TAINTED BY HIM

"Emily, do you even know youre wrong?" A full-throated male roar, mixed with the pain of a whip hitting the back, woke Emily up instantly.

Opening her eyes, she was about to curse whoever dared to lay a hand on her when she was stunned by the sight before her.

It was an antique room, a row of bright red candles, with people dressed in traditional costumes kneeling on both sides, red curtains hanging from the beams, and the beads of the curtain in the middle jingling from the residual wind of the whip.

Cups and saucers were scattered on the ground, wine cups lay horizontally, and the room was filled with the smell of wine, like the absurdity after a feast.

Ten steps away from her, two men with painted eyebrows and exposed clothes were kneeling, trembling and begging for mercy.

Emily was a bit confused. Where was she?

Didnt she have a car accident?

Before she could ask, the old man in front of her seemed dissatisfied with her attitude and was about to throw another whip.

Emily couldnt distinguish the situation clearly, but she wouldnt foolishly get beaten and was about to dodge when suddenly a figure enveloped her in his arms, taking the whip for her.

A very light groan sounded in her ear, and Emily looked up to see the mans face.

He was a young man, as bright as jade, as heroic as a pine.

The candlelight revealed his skin, slightly pale as if lacking blood, but this did not detract from the extraordinary spirit between his eyebrows, but instead made his eyebrows like ink paintings, his eyes clear, so clear that one could clearly perceive the flash of disgust in his eyes...

Both disgusted and protective, why did he shield her?

Emily pushed him away, "You..."

She wanted to ask who he was, but was interrupted again by the old man, "Alex, get up, why are you still protecting her?"

Alex?

Why was this name so familiar?

The man named Alex also let go of her, turned around, and knelt upright, sincerely, "Your Grace, please calm down. Lady Emily is young, perhaps it was a moment of impulse, not intentional. Please give her another chance to reform."

The old man was obviously very angry, the whip in his hand whistling, "Young? Shes seventeen this year. Others her age have already been virtuous, managing the home, taking care of everything, and becoming a virtuous assistant to their husbands. She still dares to be so presumptuous!"

"Disobeying on weekdays is fine, but today she dared, she dared..."

The words summoning young men were too indecent for a father to speak, and he was so angry that his face turned red, "In short, get up, dont protect her, today I must teach her a lesson."

Alex didnt get up, still pleading for her.

In the dispute, Emilys brow throbbed.

Lady, Alex, Your Grace...

Arent these characters from the male-centric harem fantasy novel "The Rise of a Scholar from a Cold Gate" that she read on a whim a few days ago?

Suddenly, a large amount of images emerged in her mind, memories seemed to be forcibly loaded in, chaotic, but Emily still sorted out the current situation based on the broken fragments as quickly as possible.

She had crossed into a book, becoming the cannon fodder ex-wife Lady Emily who always looked down on the male protagonist.

This book was the kind of old routine, mainly about the male protagonist who suffered after his family fell into decline, gritted his teeth and secretly strived, and finally became the top scholar.

But before he could be proud, he was framed for plagiarism, not only losing the title but also falling into prison, where he met the second benefactor in his life, Duke Wellington.

The Duke saved him for only one reason, hoping that after the male protagonist was wronged, he would marry his eldest daughter with a bad reputation.

How bad was the bad reputation?

Visiting brothels, summoning young men, listening to songs, watching operas, teasing good family men, in short, everything that could and couldnt be done, this girl had done...

The male protagonist was released from prison with a burden.

In the early stage, the male protagonist was still a little white flower, grateful for the favor, obediently took on this pot, but it was hard to deal with this eldest daughter who liked to "move hands and feet".

Happy to slap you, unhappy to whip you, and the gratitude in his heart was gone.

Unable to divorce, the male protagonist endured and worked hard, rising in rank and wealth, and his wife died, and his career began to flourish, eventually becoming the youngest prime minister of the Great Wei.

At the same time, the harem plot also opened, and the wheels could press on the face...

The routine was old, but it was refreshing. Unfortunately, Emily was more and more sad when she read it.

Because she was not the male protagonists white moonlight, nor was she the cinnabar mole, but the "wife" in the "rising in rank and wealth, and the wife died".

Remembering the original bodys arrogance, because she looked down on the male protagonist, various insulting behaviors, and finally being tortured by the male protagonist, and a white silk, strangled to death, Emily felt the wound on her back hurt more.

She looked around with a headache.

At this moment, the original body was being punished by her father for summoning a male pet, and the male protagonist who designed all this was hypocritically pleading for her.

According to the original book, Lady Emily would rather die than admit her mistake and would scold the male protagonist for being a sinister villain. Later, her irritable father, Richard, would whip her until she fainted.

But she couldnt follow the original book.

Because the few whips had already hurt her back like it was being roasted by fire.

So when Richard angrily asked, "Do you know if youre wrong?" again, she shouted, "Im not wrong!"

"You, you..." The Dukes hand was shaking with anger.

Emily acted as stubborn as the original body, "I just summoned two performers to my house to sing operas for me. Where am I wrong?"

"Singing operas?"

"Yes, my sister Xier came to visit me last time and told me that the performers at the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion were excellent at singing operas. If I was bored, I could invite them to my house to perform and relieve my boredom."

"You punished me to be confined for a month, I was really bored, so I asked someone to find two performers, where is the fault?"

At this moment, Emily was fortunate to have come a little earlier, and the original bodys outrageous words hadnt come out yet, giving her a chance to defend herself.

She was also fortunate that Richard was impatient, and he didnt ask anything when he came in and saw the scene and started.

Richard listened to this, and the whip in his hand stopped, "Is it Xier who told you they are performers?"

Emily sniffed, "Yes, besides, they have painted eyebrows and powdered faces, what else are they if not performers?"

In the original book, the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion was indeed introduced by the original bodys half-sister with ulterior motives, but she knew what it was for, to humiliate Alex.

But now she didnt care, as long as she didnt admit it, Richard would definitely believe her.

Because no father would speculate about his child with the greatest malice.

Especially Richard, who was still a kind father, even if the original body had done all kinds of things before, he could indulge her, let alone in this "misunderstanding" situation.

As expected, when Richard heard these words, his expression gradually became heavy and tangled, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Alexs clear eyes narrowed slightly, and then he looked apologetic, "It seems that we have misunderstood the lady, come on, help the lady up."

The maid, Shunxin, hurriedly helped Emily up.

"Misunderstanding?" Emily deliberately acted surprised, "What did you misunderstand about me?"

Richard couldnt say it, misunderstanding his daughter for shamelessly summoning young men?