Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I was supposed to be dragged out and killed!

Those rotten bastards, those highborn sons of bitches who deserved to be born without assholes in their next lives!

After using me, they were going to kill me!

I cursed up a storm, sobbing and screaming greetings to eighteen generations of their ancestors.

Just as the blade was pressed against my neck…

The Fifth Prince came charging out from who knew where.

He had been beaten black and blue, looking utterly wretched.

The moment the Fifth Prince saw me, he shoved aside the jailer holding the knife and pulled me tightly into his arms.

Having survived a brush with death, I burst into wild, hysterical sobs.

I pounded on his back.

The Fifth Prince gently stroked my hair and smiled warmly. “Ah Yunyao, Ah Yunyao, don’t be afraid anymore. Be good.”

Leaning against his warm chest, my cold, stiff body finally began to thaw.

I wasn’t dead. I wasn’t dead!

I grabbed his sleeve and wiped my tears and snot on it.

Fine, Ah Yunyao it was.

As long as I could live, forget being a stand-in for the Crown Princess-I would even pretend to be his mother if I had to!

Imitating the Crown Princess’s noble, aloof manner, I said, “You big fool. From now on, I am Zhao Yunyao. I am your most beloved woman, so you had better treat me well. Understand?”

Who could have known the Fifth Prince wasn’t stupid anymore!

He shook off my hand and snapped, “You are not Ah Yunyao!”

Then the Fifth Prince turned and walked away.

I looked at the jailers eyeing me like hungry tigers. How would I dare stay behind? I hurried after him.

I kept chattering at his back.

“I am Ah Yunyao!”

“Have you forgotten? The two of us were just kissing so passionately in that cell we could hardly bear to part.”

“I am your wife!”

At last, the Fifth Prince was willing to stop.

He turned around, took my hand of his own accord, and said seriously, “All right, wife.”

We were finally leaving the imperial prison!

I quickly went to retrieve the silver I had left in the cell.

To my surprise, the jailer hugged that bag of silver to his chest and kicked me to the ground. With a sneer, he said, “What kind of fantasy are you dreaming up in broad daylight?”

Suppressing the pain in my chest, I forced myself to get up with a coquettish smile. I sat in the jailer’s lap and said sweetly, “Big brother… please, have some mercy. I’m just a weak woman. If I don’t have a little silver on me, how am I supposed to survive out there?”

The jailer rubbed my waist and bared a mouthful of yellow teeth in a lecherous grin. “The silver? I can give it to you. But I also want a taste of the Fifth Prince’s woman and see what she’s like. You sounded real nice just now.”

Silver was important.

Silver was very important!

If I could endure it, I should endure it!

Endure his dog-fathered, turtle-bastard ass!

I couldn’t endure it at all!

I yanked the sharp hairpin from my hair, pressed it against his throat, and said viciously, “At worst, I’ll just die! I’m still someone who has served the Fifth Prince! If I kill you, the worst I’ll get is a beating.”

The jailer shoved the silver into my arms and spat on the floor. “Damn it! Crazy bitch! Take it, then!”

Hugging the silver, I grabbed the Fifth Prince and turned to leave.

Only after we got out the door did I realize my palms were drenched in sweat.

My body was weak, and so were my legs. I urged the Fifth Prince, “Go, go, go! Hurry up and leave this godforsaken place!”