Xia Zi'an was furious. Murong Qiao merely sneered and kicked him with a disdainful look: "You dare to have feelings for this palace Ugh, trash like you is only worthy of being my concubine if you were willing to serve me!",Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.,A brutal beating landed on his back again, and finally he passed out.。