Proofreader: He Li (何丽)

　　"Ow!"

　　The burning hurt of her wounds was replaced by another kind of drilling pain. Yan Ling was in a coma, but a basin of cold salty water woke her up suddenly.

　　The hot damp wind went through the firewood room. Yan Ling looked at the two-color flying needle embroidered shoes in front of her, her eyes lit up with hope, "... save me, sister!"

　　That girl faintly backed a few steps, retiring the b.l.o.o.d.y hands of Yan Ling who wanted to take her skirt, and gently raised her bright red lips. "Aren't you silly? The wife of a criminal subject is an implicated criminal, so I myself cannot save you."

　　"Shuang'er, you..." The bloodstains in the corner of Yan Ling's mouth were not dry. She widened her eyes and stared at Yan Shuang. "Didn't he say that he would rescue me when it was done? A Yi said that when I finished this, I would be his princess..."

　　"Pow!"

　　Yan Shuang squatted down and looked at the swollen cheeks of Yan Ling, whose body was marked with whips and bloodstains. Yan Shuang smiled coldly, "If Brother Yi really cared about you, how could he let those people interrogate you like this?" The quite environment made Yan Shuang's sneering voice even more clear, "I am the one he adores. How could he marry you?"

　　"You talk nonsense!" Yan Ling retorted, gasping and trembling.

　　The hot room suddenly became frigid, and the pitapat of Shuang's shoes sounded as if they were stepping on Yan Ling's increasingly depressed heart.

　　"How could Brother Yi possibly marry you after you had become well-known among the n.o.bles in the capital as the fiancée of the crown prince?" Yan Shuang leaned over and looked straight into her eyes and sneered, "Not to mention that you had relations.h.i.+p with the crown prince."

　　The words came like a bitter winter wind. Yan Ling looked pale and coughed like mad. She trembled and vehemently retorted, "You know I had never been ..."

　　"He won't believe you even if you are a virgin!" Yan Shuang interrupted her viciously, and Shuang's usually amiable face became fierce, "All the people in this plan did not want you to live!"

　　Yan Ling could not perceive the pain of her whole body, she suddenly choked a bit. Trembling, she looked up at Yan Shuang, "No! I don't believe it...You are joking with me... Right?"

　　"You are now a sacrifice. Who has the time to joke with you?" Yan Shuang laughed loudly when she saw Yan Ling lying on the ground with her back stooped, and her ragged clothes soaked by her blood.

　　"No..."

　　Tears rushed out of Ling's eyes, and her crescent-like nails cut hard into the ground, "We are sisters of a mother. How can you do this to me..."