Xi Jin regarded her with cold eyes and taunted her, “You’re ridiculous.”
“I didn’t remember wrongly. You have a black mole in your lower left thigh. It’s a very private spot. I remembered clearly that there was a strand of hair growing out of it and it was the size of a bean.” Shen Yunya was so worked up that her speech was incoherent.
That night and every time she shared the bed with him, she clearly touched the mole and remembered the strand of hair there. She remembered it well—it could never be someone else.
“I do have some moles on my body, but it’s impossible for me to have a mole the size of a bean like you say, and a hairy black mole at that.”
Shen Yunya lost control and shouted, “No! I remember it very well. I did not remember wrong. You, rip open your clothes right now and let me look. Let me have a look! You cannot vilify me like this for Shen Qingdai.”
Xi Jin must have done all this in order to help Shen Qingdai seek revenge so that he could vilify her in this way. It must have been the case; it had to be what was happening.
Xi Jin scoffed. At this time, a guard brought along a person with him and reported, “Crown Prince, I have brought Pock-faced Zhou.”
The crowd looked at the guard and saw a man behind him. The man bent over and hung his head in a self-abased manner. Both his hands were tucked inside his sleeves. He appeared very humble, but in fact, he was afraid and fearful in the face of this oppressive atmosphere.
Pock-faced Zhou bowed falteringly to the emperor and the others. He only stood up after he was given permission. But he continued to hang his head in a lowly manner.
“Pock-faced Zhou, show her your black mole,” Xi Jin commanded coldly. That voice was icy. He had endured Shen Yunya’s petulance silently to his limit already. He originally wanted to wait for her to give birth and then let her have the child. After all, the child was innocent.
However, Shen Yunya had kept on pushing his limits. In that case, he was not going to tolerate her anymore.
Feng Tianlan looked up at Pock-faced Zhou and recalled the person she saw before. His figure fully matched Xi Jin’s. It looked like Pock-faced Zhou was indeed the man from that night.
She remembered Pock-faced Zhou’s face was completely pockmarked and liked Shen Yunya very much. He was always quietly watching. But she did not know what happened and there was no word from Pock-faced Zhou. He seemed to have given up entirely. But it seemed as though he was humiliated by Shen Yunya.
It had disgusted Shen Yunya when Jiang Ying liked her. Pock-faced Zhou was probably even more disgusting in her eyes.
Shen Yunya looked up at Pock-faced Zhou’s densely pockmarked face and saw how meek he appeared to be with his lowly appearance and hands tucked inside his sleeves as if he could not wait to lower himself to the ground. She felt only revulsion for him. She was even more disgusted, thinking of such a man liking her.
Pock-faced Zhou did not dare resist and gave a faltering yes. Then, he lifted his dress robe and ripped his underpants open around the top of his thigh area to expose that one long strand of hair coming out of a bean-sized black mole.
At this time, the empress closed her eyes. Feng Tianlan was shielded in Si Mobai’s arms and her eyes were covered. But other people saw the black mole with their own eyes, and then everyone turned to Shen Yunya in disbelief.
Shen Yunya also closed her eyes and insisted, “I will not look at the body of another man beside Big Brother Jin. Absolutely not.”
“You can choose not to look. You will have to drink poison in a while anyway and be buried with my son,” Xi Jin threatened in a cold voice.
“Crown Price, please spare my son’s life!” Pock-faced Zhou begged immediately, but his hands were still clutching his robes and he did not dare to kneel.
Hearing Xi Jin’s threat, Shen Yunya opened her eyes for the sake of her child in the belly and looked at Pock-faced Zhou. She stared in astonishment…
