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By the next evening, she struggled to keep her eyes open, but instead of seeing Leng Xilin drift out of the royal residence, she found him stealthily entering her room.
He said, "Since you said you would wait for me and not sleep at night, I have no choice but to comply." As he leaned closer, he began to unfasten the buttons on his clothing, his gaze decidedly… well, mischievous.
He deliberately twisted her words. Deep down, she knew he wasn't that kind of person. He might be flirtatious, but he was definitely not lewd. He simply wanted to force her out of the royal residence. Hmph, earlier he had tried to make her leave by not touching her; now he thought he could do it by touching her. Did he really think she, Yu Xiaoyao, was a soft persimmon to be squeezed at will?
Meeting Leng Xilin's mischievous gaze, she laughed even more boldly. "Do you think I don't know your little schemes? You’ve spoken with the brothels, and none of them are willing to take me in. But I still need to eat, right? If I can't be a courtesan, I can be a madam. Let me tell you, I've opened my own brothel; I serve as both a courtesan and a madam. I'm skilled enough to ensure your satisfaction."
Yu Xiaoyao pressed against Leng Xilin's chest, laughing so hard that she nearly lost her balance.
He paused for a moment, staring into her eyes as if trying to see into the depths of her soul. She felt like a paper tiger under his gaze and instinctively wanted to pull her hand back. However, he caught her wrist—not gently caressing it but gripping it tightly until it felt like her bones might shatter.
Yu Xiaoyao cried out in pain; his demeanor was terrifying. Even after facing death herself, this man remained her nemesis. "Yu Xiaoyao," he said slowly and deliberately, "remember this: never demean yourself at any time, even in words."
Then he leaped out of the window.
She plopped down on the bed with a bitter smile: it was rare for the Rong Prince to say something so poignant. She had never demeaned herself; it was he who had done so.
From the very beginning of their marriage, he had drawn a clear line between them. In public, because she was married by imperial decree, he treated her somewhat courteously. But in private, he was stingy with his words and acted as if she had disrupted his relationship with Su Zitan. He even found ways to belittle her, signaling to the servants that none should regard her with respect.
Fortunately, she had strong resilience; when faced with adversity, she became even stronger. A gentleman's revenge is best served cold—she kept a mental note of every slight he inflicted upon her.
Once when she had a high fever and wasn’t entirely delirious but still somewhat aware, she saw him hovering nearby and guessed he might be planning to take advantage of her weakness. Luckily, she was quick-witted; when his hand reached out toward her, she bit him fiercely. The bite left marks on his palm that took two months to fade.
Surprisingly, he didn’t retaliate that time—what did that indicate? It meant he felt guilty.
Yu Xiaoyao had no grand aspirations in life; all she wanted was to spend the rest of her days ruining Leng Xilin's happy life.
Perhaps sensing her threat, Leng Xilin finally revealed Yu Xiaoyao's identity as his "Divorced Wife."
On a misty morning, Yu Xiaoyao pretended to administer acupuncture to Leng Xilin, who also feigned a moment of consciousness. Grasping her arm with difficulty, he exclaimed, “It’s… it’s you! Are you trying to ruin my fate with Su Zitan again?”
Once again, Yu Xiaoyao was taken aback by Leng Xilin’s superb acting skills. Su Zitan had never seen her before, but with the word “again,” she immediately understood Yu Xiaoyao’s identity.
Leng Xilin intended to use Su Zitan to drive her out of the prince's residence, thinking he had a clever plan. Little did he know that Su Zitan was indeed a remarkable person. Considering that Yu Xiaoyao was both the ex-wife of her fiancé and a skilled healer who surpassed even the imperial doctors—being the only one capable of improving her fiancé’s condition—she decided to keep Yu Xiaoyao around.
Moreover, Su Zitan firmly believed that her love with Leng Xilin was genuine and that no one could tear them apart.
Although she wasn’t expelled, the prince had already revealed Yu Xiaoyao’s identity, and those gossiping maids could no longer contain themselves. Seizing the opportunity to flatter, they recounted how poorly Leng Xilin had treated Yu Xiaoyao in the past to Su Zitan.
The gist was clear: Future Princess, don’t worry; this girl is no match for you.
Bearing the title of Former Prince Consort Rong, Yu Xiaoyao felt that if she didn’t stir up some trouble, she would be doing a disservice to such a prestigious title.
Su Zitan said, “I trust you; I believe you won’t harm the prince.”
To be honest, she didn’t even trust herself.
She prepared a batch of Itching Powder and secretly sprinkled it on Leng Xilin’s bedding. His self-control was astonishing; despite the powder being equivalent to a thousand fleas jumping on him, he didn’t move a muscle.
This made her think something had gone wrong, prompting her to lean down and inspect the bedding closely.
At that moment, Leng Xilin slapped the blanket hard, sending powder flying into the air.
Su Zitan cried out in joy; she was overwhelmed with emotion as the prince finally moved. Yu Xiaoyao also cried, but hers were tears of despair—damn it, the Itching Powder had gone up her nose and was driving her crazy with itchiness.
She soaked in the bath for two whole hours, feeling like her skin might peel off. What was this called? A failed mission leading to self-destruction. She couldn’t help but shed a few hot tears.
"Swish..."
In the dead of night, a sword suddenly came slicing through the air. She turned around to see a man in black, his eyes fierce and intent on killing her.
Yu Xiaoyao was instantly flustered; that Leng Xilin was too treacherous, even sending someone to assassinate her.
She pondered whether to put on her clothes first or defend herself before dressing, but in that moment of hesitation, the sword grazed her skin, and blood began to bead out.
Yu Xiaoyao let out a scream.
Just then, someone else leaped in through the window. In this critical moment, they intercepted the black-clad man's sword and without hesitation, struck him down.
"What are you dazed for? Are you scared to death?" Her savior sheathed his sword and turned back with a smile—it was Leng Xilin.
Before she could say anything, the house servants outside heard the commotion and rushed over with torches. Leng Xilin reached out again, trying to lift her up. Yu Xiaoyao clung tightly to the bathtub. "I'm not dressed!"
"Do you think I would assume you're dressed while bathing?" He exerted force, tossing the naked Yu Xiaoyao onto the bed and wrapped her in the bedsheet. "This is all your fault; I told you to leave the palace. Honestly, you just keep getting me into trouble."
He carried her away.
Carried? He actually used the word "carried"!
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