Chapter 2

Shen Yun’s face stiffened, and then she provocatively said, “After the emperor granted the marriage, I became his secondary wife, equal in status to the Grand Princess.”

She lowered her eyes and sighed, “From today on, the person known as the Grand Princess no longer exists. After marrying Jing’an, you are just his wife. The husband is the head of the wife, and whatever the husband asks you to do, you should do. Are you going to use your battlefield tactics at home, making everyone obey you?”

Perhaps the power of the Seven-Day Intestinal Poison gave Shen Yun more confidence and courage. She felt that Yan Donghuang was now a toothless tiger, posing no threat, so she didn’t even want to maintain a facade of respect.

However, Yan Donghuang’s face turned angry as soon as she finished speaking, and she slapped her, “Insolent!”

The slap was crisp and heavy.

The room fell silent instantly.

Sheng Jing’an’s face changed suddenly, and he shouted angrily, “Yan Donghuang, what are you doing? This is the Duke’s mansion, not the Grand Princess’s mansion. You have no right to act wildly here!”

Yan Donghuang’s eyes turned cold, and she slapped him across the face, “You are also insolent!”

The slap landed heavily on Sheng Jing’an’s face, numbing half of his face.

Before Sheng Jing’an could react, Yan Donghuang grabbed his neck and dragged him to the adjacent warm pavilion.

“Grand Princess, what are you doing? Grand Princess!” Shen Yun’s face changed drastically. Ignoring her swollen, painful cheek, she hurriedly chased after them, “Grand Princess, Jing’an is your husband. What are you going to do to him? Grand Princess—”

Bang!

Yan Donghuang kicked Sheng Jing’an to the ground, took the whip from the wall, and lashed it at him fiercely.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The whip shadows were like a fierce wind, sharp and cold.

Yan Donghuang was a martial artist, and each whip was merciless, quickly making Sheng Jing’an’s skin split open.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! The Grand Princess is killing someone! Help! Yan Donghuang, stop! Jing’an is your husband!” Shen Yun’s face turned pale, and she hurriedly tried to intervene.

But the sharp whip came at her, mercilessly hitting her arm.

“Ah!” Shen Yun screamed in pain, “Yan Donghuang, are you going to kill your husband?! Someone, help! Help!”

“You guessed right.” Yan Donghuang held the whip, her eyes cold as she looked at her, like a god of death, “Since I have taken the poison and only have seven days to live, why should you scoundrels threaten me?”

With that, she lashed the whip across Shen Yun’s face, leaving a shocking blood mark, accompanied by a piercing scream, “Ah! My face! My face!”

Sheng Jing’an endured the severe pain, struggling to get up from the ground, glaring at Yan Donghuang, “You’re crazy! Yan Donghuang, are you insane?”

“I am insane.” Yan Donghuang squatted in front of him, coldly staring into his treacherous eyes, “Sheng Jing’an, the Duke’s mansion should have fallen long ago. You relied on my military achievements to inherit the title. Still, as soon as we got married, you helped the emperor against me, poisoned me, forced me to hand over the military seal, and wanted to take a concubine to be equal to me? Look in the mirror. Do you deserve it?”

She grabbed his neck roughly, dragging him to the bronze mirror, forcing him to open his eyes and see the blood-stained, miserable man in the mirror, pressing his head against the mirror, “Sheng Jing’an, look at yourself, do you deserve it? You scoundrel!”

“Ah!” Sheng Jing’an screamed in pain, a stream of blood sliding down his forehead, “Yan Donghuang, you’re crazy, you’re really crazy?! Someone, help! The Grand Princess is crazy. Take her down!”

Yan Donghuang threw him to the ground like a dirty rag.