The Eighth Princess’s heart was burning with fury, just then, a man with shifty eyes lewdly said, "Big brother? Look at this lady, isn’t she sothing?"
"She is indeed not bad, much better than those few who haven’t married husbands in the village before, no wonder the three brothers, Da Lang and the others, brought her back."
Speaking of this village, not only is there a gender imbalance with more n than won, the scarcity of females is even more severe than outside. Additionally, the developnt history of this village is quite complex.
Many of the people in this village are descendants from intermarriages between Dayuan and Dajin. Dayuan values won, Dajin values n. Due to the influence of these two different cultures, the village, though isolated, has absorbed diverse ideas and concepts.
As a result, although the population of the village is small, it is divided into two factions.
One faction follows the ideology from Dayuan, advocating for a one-wife-many-husbands system. The other faction upholds male-dominated ideas stemming from the Dynasty of Dajin, and although the scarcity of won has created a situation where won are seen as rare commodities, in their hearts, this faction actually despises won.
These few scruffy n are descendants left by the Jin People. Otherwise, under the female dominant system of Dayuan, ordinary n wouldn’t act on their lust like this.
Watching these n deciding her fate while chatting with each other, the Eighth Princess was extrely angry, but truly helpless.
Her Inner Strength was gone, although her injuries had mostly healed, they were not yet fully recovered.
After all, she was still injured and now her physique was no different from an ordinary woman. Even though these n were leftover bachelors in the village, probably thanks to the good genes from Dajin, they were tall and strong.
The Eighth Princess tried to break free, but found she couldn’t shake off the n at all.
At this mont, her feelings were a mix of panic, anger, and shock.
However, regardless of her intentions, certain events were bound to happen.
She was dragged screaming and struggling back to the village by these n. During this ti, she cursed and scolded, but to no avail. Instead, her mouth was covered by the n to prevent her from making too much noise and alerting others.
Until the end, with a bang, the door was shut. A stinky rag was forcibly stuffed into her mouth by one of the n. Imdiately after, the Eighth Princess was thrown to the ground...
anwhile.
After the Eighth Princess left, Da Lang thought over and over, feeling remorseful. Although he had been a bit angry at her earlier, and didn’t originally want to intervene with Miss Huang. But the mountain roads are dangerous, the night is dark, and she is alone... If sothing were to happen, wouldn’t it be like not intending to kill Bo Ren, yet Bo Ren dies because of ?
Based on this, his inherently good nature prevailed. After much contemplation, Da Lang finally got up and chased out of the village.
But by this ti, the Eighth Princess had already been dragged off by those scruffy n. Outside the village was empty, and he couldn’t see any trace of the Eighth Princess. He thought to himself that it seed he was one step too late.
But given the circumstances, he could only silently pray in his heart, hoping she would safely make it out of the mountains...
Da Lang turned back ho.
A night passed.
As most people were still imrsed in their dreams, suddenly a piercing scream sliced through the pre-dawn sky.
The three brothers, Da Lang and the others, were imdiately awakened, and the other villagers also rose, stepping outside to look towards the source of the sound.
They saw soone, with a pale face, looking as if they’d just seen a ghost, shouting in a panic, "It’s terrible, it’s terrible! Murder, murder!!"
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