Fu Ningrong, whose identity had been discovered by His Highness, the Crown Prince, did a terrible thing in order to get rid of him: she drugged him. —And she also tried to send a maidservant to his bed. She naively thought that if he had someone else, Xie Yu would not touch her. The storm was coming. The maidservant failed to be the sacrifice. Instead, Fu Ningrong was pinned down by the waist, and he straightened his back. Like a leaf, she was f*cked to the point where everything was swaying. He vigorously penetrated to the deepest part, thrusting hard into her again and again until her soul collapsed. Her whole body was covered by the man’s breath. The man was like a devil from hell. The scorching breath landed on Fu Ningrong’s ear, as if he was burning her. Every word made her tremble in fear. “Want to get rid of me?!” “It will be impossible in this life.”