed, and his face was as pale as a dead person's, yet there were a few abnormal hints of redness. At this moment, Murong Junsheng finally realized that something was wrong, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake him up.

"Quick, fetch the imperial physician!" Murong Junsheng held Xiao Rufeng in his arms, his voice trembling and his tone unstable, displaying his extreme unease and fear at this moment.

Xiao Rufeng cannot die! He had no time to ponder on the source of this fear. At this moment, deep within his heart, there was only one voice: that is, Xiao Rufeng must not die!

Hastily embracing Xiao Rufeng, Murong Junsheng hurriedly rushed to the palace. Throughout the journey, his face was ashen, and he felt an indescribable sense of unease in his heart. This feeling of anxious burning was something Murong Junsheng had never experienced before.