2. Chapter 2: Torment (2)

"Wan, Mother has come to see you. Why haven't you opened your eyes yet?" Wen Wenhao's words were icy cold, bearing no trace of the devoted elder brother he once was.

No!

No!

How could they see her in such a state!

Consumed by shame and indignation, Wen Wan failed to notice how different Wen Wenhao was from the brother she used to know.

Wen Wenhao sneered, his voice suddenly turning frosty. "Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, go check if that little bastard has been expelled yet!"

Wen Wan's expression tightened as she instantly felt the rough fingers of a man touching her body.

Amidst the ruthless probing and groping, Ah Da reported in a sinister tone, "Reporting to the Eldest Young Master, the bastard is no longer there." As he spoke, Ah Da thrust his hand deep inside her, stirring viciously, the lecherous intent in his eyes utterly undisguised.

Wen Wenhao scoffed. "Once the real business is done, do you think this young master wouldn't reward you with a turn to have your fun with this wench?"

Wen Wan's eyes flew open, bloodshot and glaring at Wen Wenhao and the Eldest Madam of the Wen household, who was clad in a black robe.

Meeting her incredulous and bewildered gaze, Wen Wenhao gave a cold smile. "Second Sister, your face is truly captivating. Even though you've been thoroughly ravaged down below, your face remains as pure as a maiden's. If it weren't for my fastidiousness, I would truly love to sample this body of yours that once carried Prince Chen's heir!"

At the mention of Prince Chen, the shock in Wen Wan's eyes seemed to freeze, though the heaving of her chest betrayed her turbulent emotions.

Prince Chen, Zongzheng Moyin!

Amused, Wen Wenhao watched her on the verge of madness before stepping forward to pinch her chin. "What, do you desperately want to curse Prince Chen? Will you curse him for being heartless and fickle, or for trading the old for the new? Oh, but how would you know in this place that Prince Chen is about to marry Qingyan?"

A delicate laugh suddenly echoed in the cell. Another petite woman in a black robe removed her large bamboo hat, revealing a pair of alluring, seductive eyes. "Isn't Second Sister going to congratulate your elder sister? Oh, I forgot, Prince Chen had your tongue cut out, so you can't speak... Tsk, tsk, what a predicament. Prince Chen favors you so much, and I was hoping you could give me some pointers on how to get along with him."

Having finished, Wen Qingyan glanced at Wen Wan, who was bound spread-eagle on the floor, and the lingering scent of debauchery in the room. Her vermilion lips curled into a faint smile as she whispered, "Second Sister once carried His Highness Prince Chen's child, so you must know his preferences in bed, yes? Then do enlighten your elder sister. Ah Da..."

Ah Da stepped forward eagerly, quickly stripping off his clothes. Wen Qingyan walked right up to Wen Wan without a shred of modesty. "Ah Da, you must give it your all later. If Second Sister isn't thoroughly satisfied, this young lady won't be able to learn a thing."

Before Ah Da could reply, he pressed down upon Wen Wan amidst heavy, ragged breathing.

Wen Wan's tear-filled eyes were brimming with disbelief. Ultimately, her gaze settled on the Eldest Madam of the Wen household as muffled whimpers continually escaped her lips...

Imprisoned, tongue cut out, deprived of her child, and subjected to endless humiliation, she had merely believed she had entrusted her heart to the wrong man and become a sacrificial pawn in the royal struggle for the throne.

She had harbored not the slightest resentment toward the Wen family for never lending a helping hand; instead, she had understood her parents' hidden difficulties.

Yet now, the ones coming to humiliate her were her own family?

Even if her lips could no longer form a single word, the agonized wails and whimpers escaping her mouth laid bare her current thoughts...

Why?