As the Saintess of Elderglen, my body naturally possessed the power to nourish and revitalize.

The frail crown prince of the capital elite, Darian Vale, had been married to me for three years.

Night after night, he indulged in passion, never allowing me to beg for mercy.

Over these three years, his once sickly body had become brimming with masculine vigor.

Yet, just because I reminded him that his secretary’s skirt was too short, he started a tipping livestream that very night, publicly revealing the secret of my body.

He even announced, “Anyone who sends ten "Carnival" gifts in a row can buy her private photos and a hundred Carnivals can buy a night with her.”

During the livestream, Darian grabbed my face and forced me to look at the photos and videos he had taken. Each image captured my degradation and humiliation.

“Didn’t you mind how short someone else’s skirt was? Do you mind how you look when you’re not wearing anything yourself?”

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I stared at the comments flooding the livestream. I gritted my teeth, struggling not to cry.

“I heard the Elderglen Saintess used to cherish her body. I didn’t expect her to be this wild!”

“Is she acting all virtuous in public, but so kinky in private? Impressive skills.”

*Why doesn’t Mr. Vale let the Saintess appear on screen herself?”

“Forget ten Carnivals. I'd drop a hundred, even a thousand without blinking!”

I knelt silently on the ground, swallowing the words I was about to beg Darian with.

He sat calmly at the tea table, watching as his secretary, Liora Thorne, sweetly served him tea.

"Darian took the cup, slowly rotating the wooden cross bracelet on his wrist."

Noticing my pathetic state, he smiled and told his assistant to post a link in the livestream.

“Put up the Saintess’s personal undergarments for sale too.”

“Buy a night, get a set of lace lingerie for free.”

As soon as his voice dropped, the livestream briefly crashed from the sudden surge of traffic.

Once the connection was restored, the screen filled with Carnival gifts flooding in.

Seeing that someone was about to hit ten Carnivals in a row, I had no choice but to beg for mercy.

“Darian, for the sake of our three years of marriage, I’m begging you, please let me go! I can die, but the legacy of the Elderglen Saintess must not be disgraced!”

Darian gave a playful smile.

“It’s not like I stopped you from sending yourself a Carnival gift. You can climb the charts yourself. That way, no photos would leak out, right?”

With a wave of his hand, he had his assistant bring out all the documents proving the assets under my name.

Cash, deposits, funds, stocks, gold and real estate. Some were these dowries from the Enderglen people and a large portion came from Darian after we got married.

I didn’t hesitate. I signed the papers right away and asked the assistant to convert all my assets into cash.

A minute later, the account under my name began sending Carnivals nonstop, quickly overtaking everyone else’s contributions.

The people in the livestream were furious when they saw it.

“Can’t you take the heat, huh, Saintess? Moaning like crazy in bed, but now too scared to let anyone see?”

“No worries. Mr. Vale already said the stream’s running until midnight. No matter how rich she is, can she really afford to send Carnivals all night?”

“Exactly. Saintess, stop struggling. Save yourself a little nest egg, don’t lose even your underwear!”

Watching the balance in my account plummet, I looked at Darian in despair.

“Can I make a phone call?” I asked.

Darian raised an eyebrow, giving a casual “go ahead” gesture.

I grabbed my phone and rushed out.

Meanwhile, the assistant continued using my money to send Carnivals in the livestream.

As the audience overheard my conversation with Darian, the number of onlookers in the chatroom kept climbing.

“Oh? Is the Saintess going to make a call to borrow money?”

“Borrowing money is such a hassle. Why not just show your face and moan a little? We’ll give you whatever you want!”

The comments grew more and more vulgar as they scrolled by. Some even openly fantasized about their own experiences and feelings.

Others in the comment section expressed concern, wondering whether Darian might mind. After all, I was still his wife in name, officially married to him.

“Mr. Vale, the Saintess’s body really is top-tier. You’re living the dream.”

“Mr. Vale, is it true that a hundred Carnivals really buys a night with her? You’re not joking, right?”

Darian walked right up to the livestream camera.

Back then, everyone in the inner circle knew that the crown prince of the capital, Darian, was born weak and sickly.

The Vale Family spent a fortune just to keep him barely alive.

He finally reached adulthood, but three years ago, a serious illness nearly took his life.

Somehow, the Vale Family got wind of the fact that the Elderglen Saintess could nourish and revitalize a person.

They spared no effort or resources to marry me.

Now, Darian didn’t just look far from sickly, he radiated more vitality than a perfectly healthy man.

"Guaranteed genuine," he said.

The moment those words left his mouth, the comments section erupted.

“I heard one night with the Saintess is better than ten pounds of tonic with no side effects!”

“It feels good and strengthens the body. Mr. Vale, you’re truly generous, what a grand vision!”

Not only did Darian not get angry at these comments, he even read them out loud word by word. As he read them, he mocked me with a smirk.

“At first, yeah, it was for my health. But after doing it so much... it’s whatever. Later on, she was the one begging me. I just obliged.”

I had just come back from making a call and I heard every word of Darian’s contempt and ridicule loud and clear. But I didn’t have time to care about that now.

“Was it you who got the Elderglen people driven out?” I ignored the livestream and questioned Darian directly.

He poured out the tea from his cup and leisurely brewed a new one himself. Without even glancing at me, he replied flatly, "Whether it was or wasn’t—does it matter?"

Just now on the phone, my grandmother told me that the land where the Elderglen people had lived for generations was bought out yesterday.

To protect our ancestral grounds, everyone fought with everything they had.

Many of our clansmen clung to that land even with their last breath.

But in the end, they were all violently driven out.

I knew that Darian was behind all of this. Only he had the power to take such a large stretch of land.

I kowtowed with all my strength, kneeling on the floor, begging him for mercy.

“Darian, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I’m not asking you to spare me, but please, please don’t harm Elderglen people!”

Darian didn’t look at me. Instead, he held Liora in his arms, as if saying that he would agree to anything as long as she agreed.

Liora looked at me innocently, blinking her eyes and spoke, “Whitney, what’s wrong? If you need help, I can lend you some of my salary. Although I had 27 dollars deducted from my pay because you said my skirt was too short the other day, I don’t mind. I’m very kind, so I can still lend you money.”

The entire livestream had witnessed me kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging.

They also heard what Liora and Darian said.

“So she bullied the poor girl and got her wages docked. What a terrible crime!”

“No wonder the Saintess’s account is slowing down with the Carnival gifts. It turns out she’s out of money.”

“Saintess, don’t beg them, beg me instead. I can give you money and make you feel real good, haha.”

Looking at Darian’s expression, filled with disdain from the start, I knew that there was no point in begging him anymore.

The assistant stepped forward at this moment and reminded, "Madam, your entire balance has been cleared. If you don't have any more money, someone just hit ninety-nine Carnivals."

I glanced at the screen. Now, at the top of the leaderboard was none other than Darian’s close friend.

He was proudly flaunting it in the livestream chat:

“Don't be too jealous, brothers! I'm getting on the ride first, cheers to pleasure!”

I wiped away my tears and stood up from the floor, trembling.

Then, facing the livestream, I spoke firmly, with neither humility nor fear. "Keep gifting! Tonight until midnight, I’ll fill up the entire Carnival quota myself."

The moment I said that, the comment section in the livestream went completely still for a few seconds.

Not even ten seconds later, the screen exploded again with even more barrage comments flooding in.

“Brothers, did I hear that right? What did she just say?”

“Saintess, you’re pretty, but are you brainless? It’s still a full three hours till midnight, are you sure you can keep up?”

Darian shot me a cold look, his eyes full of warning. "Whitney, your entire account has already been emptied. If you want to go crazy, take it outside. Don’t come here and disrupt the order."

I tugged at the corner of my mouth and forced a faint smile.

"Darian, do you really think that after hundreds of years, the Elderglen people have no savings left?"

Darian scrutinized me for a while, then signaled his assistant to pause the livestream. Now viewers could only leave comments, no more gift-giving.

"Go check. If money starts coming in again, we’ll resume."

I straightened my back, no longer willing to beg in humiliation.

But just then, someone in the livestream commented.

“Mr. Vale, since we can’t send gifts right now, how about showing us more photos of the Saintess to feast our eyes?”

Once that comment appeared, many others followed. Messages flooded in, all demanding that Darian release more photos.

However, Darian remained silent for a long time.

Everyone began to wonder if he was hesitating. After all, she was still his wife in name and things had already gone too far.

Fearing the power of the Vale Family, some tried to smooth things over.

“Since Mr. Vale didn’t reply, that means it’s a no.”

“Calm down. Don’t rush. We’ll get our chance. Once we send more carnivals, we’ll get the photos.”

Just as the comments were gaining traction, Darian’s voice suddenly rang out.

“Play the video. It’s more exciting than photos.”

That single sentence from him stirred a thousand waves.

“However long she spent checking her account, that’s how long the video will be. It’s to prevent certain people from exploiting loopholes and scamming others,” Darian added, stoking the fire and pushing the livestream’s popularity to a new peak.

A video titled “Wedding Night” was played.

The date shown was the night of our marriage.

That night, Darian had ignored my pleas for mercy and kept me entangled until dawn.

That single night drained my vitality, but from then on, his own health improved drastically.

After tasting the benefits, he became addicted, never letting me go again.

I didn’t dare look at the livestream, but the audio from the video was played so loudly that I couldn’t escape it no matter how I tried to hide.

Within less than a minute of the video playing, I already felt utterly hopeless.

The comment section exploded, viewers poured in, numbers climbing rapidly, all gleefully dissecting me, savoring every second.

The flood of vulgar, dehumanizing comments made my knees give out and I collapsed to the ground.

“Darian, I’m begging you! Please don’t play this. I’ll do anything you want!”

It was then that Darian paused the video.

The livestream went wild and people were spamming the chat, demanding to know why it stopped.