ebookland Chapter 295 Love as Shackles: A Mad Entanglement of Love and Hate
Chapter 295 Love as Shackles: A Mad Entanglement of Love and Hate
Chapter 295 Love as Shackles: The Mad Entanglement of Love and Hate
Lin Qianqian's face flushed crimson, her eyes burning with anger and humiliation. She pushed Murong Yi away with all her might. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath. Then, with a loud "smack," she slapped Murong Yi hard across the face. This slap used all her strength and was filled with her pent-up grievances and resentment.
"Murong Yi! You've gone mad!" she roared hoarsely, her voice trembling slightly with excitement, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth.
After yelling, she quickly and forcefully wiped her lips with the back of her hand, as if that could erase the unbearable scene from before, her disgust evident on her face.
Murong Yi turned her head to the side after being slapped, and a red handprint quickly appeared on her face.
He slowly turned his head, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, followed by a surge of anger. He abruptly reached out and grabbed Lin Qianqian's wrist, his fingertips turning white from the force.
"Lin Qianqian, you are my queen, and we are husband and wife. It is only reasonable for husband and wife to do this. How could you..." Murong Yi said through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on Lin Qianqian, his eyes filled with anger and a hint of confusion, as if he did not understand why she was reacting so strongly.
"Hmph! Husband and wife? Your Highness has the nerve to mention husband and wife!" Lin Qianqian sneered, her eyes full of mockery.
"What do you mean?" Murong Yi frowned and questioned, her expression growing increasingly gloomy.
Lin Qianqian scoffed, her face filled with determination and resentment. She stared directly at Murong Yi, leaning closer to him and saying, "Your Highness made those vows to me before, saying you would trust me for life and wouldn't wrong me without distinguishing right from wrong. But you actually condemned me for the sake of your Consort Su, without listening to my explanation! Murong Yi, how dare you mention our marital bond to me?!" She became more and more agitated as she spoke, her voice growing louder and louder until she almost roared at the end.
As she spoke, she repeatedly pounded Murong Yi's chest with both hands, each pounding filled with deep resentment.
Murong Yi's expression gradually became serious, his brows furrowed tightly into a "川" shape, and a trace of guilt and regret flashed in his eyes. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was blocked by Lin Qianqian's series of questions, and could only silently endure her beating.
Murong Yi still had the red mark of the slap on his face. At this moment, he looked anxious, his eyes filled with fear and unease, and with a hint of pleading, he softly called out, "Qianqian~"
His response was another crisp "smack!" Lin Qianqian's almond-shaped eyes widened, burning with rage as she glared at Murong Yi, her gaze seeming to want to tear him to pieces.
"Murong Yi, I will never trust you again! I want a divorce!" she shouted hoarsely, each word seemingly wrapped in frost, exuding a bone-chilling cold.
"What!" The word "divorce" struck Murong Yi like a thunderbolt, making him sway and drain all color from his face, leaving him deathly pale.
He never expected Lin Qianqian to say such a thing, and his shock and panic left him at a loss for what to do.
Lin Qianqian stopped looking at him, turned around and left, her hair flying wildly with her movements, her resolute back seemingly declaring that she would never look back.
Upon seeing this, Murong Yi's heart clenched, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. He instinctively reached out and grabbed Lin Qianqian's arm, his fingertips turning white, the force so great it seemed he wanted to crush her arm.
"Qianqian, listen to me, I'm the one who's wronged you. Please, please don't do this, okay?" Murong Yi pleaded, her voice trembling with tears, her eyes slightly red.
At this moment, he no longer possessed the usual princely majesty; all that remained was a heart full of fear, the fear of losing Lin Qianqian.
Lin Qianqian struggled fiercely, trying to break free from his grasp, her face filled with determination. "Let me go!" she shouted, her voice filled with unwavering resolve. But Murong Yi refused to let go, instead tightening his grip on her even more.
Murong Yi's fear gradually turned into anger. His eyes instantly turned sinister, and veins bulged on his forehead. He suddenly roared, "Lin Qianqian, that's enough! Don't make me say it a second time! Come back to the palace with me!" This roar echoed in the silent forest, startling a flock of birds.
"I won't go back! Let me go! Get away from me!" Lin Qianqian was not to be outdone, struggling and shouting loudly.
The two struggled and pulled at each other in the woods, one desperately trying to leave, the other clinging on desperately. The surrounding branches rustled with their movements, as if sighing over the fierce conflict.
Murong Yi's eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast that had been provoked and lost its mind. His hands were like two iron clamps, tightly gripping Lin Qianqian's hands. His chest heaved violently, and his heavy breaths sprayed onto Lin Qianqian's face, carrying a scorching temperature.
Immediately afterward, ignoring Lin Qianqian's desperate struggles, he lowered his head and pressed his lips heavily against hers again. This kiss was domineering and crazy, carrying a sense of punishment.
Lin Qianqian stared wide-eyed in horror, her eyes filled with disgust and resistance. She turned her head forcefully, trying to avoid the nauseating touch, but Murong Yi's hand held her head tightly, leaving her nowhere to escape.
Then, Murong Yi's kiss slid down her cheek and down to her neck.
Lin Qianqian felt a burning sensation on her neck, a touch that made her tremble all over and her stomach churn.
She tried everything she could, twisting her body desperately and shoving her hands against Murong Yi's chest, her fingernails scratching marks on his clothes. But her resistance was futile against Murong Yi's immense strength.
"No! No!" Lin Qianqian screamed, her voice hoarse with fear and despair.
Her eyes filled with tears, and large teardrops rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground between the two of them.
However, Murong Yi remained unmoved, his hands kneading Lin Qianqian's body wantonly, as if he wanted to knead her into his own body.
Lin Qianqian felt as if she had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, everything around her became blurry, and only deep despair was left to completely engulf her.
She could only weep helplessly, her cries echoing through the silent woods, filled with endless desolation and sorrow.