The weather tonight was extraordinarily gloomy, with the sporadic spring rain steadily increasing in intensity. The occasional roll of thunder made the already oppressive air seem even more heavy.

Nestled in the corner of the carriage, Chi Huijin's gaze flickered timidly towards the boy who seemed as gentle and as smooth as jade. Her head absentmindedly shook "No."

"My sweet Jin'er," he whispered soothingly, a smile brightly showcasing on his face as his slender hand gently stroked her hair. "Just this one night, accompany my Third Brother to bed, and I shall spend more time with you in the future, shunning the other concubines. How's that?"

Resolute, Chi Huijin maintained her denial. Involuntarily, drool slid from the corners of her mouth. "Jin,Jin`er...likes the...prince. I can...only share my bed with...the prince, not...anyone else", she stammered.

Yan Mochen's last shred of patience finally evaporated. His gentle face immediately contorted into a vicious mask. He seized her by her hair, yanking her close and shoved a cup of water laced with an aphrodisiac into her mouth. “Do you even realize how nauseating it is for me to face your drooling face every day? Do you know the ridicule I had to bear after marrying you?" He spatted out, venom lacing his words. "Were it not for the face that resembles your sister's face, you'd be dead by now."

Yan Mochen’s slim and long eyes were filled with disgust and chilling indifference. "Your only value is that you resemble your sister and can be used to bed my Third Brother."

"Since the incident seven years ago involving your sister which disgraced the royal family, our father's anger was so immense we had no choice but to banish him to Anjiang. If the emperor were to find out he laid hands on his own sister, his life, let alone his title, wouldn't be spared."

Feigning a smug mode once again, Yan Mochen looked at the dishevelled Chi Huijin, "Jin'er, you haven’t experienced the pleasure between a man and a woman, have you?" He asked, his voice silk smooth. “Well, soon you will, and my brother will make sure you thoroughly enjoy it."

A guard in a black feather uniform respectfully approached the luxurious carriage, "Your highness, the queen is dead. She was pushed out of the carriage and fell heavily onto the cobblestone pathway. A large bleeding wound on the back ofhead indicates that she hit a cobblestone after rolling on the ground."