Chapter 93 The Little Scholar Always Cries (17)
The next day, Duan Yunyi got up before dawn to fetch water for Sang Tian to bathe. Sang Tian felt more and more uncomfortable watching Duan Yunyi busying around.
"Tiao Tiao, please write a letter to Mo Chen for me and send it over."
Sang Tian kept saying sorry to Duan Yunyi in her heart, but her heart was hurting more and more, so much so that she could hardly breathe.
Tiao Tiao took the addressed envelope and stood outside the yard disguised as a child and delivered the letter. Mo Chen's lips curled up after receiving the letter.
No matter what means he uses, he will keep her by his side. He believes Ling'er will definitely understand. After all, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines.
Sang Tian has been frowning because of this matter.
Mo Chen moved very quickly. A group of soldiers rushed into the yard. Mo Chen walked in slowly, fanning himself, with a smile on his face, which was different from his usual style.
Duan Yunyi, who was still cooking, heard footsteps in the yard and rushed out without even wiping his hands.
When he saw the scene in the courtyard, he was stunned for a moment, then recovered. He took a step forward and bowed to Mo Chen, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Brother Mo, how are you?"
Mo Chen was in a good mood and glanced at him with a condescending look, "Very good, but compared to today, it's nothing to mention."
Duan Yunyi was about to ask Mo Chen why he came when Sang Tian suddenly opened the door and walked out.
Duan Yunyi stopped talking when he saw Sang Tian.
Sang Tian took off her cheap dress and put on a luxurious skirt. Her stunning appearance seemed to have returned to the time when she was the prime minister's daughter.
Mo Chen was very satisfied with Sang Tian's outfit. He strode over, put his arm around Sang Tian's shoulders and held her in his arms. Sang Tian suppressed her nausea and leaned forward obediently.
"Let her go, lady!"
Duan Yunyi's eyes suddenly turned red and he wanted to come forward like crazy. Sang Tian held back her tears and shouted.
"Duan Yunyi, don't come over here! I've had enough of this kind of life. If I want to leave, just let me go."
Duan Yunyi looked at Sang Tian with a hurt face, but she still stubbornly wanted to pull him out of someone else's arms. He didn't understand but still didn't want to see her in someone else's arms.
He wouldn't agree even if she didn't want to.
When Duan Yunyi's hand just touched Sang Tian's arm, Mo Chen's eyes darkened and he raised his foot and kicked him in the stomach. Duan Yunyi's face turned pale and Sang Tian's hands hanging on both sides of his legs clenched suddenly.
She turned her head slightly away from looking.
Blood slowly flowed from the corner of Duan Yunyi's mouth. He wiped it casually, still holding Sang Tian's sleeve tightly. He choked and said, "My wife, don't you want me anymore?"
Sang Tian wanted to deny it but finally nodded.
Mo Chen signaled to the guards beside him with some impatience, and several soldiers stepped forward and pulled Duan Yunyi away. How could a weak scholar like him be their opponent?
Duan Yunyi's clothes were torn into a mess, his hair was messy, he cried and shouted Sang Tian's name, blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Don't go, lady!"
Duan Yunyi struggled hard to break free from the soldier's shackles, knelt on the ground and grabbed the hem of my skirt. His handsome and fair face was full of tears, and he did not let go even though his body was in a mess.
Sang Tian pulled out a dagger from Mo Chen's waist, closed her eyes, and made up her mind to cut off the corner of Duan Yunyi's skirt. Duan Yunyi fell to the ground instantly.
Soon he got up again and tried to grab Sang Tian's hand.
Mo Chen didn't give him a chance and quickened his pace, leaving him behind.
Sang Tian didn't dare to look at him for fear that she would run towards him regardless of the consequences. Duan Yunyi's hysterical voice came from behind her.
When Duan's mother came back, she saw Duan Yunyi covered in blood and turned to look at Sang Tian who was leaning in Mo Chen's arms. She cried and shouted, scolding her for being shameless and harming her son.
"My lady, please don't leave me."
Duan Yunyi's voice became weaker and weaker. Mo Chen pushed Sang Tian into the carriage to block out Duan Yunyi's voice.
The carriage started to move slowly. Sang Tian half leaned against the carriage with a frighteningly bad complexion, and all she could hear was Duan Yunyi's shouting.
He really loved her more than he imagined.
Mo Chen twisted the ring on his thumb and looked at the lifeless Sang Tian with a frown, "Are you reluctant to let her go?"
Sang Tian closed her eyes and snorted coldly, "Can't you see? I like Duan Yunyi so naturally I can't bear to let him go."