Saintess Livestreamed by Husband in Year Three

“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.