Yu Moqing frowned. Although she had only been familiar with Sylya for a while, she knew along the way that she was just a fifteen-year-old girl. If she was destroyed by this prince, she would probably not have a good life in the rest of her life. And the cruel prince and the ruthless guards had no idea what else they would do.

The prince slowly walked to Silya, and his cheetah-like eyes looked at Silya, and the desire for possession gradually magnified in the dark eyes. The prince curled his lips lightly and was about to reach out to touch Silya's face, but he saw Silya turn his face away, and his disgust was not hidden at all, and he didn't want the prince to touch him at all.

The prince's hand that stopped in the air was a little embarrassed, but he was not unnatural at all, and he still chuckled, "I'm a stubborn girl again..."

Sylya didn't say anything, and her cold face was not showing any weakness.

Then the prince stood up straight and reached out to pinch Sylya's chin, "But beautiful girl, do you know who you are facing?"

"Ha." Sylya wanted to avoid the prince's rough hands, but after all, she was still a woman. She could not avoid the hand that was tightly holding her chin. Her shoulders were still pressed by someone, so she could not move at all. However, her stubborn face was not afraid at all, but was full of mockery and disdain.

"It seems you don't know that his majesty is not enough to trample his duty..." The prince sneered, and his tone gradually became regretful, "What a pity... It's a pity that I haven't tasted like you, a woman, it's a pity that this beautiful face, haha..."

As the prince spoke, his hand that was pinching his chin suddenly pulled away and began to wander around her, starting from her face, gradually moving downward, passing through her slender neck and tender waist.

"Stop! Stop!" Sylya's voice began to tremble, with a hint of threat and anger, her eyes quickly dyed red stared at the prince. Even through her clothes, she could feel the pure land where the sinful hand defiled her body.

"Stop?" The prince continued to laugh, not caring about Sylya's anger at all, "You have never heard of... Rabbit is not qualified to negotiate terms with the eagle..."

"Stop...stop..." Sylya glared at the prince and gritted her teeth, but she could not stop the hand that continued to insult her, "Shameless! Vulgar! Get out! Get out!"

"It's indeed a little wild horse..." The prince laughed instead of anger, as if Sylya's anger was just a pleasant ringtone, constantly stirring his majestic possessiveness, and inspiring him to work harder to conquer this little girl who is ignorant of the world. "But I still like you...haha..."

The raging smile filled the prince's face, and he was hugging Sylya's body, and his face had already reached her neck to bite, "Oh, this figure is not really good, you need whatever you want... It seems that I am lucky today... Haha..."

"Stop! Stop! Get out! Get out! Bastard!" Sylya could no longer control her final emotions. After all, the arrow was on the string, and the humiliation made her unable to bear it. However, if she reached out to stop her, she could not withstand the strength of the tall man in front of her. The more she struggled, the greater the power to bind her. In the end, she turned into her hands and was still restrained. She had to endure the nostalgia of this beast-like man on her.

"Bastard?" the prince smiled, without any intention of being angry, "then I will let you see what a real bastard is..."

The unrestrained ravage made Sylya lose hope, tears flashed through the corners of her eyes, she took a few deep breaths, and the cold voice sounded again, with neither humility nor arrogant, "Shameless! The Sun God will never forgive you! Never!"

The prince's invasion action came to an abrupt end. His face, which was originally excited, turned cold, as if he had been touched by a taboo. His eyes were swept away, and his tone was no longer as joking as before, "What the Han people said, "You don't cry until you see the coffin. It seems that you want to try it before begging for mercy?"

"Ha, this is the case with both sides. Can I beg for mercy?" Sylya sneered, as if the panic in that moment had dissipated, and her eyes were decisive, "I, Sylya, the people of the sun, swear to the noble Sun God! I will curse you until death! Even if I go to hell, I will only be destroyed! Never..."

"Bang!"

Finally, he couldn't help but before Silya finished speaking, the prince had already let go of the hand that was holding Silya's waist and slapped her directly.

A crisp sound echoed in the tent, as if it was slapped on everyone.

"Ha..." Sylya lost the power of support and sat down on the ground dejectedly, with a cold smile still tugging at the corner of her mouth. The pain and anger intertwined in her body at the same time. The palm she waved just now had a strong force, and now it had left a red mark, which made her a little dizzy. Soon, she suddenly smiled, "What you can't hide is the most fair, all your sins will be obvious, and you will definitely be punished by the Sun God! I will never be at peace forever!"

After the prince pushed Sylya away, he was restraining his movements in his hands, but his face was already cold, "Do you dare to say it again? How about the Sun God?"

Sylya smiled suddenly and no longer felt afraid, "What? Are you scared too? Haha... Don't worry, the Sun God will never forgive you! Never!"
Chapter completed!