On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

Chapter 385 Tonight, I Don’t Want to Be a Gentleman

And who else in Dafeng Kingdom could possess Xuan Yue except that Dengtuzi?

Pei Mochen's voice unconsciously rose a few degrees, with a hint of unquestionable determination: "Yan Yan, who gave you this Xuan Yue sword?"

Mu Wanyan's heart tightened. She didn't want Pei Mochen to know that she had secretly recognized a brother. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she softly explained: "This... I picked it up accidentally on the road."

Pei Mochen slowly walked to the bedside and sat down again, "Yan Yan, you and I are husband and wife who have worshipped heaven and earth, and everything that happens should be shared with me."

His eyes were as deep as a pool: "You know, if I hide it, then the distance between us will be far."

His tone was still gentle, but his originally gentle face was already tinged with frost.

Mu Wanyan lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Really... I just picked it up, I... I didn't lie to you."

Pei Mochen chuckled, "Yan Yan, you get nervous when you lie, don't you know?"

Seeing that Mu Wanyan refused to speak any more, Pei Mochen felt a pain in his heart and instantly pulled out the sword in front of Mu Wanyan.

The dagger was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed. He first pointed the tip of the knife at Mu Wanyan's neck, tears rolling down his eyes, "You are my wife, how can you be so unclear with other men? In the end, I am useless."

Mu Wanyan was so scared that she closed her eyes and exclaimed, "Pei Mochen, no, don't do this, this is really picked up."

However, the next moment, he turned the sword and stabbed his own wrist fiercely, and blood instantly dyed his sleeve red.

"Hiss——" The air was filled with a mixed smell of rust and blood.

"Ah, Pei Mochen you——" Mu Wanyan was horrified but speechless.

Pei Mochen didn't care about his wound at all. He just looked at Mu Wanyan with sad eyes, "Yanyan, look at this sword. It's so sharp. How can it be an ordinary thing?"

"It can cut iron like mud and is priceless. Who do you think can throw away such a precious sword so easily?"

He slowly approached, his eyes locked on her face, "How could you pick up a sword like this so easily? Tell me, where is it? Why don't you take Brother Chen to have a look, ok?"

He grabbed Mu Wanyan's hand and said, "Yanyan, are you still unwilling to tell the truth?"

Mu Wanyan was frightened by his eyes and stepped back repeatedly. She changed the subject: "Pei Mochen, go find a doctor and bandage your wound. You... you are injured."

"Hahahaha." Pei Mochen sneered: "Compared to the pain in my heart, my little injury is nothing."

He held Mu Wanyan's shoulders tightly, crying and saying, "Yanyan, do you know how beautiful you are? Do you know how many men covet you?"

"Every one of them wants to snatch you away, and every one of them wants to seduce you. Only Brother Chen is sincere to you."

Pei Mochen suddenly pulled Mu Wanyan to him and said, "You are mine. You belong to me alone. I will never allow any man to take you away unless I die."

"No, even if it means death, that is not allowed."

Pei Mochen thought: Di Xiuyan and I have an irreconcilable feud. In this world, he must take the initiative to kill him, make him disabled, and make him inhumane.

The big hand tightly clamped Mu Wanyan's slender shoulders and shook them continuously, "Yanyan, why can't you see how sincere Brother Chen is to you?"

He was very hurt, annoyed and angry, and felt that everyone in the world had let him down.

The big palm shook violently, and because the amplitude was too large, the sleeves of Mu Wanyan's pajamas could not bear the weight and tore apart, revealing her snow-white skin as delicate as cream.

Half of her shoulder was faintly visible. In the eyes of an angry adult man, this scene was breathtakingly beautiful and charming.

"Hiss——" was the sound of cloth tearing.

Pei Mochen's eyes darkened, and he exerted a little force with his palms, tearing the pajamas apart.

"Give it to me, Yanyan, my heart aches so much."

He cried and looked at Mu Wanyan with longing eyes, "Please, Yanyan, I'm dying, only you can save me."

"Let me hug you, okay? Let me take good care of you, okay?"

He pressed his big hand on Mu Wanyan's shoulder, and her jade-smooth skin made Pei Mochen's eyes hot.

The double impact of sight and touch made his heart tremble, and his fingertips involuntarily stroked the soft skin.

It was as if the whole world had stopped. Pei Mochen had only one thought in his mind at this moment: he must get her. He was going to make Mu Wanyan his woman today.

Once evil desires arise, people will gradually lose their reason.

Pei Mochen became more and more courageous.

"Hiss——" The palm wind was light and powerful, and Mu Wanyan's pajamas fell to the ground.

At this moment, she was only wearing a bellyband and looked at Pei Mochen in horror. Her trembling body looked pitiful and sexy.

"Pei Mochen, are you...are you crazy?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, "You clearly said you wouldn't force me."

Pei Mochen's eyes were full of desire. "Yan Yan, my Yan Yan, you and I are husband and wife. You should sleep on the same bed with me every day."

Opening his arms, "Yan Yan, I really love you, come here, come into Brother Chen's arms."

"No, don't--" Mu Wanyan slapped him twice, but Pei Mochen didn't feel any pain.

"Pei Mochen, get out of here." She sent out another palm wind, but it was still easily resolved by Pei Mochen.

"You stinky man, get out of here." A slap hit Pei Mochen's face, but he became more and more bold and gradually lost control.

At the same time, Xiang Qin rushed in from the ear room like a whirlwind.

She held a pair of large scissors and blocked Mu Wanyan behind her. "Your Highness, no, if you have anything to say, come to me, don't take it out on my master."

Pei Mochen's eyes showed cruelty, and he misunderstood Xiang Qin's words even more. "You are such an ugly woman? You still want to covet me?"

He waved his big hand casually, and the palm wind was as sharp as a blade. Xiang Qin staggered to the ground instantly, and the scissors slipped out of his hand.

Pei Mochen glanced at Xiang Qin with disdain: "Get lost, I have no interest in you."

Xiang Qin vomited blood instantly and sat on the ground gasping for breath, her eyes still fixed on Mu Wanyan, fearing that Pei Mochen would hurt her master at any time.

“Bang—” Pei Mochen slapped Xiang Qin again, “Get out of here now, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

There was cruelty in his handsome eyes, and his face was filled with the disdain and contempt of a royal prince for ordinary people.

Living his life over again, Pei Mochen doesn't care about anyone except Mu Wanyan.

To him, everyone's life is as cheap as an ant's.

Xiang Qin got angry and wanted to pick up a pair of scissors to fight Pei Mochen, but he kicked her hand again.

"Get lost! If you weren't Yanyan's slave, I would kill you with one blow of my palm."

Pei Mochen said in a deep voice: "Slut, stop trying to seduce this king."

Afterwards, regardless of whether Xiang Qin was present or not, he slowly approached Mu Wanyan and said, “I couldn’t bear to touch you before, but now I think I did something wrong.”

"Rather than watching you being affectionate with someone else, it is better for you to stay with me wholeheartedly."

He took off his nightgown, "Tonight, I don't want to be a gentleman anymore."