Chapter Thirty-Five: Tyrant's Violence
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Tang Zhongqing was just a concubine, and in terms of the imperial family's etiquette and law, her status was lowly and she did not have the qualifications to enter the palace to pay respects to the emperor. Therefore, when Yang Xiu returned to Daxing for the New Year to pay his respects to Yang Jian, he only brought along the proper consort, Peng Shi. As a result, Yang Zhao had never seen Tang Zhongqing before. But suddenly seeing a beauty who was in no way inferior to Yan Qinghe and Mingyue appear before his eyes, he couldn't help but be taken aback for a moment.
This daze was originally a rare opportunity for Tang Zhongqing to escape. However, the series of unexpected events that occurred on Yang Zhao's body tonight were all beyond her expectations, and her confidence had almost collapsed. The scene where Tang Mengxu was torn in half made her heart and soul cold. She couldn't take a step forward, nor could she muster up any real energy.
The opportunity was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Zhao had already recovered and shouted: "Evil Tang Gate's poisonous woman, return my friend's life!" With a swift step forward, his tightly clenched five fingers crackled with lightning as he threw a fierce punch. Even before she could react to dodge, Tang Zhongqing's abdomen had already taken a heavy hit. In an instant, the power of "Ruthless Thunder" exploded within her body, like dozens of explosives detonating simultaneously in her meridians and major acupoints, causing severe damage to her internal organs. She let out a blood-curdling scream as she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Before the blood had even hit the ground, Yang Zhao unleashed his second punch. His fists rose and fell in succession, mercilessly pummeling the stunning beauty with abandon. Despite using only half his strength, Tang Zhongqing was already beaten to the brink of death. As she rolled about, her clothes quickly became disheveled, her collar torn open, her skirt ripped apart, and even her bright red bra and long legs were exposed beneath her outer garments.
Tang Zhong Qing was raised like a princess in the Tang family from a young age. After growing up and marrying into the Shu King's palace, she received even more favor and affection from Yang Xiu, never having to suffer even half a harsh word. Being beaten by someone like this is absolutely an unprecedented experience for her. The physical pain is one thing, but the fear in her heart is even more severe.
In an instant, she seemed to have completely collapsed, tears gushing out, desperately rolling around trying to escape, while hoarsely crying and shouting: "Stop, stop! Don't hit me anymore, please don't hit me again! Spare me, it hurts so much, spare me, I'll never dare to fall in love again!"
Yang Zhao's nostrils flared, and his pupils emitted a greedy glow like that of a wild beast. An unprecedented dark desire, which had been secretly growing in his heart with the increase of power and anger, made his body instinctively react to its most primitive nature when he became aware of it. Almost without any hesitation, he transformed his fist into claws, grasped Tang Zhong's delicate neck, and lifted her up like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered. In a flash, they re-entered the empty Chengdu Prefecture Government Office, where he slammed her brutally under the signboard with the words "Bright Mirror Suspended High".
Tang Zhongqing curled up into a ball, her skin taut with fear, making her look even more appetizing. Yang Zhao roughly tore off the cloak of his prey and spread it on the ground, extending his right hand to gently stroke Tang Zhongqing's pale face. Suddenly, he reached out and pinched the joint under her chin, using a swift and ruthless technique that made Tang Zhongqing's body convulse violently. She seemed to realize something and began to struggle wildly again, her throat emitting desperate "ahh" sounds as she was unable to utter even half a sentence of pleading.
The delightful feeling turned into desire, burning fiercely in Yang Zhao's body. His left hand wrapped around Tang Zhongqing's slender waist, and his right hand honestly and unceremoniously touched her soft chest, pinching it heavily twice. The skin that was tense with fear was unusually sensitive, how could it withstand such a strong attack? For an instant, the pain and numbness mixed with pleasure, strongly surging to the brain, and Tang Zhongqing's chin was pressed down, she couldn't even cry out, her heart racing, tears almost bursting out.
"What are you crying about? You called for someone to kill me just now, why aren't you crying then? Don't pretend to be innocent in front of me!" Yang Zhao angrily scolded and rebuked, his right hand suddenly becoming fierce as he tore and scratched. All that could be heard was the sound of "ripping" as cloth tore, one after another. In the blink of an eye, Tang Zhong's entire body was stripped bare, his clothes reduced to tattered rags scattered all around. At this moment, this imperial concubine who had been most favored by King Yang Xiu of Shu finally knew that she would not be able to escape her fate today. Her heart ached, and the desperate tears she had been holding back finally fell, like pear blossoms in the rain, making her even more pitiful.
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