Xiao Chengyi felt dizzy, his entire body seemed to be gnawed by thousands of insects and ants, the pain was overwhelming.
He struggled hard, trying to break free from the servants of the Prince Mansion, shouting angrily, "Let go of this Young General, or else?"
"Or else what?" Someone let out a cold laugh, and then fiercely pinched his thigh.
This sudden sharp pain made Xiao Chengyi groan uncontrollably.
He stumbled, and when dragged to a secluded place, everyone became even more unscrupulous, punching and kicking like a storm, beating him to the brink of fainting.
Watching Xiao Chengyi being helped away in a disheveled state, Jun Moling finally felt a bit relieved.
Today was his grand wedding, yet Xiao Chengyi dared to come and provoke him. Why should he show mercy?
"Prince, today is your happy day, you must drink this cup of wine."
Minister of War Lord He, who was He Hongying's father and Xiao Chengyi's future father-in-law, was now speaking ingratiatingly.
