A Young Beastly Wife Is The Secret Service's Mysterious Docter

On a cloudless day, the scorching sunlight shining down, was like a fire roasting Mother Earth.

In the middle of the blue-stoned public square, there stood a tall and big iron cage. Lying in this cage was a little girl, with fine black hair covering her face. She didn't move even as her blood dripped down from her body, forming a small pool.

"Did she die?"

"She deserves to be beaten to death. That girl should feel ashamed, if not, it will turn very unsightly in a while!"

"It seems like she really did take a lover. If that wasn't the case, it's unlikely she would commit suicide out of guilty conscience. An easy death like this is truly too convenient for this kind of s.l.u.t!"

"You're right! This s.l.u.t absolutely doesn't know the meaning of being ashamed. The noble and righteous Sixth Prince knew that she was a waste of resources with no father and mother, and he still agreed to marry her, and allow her to become an imperial concubine. It is the biggest grace someone like her could have. Unexpectedly, she still went and cheated on him. It truly made Marquis Ning lose all his face!"

"It's a pity we can't see the chastity testing beast shred that s.l.u.t to pieces."

The buzzing of discussion sounded like thousands of flies flying around.

'So noisy! Noisy to death!'

Ning Xuemo woke up dizzy from hearing a downpour of all kinds of insults. Not only did the noise make her head hurt, it also hurt her brain.

'Which bastards dared to disturb her sleep?! They were truly tired of living!'

"All of you, shut up! If you disturb me once more, I'll let all of you go drink tea with King Yama!" She shook her head, shouting loudly.

It must be those subordinates of hers. If she didn't poison them for several days, they would dare to tease her again! However, she seriously had a lot of difficulty breathing.

When her shout resounded, the surroundings became silent as expected!

Ning Xuemo lightly curved the corner of her mouth.

'As expected, the trick is still efficacious.'

After all, she was still the secret service's old-timer and not some phony. Even when she only got somewhat furious, they would automatically become well-behaved like little chicks.

'Eh?! Something is wrong!'

Her voice....

How come her voice was so awfully hoarse? Her throat was painfully burning as if she just swallowed half a kilogram of sand.

"She's alive!"

"She wasn't dead! Unexpectedly, the s.l.u.t didn't die!"

"Oh! It looks like even this bitch is reluctant to die!"

"So, she can still curse people! Who does she think she is, huh?!"

"..."

All of a sudden, the quiet surroundings started hurling insults once again. Ning Xuemo's body stiffened.

Finally, she opened her eyes and slowly lifted her head. She remained calm and collected, while sweeping a look at her surroundings. In the blink of an eye, she had already understood her unfavorable situation.

In the hot weather, her cage was surrounded by three rows people who enjoyed watching the bustling scene. These people were dressed like the commoners that could be seen in any historical drama. Every one of their faces was filled with excitement at the possibility of enjoying a good show like they were on steroids.

She was like the monkeys in a zoo, a captive in a burning hot iron cage, surrounded and watched by all these people.

What was going on? She clearly was sleeping at home. How did she arrive in this place when she opened her eyes?

Ning Xuemo became somewhat dumbfounded as she kept looking at her surroundings. She couldn't help but raise her hand to massage her head, but then she felt the sticky blood.

Her vision abruptly focused on her small hand. Her hand was very small, pale, and delicate, with a small callus inside her palm. Her fingernails appeared to have an unhealthy light blue-colour.