Chapter 153: Eating Her Flesh, Drinking Her Blood

“It’s just a jade pendant. Is it really worth coming into the palace at night to find me?” Concubine Hui grumbled, annoyed. “Even if you came to find me, the jade is broken, and it can’t be undone.”

“It shouldn’t have been broken!” Feng Sheng’s face showed little emotion, but his eyes looked at Concubine Hui as if she were already dead.

Concubine Hui, unaware, lowered her head, “Oh, you’re so annoying. It’s broken, and it’s broken. Can you stop nagging?”

She had been in a bad mood these past few days, her anger simmering. Now, with Feng Sheng coming to cause trouble, Concubine Hui’s temper flared.

“Jiao’er, my dear Jiao’er, you deserve to die! Do you know that? You deserve to die!” Feng Sheng’s eyes were dazed, as if he were in a trance.

He grabbed Concubine Hui’s shoulders and bit down directly.

Pain, pain, pain!

It was excruciating!

Concubine Hui was so frightened she whimpered, wanting to cry out, but the last bit of reason told her she couldn’t.

Helplessly, she could only bite down on her tongue.

Blood flowed down her throat as tears streamed down her face.

She desperately tried to push Feng Sheng away, but he was tall and strong, pinning her to the bed. He had no intention of letting go, his grip ferocious.

He brutally bit off a piece of flesh from Concubine Hui’s shoulder.

Then, right in front of her, he swallowed it.

Concubine Hui turned pale with fright, trembling all over, unable to even straighten her tongue as she gagged and vomited.

“Ugh—are you crazy?” Concubine Hui shuddered in pain, the agony spreading through her body, soaking her inner clothes with cold sweat. “You actually ate my flesh, you…”

Feng Sheng’s eyes glowed with blood-red malice. “You shattered my blood jade, I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood.”

If before she was merely worried about the palace servants discovering Feng Sheng, now Concubine Hui was completely terrified by him.

“Are you even human? Get out! I never want to see you again, not in this lifetime!”

A flash of bloodlust passed through Feng Sheng’s eyes. “What did you say? Say it again.”

The man before her was no longer the gentle lover who once held her tenderly, soothing her every tear. Now, Feng Sheng sat on the bed, his gaze as cold and piercing as a venomous snake, staring straight at her.

Concubine Hui was scared. She kept moving further into the bed, clutching the blanket tightly around herself. “Feng Sheng, don’t be so fierce with me. I’m Jiao’er, remember? You never treated me like this before.”

“You never shattered my blood jade before, either,” Feng Sheng replied with a smile, though it never reached his eyes.

“It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me who broke it! It was Di Li. He woke up, and the jade broke on the table.”

Feng Sheng’s hand moved to brush aside the strands of hair on her forehead.

Concubine Hui tried to avoid his touch, but Feng Sheng’s other hand wrapped around her neck. “Di Li isn’t insane?”

Concubine Hui cried, tears streaming down her face in a desperate attempt to evoke Feng Sheng’s pity, but none came.

Feng Sheng, like a demon, had no tenderness in his eyes. “I’m asking you—Di Li isn’t insane, hmm?”

“He’s not! He’s not insane!”

“Has he discovered our affair?”

“No,” Concubine Hui shook her head.

Feng Sheng’s smile turned sinister. “He must have discovered it. Otherwise, how could he not be insane? He should be like he was ten years ago, or better yet, like twenty years ago, covered in black spots and with blood-red eyes!”

The mention of twenty years ago instantly brought back memories for Concubine Hui.

The day after she first brought Di Li into Qingyun Palace, he turned into the puppet-like child Feng Sheng described—covered in black spots and with blood-red eyes.

Concubine Hui could never forget that scene.

It happened on the fifteenth night of the lunar month, under a full moon.

It was terrifying!

She had actually liked Di Li as a child, but after that night, a deep-seated aversion towards him took root in her heart, surfacing now and then.

Although Di Li had been raised in her palace, she rarely cared for him personally after that.

Later, when Di Li went mad ten years ago, Feng Sheng had told her that it was necessary—Di Li needed to go mad for three days, and then he would be fine. After that, Di Li would be obedient.

Concubine Hui believed him.

“Feng Sheng, tell me, did you start tormenting Di Li twenty years ago?”

How else could Di Li have developed those black spots and red eyes? That wasn’t normal for a child.

“Feng Sheng, what did you do to Di Li? What did you do to such a small child, who had just been born?”

“Are you questioning me for Di Li’s sake?”

“I just want to know what you’re planning. Didn’t you say that Di Li is your only hope for restoring your kingdom? If you really see him as your hope, why would you harm him from such a young age? You even drove him mad. Who is Di Li really? Where did you get him?”

Concubine Hui had asked Feng Sheng this question many times before.

He always told her that Di Li was brought from outside the palace, but he never revealed who his parents were.

Wanting to avoid trouble, Concubine Hui stopped pressing him for details.

But now, thinking back on everything, it seemed like Feng Sheng had been manipulating everything from the start, and she had been nothing but a fool, blindly following his lead.

“Jiao’er, are you doubting me?”

“Don’t touch me!” Concubine Hui was filled with fear and disgust. “Everything you’ve done today makes me sick.”

“So… you want to get rid of me?”

“Get out!” Concubine Hui was trembling with anger.

Feng Sheng slapped her across the face. “Say that again!”

He hit her!

Feng Sheng actually slapped her!

Concubine Hui was so shocked that her eyes nearly popped out. All these years, whenever Feng Sheng came to the palace, he was always as gentle as water, never raising a hand against her. If she so much as stubbed her toe, he would be beside himself with worry.

And now, Feng Sheng dared to harm her??

Feng Sheng stared at her with a sinister look. “Wen Jiao’er, what makes you think you can tell me to get out? Without me, do you think you would still be alive today?”

Concubine Hui felt a cold chill run through her as she recalled what Lan Yixuan had said—Ghost Concubine.

She had already died long ago!

If it hadn’t been for Feng Sheng, she would have perished on that night twenty years ago when she gave birth.

But she had survived, and it wasn’t because of Feng Sheng—it was because she had a strong will to live.

Her fate wasn’t meant to end there!

“Are you thinking of calling for help? Do you dare to shout? Go ahead and call in the palace servants, so all the maids and eunuchs can see what kind of wretch their mistress really is. Better yet, call in the Emperor too, so he can see how his former concubine has been sneaking around with another man!”

“You…” Concubine Hui’s eyes widened in fury, her chest heaving with rage.

Feng Sheng laughed wickedly.

Concubine Hui’s scalp tingled with fear, and she quickly withdrew her hand from his mouth.

Feng Sheng was no longer human!

“You dare to resist? Hmm?” Feng Sheng grabbed her hair and yanked hard.

Concubine Hui screamed in pain.

She couldn’t hold it in anymore!

She couldn’t bear it!

It hurt so much.

She never imagined that Feng Sheng, who had always been so tender, could be so violent, so brutal towards her.