Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 1046: Devil-style Training (2)

"Xiao Qing just now... um... seemed to pinch herself a few times..." Chiang Yi glanced at Gu Yelin cautiously, stammering as he spoke.

"Damn it! That girl! Self-harm! There’s no need to be so ruthless for training, right?"

But Ye Feng, who had been looking concerned all along, quickly made a phone call to his younger brother Ye Hong, instructing him to prepare some energy-boosting soup for An Yiqing and the others to have at lunch.

The only one who remained silent was Peng Shaohua; her stubborn eyes flickered, and her gaze towards An Yiqing warmed slightly.

At this moment, the training ground was filled with people lying as if dead. An Zhifeng and the others kept falling and getting up, up and falling, and even though it was soft sand, their bodies could not withstand the torment.

Currently, the fastest were the brothers Feng Tianci and Feng Tianbao. Their speed was already the most outstanding among everyone and they had even competed with Tan Yulin at one point. Now, they were playing to their strengths.

Feng Tianci and Feng Tianbao had reached the eighth lap, each dragging a few Blood Guards along. A long string of people ran in a scattered line, with the leading Feng Tianci and Feng Tianbao nearly at their limit.

Thump—!

Feng Tianci fell to the ground, causing everyone behind him to tumble over as well.

At this point, the entire training ground was a sight too miserable to bear. Everyone had passed the eighth lap, about to enter the ninth, but their bodies were completely out of control.

And at this moment, An Yiqing, who was still struggling in the seventh lap, had completely exhausted the physical strength she had accumulated, her vision darkened, her legs gave way, and she finally crashed to the ground hard!

"Ah!" Tan Yulin and Ye Feng exclaimed in shock, their long legs stepping forward, only to be frightened back by Gu Yelin’s merciless voice.

"Stop! No one is allowed to go!"

Several people looked at Gu Yelin in surprise, even Peng Shaohua, who disapproved of An Yiqing, was shocked.

But when they saw the restraint in Gu Yelin’s eyes, their complaints instantly turned into sympathy.

He wasn’t unfeeling; it was just that he couldn’t afford to be sympathetic right now.

On the training ground, a long time had passed since An Yiqing had fallen, and no one had risen. An Zhifeng and the others had already started their ninth lap, crawling on the ground half-dead as they moved forward. They all wanted to help An Yiqing up, but none had the strength left. Even the brother-obsessed An Zhihang and An Zhiyan were running one step and resting at three, so tired they were almost sticking their tongues out.

An Yiqing panted heavily, her face pale as she lay motionless, keenly feeling the heat of the sand beneath searing her skin, the sky’s cruel simulated sunlight mercilessly stripping the moisture from her body.

From a young age, though Master Ye Chenghong had trained her every day, An Yiqing had never experienced such extreme high-intensity training.

Tired! Painful!

But at the same time, she bizarrely felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure!

Over the past six months, she had been endlessly wandering through the commercial world, the fame and fortune scene, and power struggles among the aristocratic families. Every day she pondered the pros and cons of relationships, ceaselessly playing with schemes and plots. Although that too brought a sense of achievement, compared to those pretentious things, the always indifferent An Yiqing preferred this simpler sweat and blood!

An Yiqing was very tired now, so tired that she didn’t even want to breathe. Her eyelids grew heavier, and waves of sleepiness called out to her.

Watching An Yiqing, who still lay motionless on the ground, everyone’s gaze was filled with deep concern. Especially Gu Yelin, his brows furrowed so tightly they could almost kill a fly.