A short night is hard to please! A stunningly handsome prince dotes on her exclusively.

Chapter 279 Naked Sadomasochistic Love

Xin Moyan's mind was still a bit foggy. What did Ye Wumian mean by imprisoning his birth mother in the cold palace?

Meeting her confused gaze, Yao Ruoyu nodded firmly again, lowering her voice even further.

“Yan’er, the Yelan royal family is not like the royal families of other countries. The late emperor only had one son, the king, and the royal relatives and collateral branches were also few and far between. Yet, when the late emperor passed away, he imprisoned his own mother, the current empress dowager, in the cold palace. How can such a person who disregards human ethics and morality have any sincerity?”

The bombshell news is getting more and more explosive than the last. First, it was revealed that Yao Ruoyu's child was not Ye Wumian's, and that Ye Wumian, out of love turned to hatred, tormented her morbidly every day. Ye Wumian even imprisoned his own mother. This is simply the most twisted and abnormal psychological distortion imaginable!

Now it seems that among the royal families of the four countries, only my aunt's family is the most normal. No wonder the Yuan family is praised by all countries!

"So that's why you say he's heartless and ungrateful?"

"Ah."

"Then...why did Ye Wumian imprison his own mother?"

Yao Ruoyu shook her head. "I don't know either. I found out a while ago from the palace servants who delivered food to the Cold Palace gossiping about it."

"Sister Ruoyu, do you think that if he can imprison even his own mother, then he can do whatever he wants to you and the child in your womb who has no blood relation to him, right?"

"Yes!"

Yao Ruoyu sighed again, her eyes filled with conflicting and complex emotions. "As long as he doesn't hurt my child, I'll let him treat me however he wants!"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yao Ruoyu patted the back of her hand and smiled with relief, "Fortunately, we now have such a lovely girl like you, Yan'er. Although I am also reluctant to let you stay in this dark and gloomy place, I can see that the king treats you very specially. He may really love you, and even broke many rules for you. Yan'er, listen to me, if you want your future days to be easier, you must not anger him."

"Does he love me?"

Xin Moyan blinked blankly, "Sister Ruoyu, when did you see him love me? Let me tell you, he is..."

She paused halfway through her sentence, then thought about it again. Putting aside the matter of Ye Wumian imprisoning the Empress Dowager, just based on the scene of him playing the zither earlier, he was clearly using her to make Sister Ruoyu jealous. But if it wasn't true love, why would he do that? Moreover, looking at the entire harem, it seems that apart from Sister Ruoyu, he has killed almost everyone else...

"Yan'er, why aren't you saying anything?"

She looked up at Yao Ruoyu, her eyes gleaming, as if trying to discern something from the aloof woman before her.

She always trusted her intuition and secretly made a hypothesis: if Ye Wumian deeply loved Ruoyu and was willing to accept another man's child for her sake, but Ruoyu's coldness and aloofness over the past six months had caused him to develop a twisted mentality of "if you don't love me, then you must hate me," which was why he tormented her every day. Ye Wumian even made her witness him favoring other men in an attempt to make Ruoyu jealous, but Ruoyu didn't care at all...

But does she really not care at all? If it had been a few hours earlier, I might have believed it, but when she was playing the zither in Ye Yuan Palace, and during their conversation just now, I didn't miss the fleeting envy in Sister Ruoyu's eyes.

Could it be that... during these six months together, she also fell in love with Ye Wumian, but because of her past marriage, the background of the child in her womb, and the perverted emperor's callousness towards human life, his ruthless killings, and his disregard for human ethics, Sister Ruoyu dared not face her own heart?

This is this...

The more she reasoned, the more sense it made. These two people clearly cared about each other, yet they tormented each other!

Is this blatant sadomasochism?!

"Yan'er, what's wrong?"

Seeing that she sometimes widened her eyes and sometimes frowned, with a very strange expression on her face, Yao Ruoyu couldn't help but worry.

"Cough cough cough! I'm fine, Sister Ruoyu."

Xin Moyan stared at her bulging belly and stammered.

"Um... Sister Ruoyu, are you still thinking about your deceased husband?"

"Ok?"

Yao Ruoyu was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to ask this question so suddenly. She then pursed her lips and pondered. Was she still thinking about her deceased husband who kept a mistress?

It seems that since his death, she has never dreamed of him again; it seems that since entering the palace, all she has dreamed of are his vicious words and sinister eyes…

"No, it was an arranged marriage. Although my late husband was a bit awful, we treated each other with respect for half a year after our marriage. But after I found out that he... was keeping someone else outside, I stopped hoping for anything."

She spoke calmly, and her expression was remarkably serene, as if she were stating an objective fact.

"If Ye Wumian had treated you like an ordinary husband for the past six months, would you like him? Or do you actually like Ye Wumian?"

Yao Ruoyu's heart suddenly trembled, and her eyes became increasingly panicked. "Yan'er, what are you saying?"

"Sister Ruoyu, you actually care about him, and you even mind him associating with other women. You even remember his opinions and evaluations of other people. The reason you don't want to please him is twofold: firstly, you mind being forcibly taken to the palace and forced into sexual relations by him while you were keeping vigil for your deceased husband; and secondly, because you've been married before and are currently pregnant with another man's child. You don't want to become the kind of person who serves two husbands, and you're also afraid that his violent temper will harm your child, right?"

Yao Ruoyu's expression was as if she had been struck by lightning; she stared blankly at Xin Moyan.

"Yan...Yan'er, I...you..."

She became increasingly nervous as she spoke, and for a moment she didn't know how to explain or refute.

"Sister Ruoyu, in the Yuanqi folk, there is a place called Modern. There, a man can only marry one woman, and there is no such thing as wives, concubines, or maids. If the man and woman no longer love each other after marriage, they can ask each other to dissolve the marriage and find another spouse. If one of the man and woman becomes a widow, that person can also remarry. Some people even marry many times in their lifetime."

"How is this possible?"

Yao Ruoyu looked on in disbelief. Since that man's death, she had never thought of remarrying, which was against common sense.

"Sister Ruoyu, it's true, but putting aside whether it's possible or not, I'm asking you, do you really like Ye Wumian?"

"do not like."

She answered without hesitation, but for some reason, she felt a dull ache in her heart, and something just didn't feel right.

“Yan’er, I’ve said it before, his feelings for me are just a passing fancy, and I would never have any other thoughts about such a crazy man. Once his novelty wears off, I’ll be no different from those women who have their heads chopped off.”

"Really? But I feel like you actually like Ye Wumian, even though he doesn't treat you well on the surface."