"Let me borrow you for a moment," the burly old man said flatly.
Shen Biqun's face went pale with shock. Biting her lip, she snapped, "Shameless lecher!"
The burly old man paused, finally realizing that his words had been ambiguous and caused a misunderstanding. Clearly uninterested in explaining, he strode toward her instead. "Cooperate obediently, and spare yourself some physical suffering."
"In your dreams!" As a woman—especially one blessed with beauty capable of toppling kingdoms—Shen Biqun was naturally sensitive about such matters. Her thoughts immediately went in that direction. When she imagined the chastity she had guarded so fiercely being taken by this old man, she was so miserable she nearly coughed up blood.
Rather than let this disgusting old man defile me, I'd rather give myself to Zhao Weiyi... Zhao Weiyi's image suddenly surfaced in Shen Biqun's mind. For some reason, she felt a special sense of closeness toward him. Perhaps because he had been by her side when she needed help the most, or perhaps because he was the person her father had entrusted her to before his death...
What a pity he was sent to the Department of Ceremonial Affairs... Shen Biqun's face flushed. She had no idea why she still had the leisure to think such nonsensical thoughts at a time like this.
Watching the old man draw closer and closer, a flash of resolve suddenly appeared in Shen Biqun's eyes. Gathering all her strength, she slammed herself toward a nearby pillar. At this point, she had already given up on thoughts of revenge. With Yelü Yixin and Xiao Xiamo fallen from power, losing the Emperor's favor was inevitable. If she were humiliated by this old man as well...
She had her own pride. She was the eldest daughter of the Shen family, a renowned beauty