In the dimly lit Joyful Countenance Hall, the silhouette of two figures was cast upon the sheer curtains, with a slender hand suddenly clutching at the fine sand, accompanied by a muffled groan of pain.
“Please, don’t do this,” Emily trembled in pain, pleading with the man atop her.
“Don’t you enjoy this? Look at the high and mighty daughter of the Queen, begging for pleasure at my feet?” Thomass long fingers traced over her smooth skin with a deliberate provocation.
“You’ve been working towards this for so long, haven’t you?” His gaze darkened suddenly, his fingers gripping her chin.
“Karma has its way, and this is what you deserve!” Emily let out a cry of agony, biting her lip to suppress the rest of the sound.
But Thomas was clearly not ready to let her go, his forceful movements as if trying to crush her very being.
Lying beneath him, Emily’s slender fingers clenched the curtains so tightly that they left a bloodstain.
“Look at me!” Thomas demanded, his eyes filled with rage, “Snow was so innocent, why couldn’t you spare her!”
His grip intensified, “Do you not feel the slightest bit of guilt!”
Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes, her clenched fingers breaking the skin, and with a calm voice, she uttered two words.
“No, never.”
“Bitch!” Thomas’s anger knew no bounds, and his movements became even more forceful.
Emily was too pained to speak, and all she could hear was his heartless verdict.
“Soon, I will make you pay!”
Two hours later, Emily regained consciousness to find herself alone. The fairy serving by her side, upon hearing the noise, came over and couldn’t help but laugh through her tears at the sight of her pale complexion.
“How could the Emperor be so heartless, Your Majesty is with child, and he still...”
“Hush.” Emily whispered.
“Your Majesty, don’t worry, there’s only me in the Joyful Countenance Hall, no one else will hear.”
“Lucy, you must not let Thomas know about this.”
“But Your Majesty, your health...”
“It’s fine, I’ve protected him with my spiritual power.”
Emily gently caressed her abdomen, where the little life inside already had a faint spiritual energy. It was laughable that she had never dared to tell her husband, the father of her child.
If that man knew she was carrying his child, who knows what kind of reaction he would have. Emily didn’t dare to think about it, because she knew he didn’t want this child.
Everything about her, that man wished to discard.
Emily forced a smile and asked, “Where did the Emperor go?”
“Well...” Lucy hesitated to answer.
From her expression, Emily could guess everything. She rushed out, and the attendants outside the hall stood respectfully on either side as she passed by.
As the daughter of the Queen, no one dared to disrespect her.
On Mount Everest, the cold wind stung Emily’s eyes, and she saw Thomas standing there, his black robes fluttering like an unrestrained ink painting.
In his hand was a ball of light.
It was a trace of Snow’s spiritual power.
A hundred years had passed...
As an immortal, a mere hundred years was but the blink of an eye for Emily.
Unfortunately, she felt that every day of those hundred years was a torment because she bore Thomas’s hatred for a century, pressing down on her so heavily she could hardly breathe.
“This Mount Everest is so cold, you should go back, lest it harms your immortal body.”
Thomas turned his head at the sound of her voice, his once affectionate gaze now filled with nothing but hatred.
Emily saw the change in him and inwardly sighed bitterly.
Her husband had given all his love and tolerance to another woman, while the hatred and disdain were reserved for her.
“Immortal body?” Thomas scoffed at the words.
“Emily, since you know how important an immortal body is, why did you force Snow to remove her immortal bones!”
He stepped forward and grabbed Emily by the throat, unable to forget the scene from that day after a hundred years.
Snow lost her immortal bones, and with a single palm strike from Emily, her frail body was instantly reduced to dust. He barely managed to save a trace of her spiritual power.
She had been a snowflake in life, and her spiritual power could only be preserved on this snowy mountain.
Thomas held the spiritual power in his palm in front of her.
“Are you satisfied, Emily?”
Watching Emily’s face grow paler, his fingers suddenly tightened, his hatred now completely unmasked.
“Emily, one day, I will make you accompany her to the grave!”