Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1542: Unbearable Pain

Jinghua!

This na hasn’t been called for a long ti!

Hua Rong instantly awoke on the bed.

Turning her head, she saw a man sitting in a wheelchair by the bed.

A man dressed in bright yellow attire!

The Emperor!

Only the Emperor wears clothes of this color!

Hua Rong’s breath beca erratic, and a surge of fear rose sharply from the depths of her heart.

"Speak, where is your son now? As long as you speak honestly, I might consider making your life a bit more comfortable."

"Old bastard!" Hua Rong struggled forcefully.

As soon as she moved, she scread in pain: "Ah..."

It turned out her wrists and ankles were shackled with chains.

The most terrifying thing was that the chains were covered with sharp spikes!

As soon as she moved, the spikes would pierce into her flesh. These spikes wouldn’t take one’s life but would cause unbearable pain.

"Dog thief! You think you can threaten this way? Don’t even think about it!"

Hua Rong had fainted from the pain earlier, and now she rembered she had already endured a round of torture.

But the mont she first woke, she had even forgotten where she was.

He had drugged her!

This dog thief! This damned dog thief!

"Don’t be angry, see, you look truly beautiful when you’re angry."

Feng Bufan pushed forward in the wheelchair, reaching out to touch her face.

Seeing his cautious deanor, one would mistakenly think the woman in his hand was his most treasured possession in life.

But being touched by him, Hua Rong felt as if she had been touched by a venomous snake or a fierce beast and was imdiately nauseated.

She struggled frantically.

"Let go... Ah! Let go of ... Ah ah..."

So painful! Each struggle drove the spikes deeper into her flesh!

The pain contorted her face almost beyond recognition.

This heart-wrenching pain wasn’t fierce but protracted.

The most terrifying part was that if you didn’t move, it wouldn’t hurt, but now, you had to move! And it would hurt badly!

All the pain was self-inflicted, yet she couldn’t tolerate being touched by Feng Bufan.

She couldn’t tolerate it at all!

"Ah..."

"You see, you’re still just as disobedient as before."

Feng Bufan sighed softly, looking at the blood flowing from her wrists and ankles, feeling a bit tender-hearted.

"If this blood continues to flow, you’ll die from excessive blood loss. How could I bear that?"

He waved his hand: "Qing De."

Eunuch Qing imdiately approached, bowing respectfully and asking, "Give her so more dicine to calm her down."

"Yes." Eunuch Qing opened the dicine bottle.

"Don’t... don’t touch , don’t... Qing De, get away! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill... mmm! Mmm mmm..."

Eunuch Qing pried open Hua Rong’s mouth and forcibly poured the dicine in.

At first, Hua Rong struggled desperately, but soon her movents beca sluggish.

Finally, with weakened limbs, she couldn’t move at all.

Yet her mind remained very clear.

She glared at Feng Bufan with deep hatred, but also imnse fear.

No matter how unwilling she was to admit it, she had to concede that she was truly afraid of this man.

Truly afraid!

The scenes from back then flashed back in her mind, causing Hua Rong’s body to tremble uncontrollably.

"Look at you, this face hasn’t changed a bit in over ten years. Was it to make our reunion even more pleasing to my eyes?"

"... Dog thief." Hua Rong didn’t want to hear his voice, but his voice was always in her ears, never going away.

Seeing the knife in his hand, her breath beca erratic: "Dog thief, what are you going to do?"