Princess Jincheng's expression turned cold. "What do you mean by that?"
Born into the imperial family and later married off to Tibet as its Imperial Consort, she had long held a position of authority. An inviolable air naturally clung to her, startling those men into taking a step back in unison.
But that was all. The men quickly came to their senses, growing embarrassed and angry, unable to understand why they had been intimidated by the bearing of a seemingly frail woman.
"It doesn't mean much. Just don't be in such a hurry to leave, little lady. We haven't seen a woman in a long time. Keep us company and chat with us."
"Forget about looking for some brother. Any one of us could be your brother."
"Ha ha ha..."
Hearing the crude, lewd banter around her, Princess Jincheng finally panicked. "How can you do this? I just gave you food." She could not understand why, when she had helped them out of kindness, they not only failed to repay her but instead returned her kindness with hatred.
"So help us all the way, little lady. We brothers aren't just hungry—we haven't had a taste of a woman in a long time either. And you're so beautiful. Be kind and offer your body to us."
She could vaguely smell the stench of their breath. Princess Jincheng screamed and desperately ran for the exit, but she had been pampered all her life. How could she move faster than them? She was dragged back at once.
She screamed as she struggled desperately, but how could her strength compare to several grown men? As she fought, her clothes were continually torn apart, the sharp sound of ripping fabric piercing the air.
Watching the beautiful, noble woman who had once seemed unattainable struggle beneath