The assassin's princess is actually my aunt

Chapter 170 Different Wu Ling

Prince's Mansion, oh, no! Now it should be called Hanwang Mansion.

The plaque that originally hung high above the Prince's Mansion had been taken down, and replaced with three brand new characters of "Prince Han's Mansion".

However, there was an unprecedented atmosphere of depression in the mansion, which was in stark contrast to the high spirits of the past.

There was total silence in Prince Han's mansion, with no sign of life at all.

And the once majestic Crown Prince, Qian Wuling, is now like a completely different person!

He sat lazily at the desk, his eyes were dazed and his face looked decadent.

Prince Han's Mansion? Prince Han! Father! Could it be that I really have chilled your heart to this point? !

A sneer appeared on Qian Wuling's lips, and he picked up the wine glass in front of him with trembling hands.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine slid down my throat, and a burning feeling instantly surged into my heart.

He closed his eyes tightly and frowned, as if he wanted to use alcohol to numb the pain deep in his heart.

At this moment, Qian Wuling's face was gloomy and gray. He looked old, as if he had lost his soul.

Who could have imagined that this once noble and arrogant Crown Prince would end up in such a state?

One can't help but feel sorry for it!

"Your Highness...you should drink less. Drinking too much is not good for your health."

Concubine Yao at the side advised softly, her delicate body leaning lightly against Qian Wuling.

"Hmm? Injury? Am I still afraid of injury?"

Qian Wuling asked back in a drunken state, his face full of disdain and a self-deprecating smile.

When Concubine Yao heard this, her beautiful eyes flickered slightly and she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something comforting, but in the end she didn't say it.

At this moment, Qian Wuling's expression suddenly changed. He raised the wine glass in his hand and threw it hard on the ground.

Glass fragments flew everywhere, making crisp shattering sounds.

"Bang..." Along with this loud noise, countless flying fragments scattered like meteors.

"I? I am no longer the crown prince! I am now the King of Cold!

But... no, how should I call myself? This King?

Haha, that's right, I am the King of Cold!" Qian Wuling's eyes were full of danger and madness.

He stood sideways, holding Concubine Yao's delicate jaw tightly with one hand.

"Did you hear me clearly? I am no longer the crown prince of the past. I am now the dignified King Han!

"Hahahaha, King Han! King Han!" Qian Wuling's roar echoed throughout the room.

His face was filled with anger, and the strength in his hands grew.

It seems that he wants to vent the deep resentment in his heart in this way.

Concubine Yao's expression turned extremely ugly. Her originally beautiful face was now twisted and deformed due to the severe pain.

Tears slid down the corners of my eyes, mixed with sweat, and soaked my clothes.

However, despite the unbearable pain, she still managed to make a sound: "Um... Your Highness... Please let go."

Those beautiful eyes, blurred with tears due to pain, revealed endless sorrow and pain.

However, Qian Wuling, who was in a state of madness at the moment, had no time to care about these things.

He continued to increase the strength of his hands, completely immersed in his anger.

Seeing Qian Wuling becoming more and more brutal, a trace of resentment that was hard to conceal flashed in Concubine Yao's eyes.

Finally, she couldn't stand the torture any longer and mustered up the courage to raise her hands.

He used all his strength to pry open Qian Wuling's fingers that were pinching his jaw like a pair of pliers.

Concubine Yao's sharp nails scratched Qian Wuling's back of the hand like a sharp blade.

Suddenly a long and narrow cut was made, and blood gushed out.

Qian Wuling felt so much pain that he couldn't bear it anymore. He subconsciously swung his arm hard and threw Concubine Yao to the ground.

At the same time, the wine glass on the table was knocked over, and the wine inside flowed out and all spilled on Concubine Yao.

"Ah..." Concubine Yao let out a scream.

The originally neat bun was now disheveled and covered with many stains.

On her fair and delicate face, several purple and blue handprints were clearly visible at her chin, which was extremely eye-catching.

Qian Wuling stared at Concubine Yao who was lying on the ground in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but move.

Especially when he saw Concubine Yao's face which became even more pitiful due to fear, he felt even more furious.

However, at this moment, Qian Wuling tried to step forward and grab Concubine Yao.

However, due to excessive drinking, his body became unbalanced and he eventually fell heavily on Concubine Yao.

"Ah... it hurts"

Concubine Yao let out another shrill scream, and her face instantly turned as pale as paper.

The previous pretended weakness is completely gone.

Obviously, the pain this time was not a false performance, but had truly reached its limit.

Qian Wuling became angry and humiliated by the fall and grabbed Concubine Yao's clothes on her chest.

With a crisp "hiss" sound, Concubine Yao's already thin clothes were torn apart in an instant.

The torn clothes floated in the air like a broken butterfly and slowly fell to the ground.

A large area of ​​snow-white chest was exposed, and the passion in Qian Wuling's eyes became even stronger.

A pair of big hands grabbed Concubine Yao's chest forcefully and began to knead it wantonly.

There was none of the previous love, affection and tenderness, only brutality and pain.

Concubine Yao had originally been thinking the same thing as before.

Be it the former Crown Princess or the current Princess Han, she never took them seriously.

She will make everyone in the mansion realize it again and again.

The prince’s favorite person is her, Yao Rou, not Wang Mengyu!

Even if Wang Mengyu has a status, she is the legitimate daughter of the Grand Tutor's Mansion and the prince's principal wife.

Now she has given birth to His Highness's eldest daughter, but so what? Without the prince's favor, she is nothing!

But at this moment, she was lying on the cold, hard floor tiles, enduring endless torture and pain over and over again.

For the first time in her life, Concubine Yao felt endless regret in her heart.

Qian Wuling seemed to have torn apart all his reserved and precious disguises, revealing his cruel and vulgar inner self.

Over and over again, he brutally abused and tortured the person beneath him.

Listening to those miserable screams for mercy, there was no sign of clarity on Qian Wuling's face.

Or maybe he was awake at this moment, but...

He no longer had the preference he once had for Concubine Yao, nor did he have the elegance and nobility that others had seen in him before.

All I feel is the unprecedented pleasure that comes from trampling on others!