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Every year at this time, the area around Crown Prince Lake is filled with couples in love.
After all, here, under the flowers and the moonlight, one can enjoy the lanterns, the scenery, and the beauty of others—what's not to love?
Just like at this moment.
By Crown Prince Lake, couples are holding hands, immersed in a warm and romantic atmosphere.
However, in an Elegant Room on the second floor of the Scenic Teahouse, a man stands by the window with a furrowed brow, gazing out at the scenery with a look of confusion and anxiety on his face.
"Lu Fu, didn't you send a carriage to pick up Xin'er? Why is it so late? Where is Xin'er?"
Leng Yixuan asked with a frown, his face filled with concern.
Recently, he had been busy with business matters, coming home late every day. Today, he had many tasks to complete, but knowing it was the annual Lotus Festival—a celebration that Xin'er would surely enjoy—he set aside his work.
After all, nothing mattered more to him than seeing her smile!
Moreover, for some reason, Leng Yixuan felt particularly restless today. As each minute passed without the carriage arriving to welcome Xin'er, his anxiety grew more intense.
Deep down, he couldn't shake off an unsettling feeling that something significant was about to happen today...
With that thought in mind, Leng Yixuan paced around the room before deciding to have a horse prepared so he could return home himself.
Just then, Lu Fu glanced outside and seemed to see something. With excitement in his voice, he exclaimed,
"Master, they're here!"
"Uh?"
Leng Yixuan followed Lu Fu's gaze and saw a luxurious carriage slowly approaching the Scenic Teahouse from the second-floor window.
Noticing the emblem hanging outside the carriage, he realized it belonged to Cold Manor.
With this sight, Leng Yixuan felt a surge of joy and, without a second thought, pushed open the door and hurried downstairs.
Lu Fu immediately followed behind him.
However, seeing Leng Yixuan's anxious expression, he couldn't help but smirk quietly.
"Haha, it seems this girl Xin'er is destined to become the future mistress of Cold Manor!"
After all, Lu Fu had been by his master's side for many years and had never seen him so attentive to any girl before!
Unbeknownst to Leng Yixuan, who was oblivious to Lu Fu's thoughts, he was striding down the stairs with determination. In no time, he arrived at the entrance of the Scenic Teahouse like a gust of wind.
Just then, the Cold Manor carriage came to a stop right in front of the teahouse.
Without waiting for the coachman to bow, Leng Yixuan walked straight to the side of the carriage and called out to the person inside.
"Xin'er, come on, give me your hand. I'll help you down!"
His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with excitement and tenderness, incredibly enticing!
With the man's outstanding appearance and the affection in his gaze, such an exceptional man was rare in the world. Which woman could possibly resist him?
As the man's words fell, the person inside the carriage remained silent.
Amidst Leng Yixuan's confusion, a small hand, as white as jade, gently reached out from behind the curtain.
Seeing this, Leng Yixuan thought nothing of it, merely assuming that Xin'er was shy.
He immediately extended his large hand to grasp the delicate hand tightly in his palm and gently helped the girl down from the carriage.
However, at the moment the curtain was lifted, when the man clearly saw the girl's appearance before him, he was instantly struck as if by a thunderbolt.
Before him stood a woman dressed in rose-colored attire, her long black hair styled in the most fashionable updo. Her enchanting face was lightly adorned with rouge, enhancing her allure and making her even more seductive.
Especially captivating were her eyes, accentuated with finely drawn eyeliner, which were utterly mesmerizing.
If any other man were to meet her gaze, they would likely lose their very souls.
Yet, these men did not include Leng Yixuan!
Upon realizing that the hand he held was not that of the woman he longed for, Leng Yixuan's heart jolted. His first reaction was to swiftly shake off the girl's hand and immediately exclaimed,
"You are not Xin'er! Who are you?!"
Leng Yixuan's voice had lost its earlier gentle tone and turned cold as ice, laced with unmistakable anger.
Aotian Xue felt both surprised and furious at being so rudely dismissed by the man.
After all, from a young age, she had always been the center of attention, surrounded by admirers. Those men adored her, worshipped her, and flattered her. Even a single glance from her was enough to leave them spellbound and infatuated.
To hold her hand was a blessing they could only dream of.
After all, who was she!?
Born into nobility, destined for greatness!
Yet this man actually… let go of her hand!?
But that wasn’t what made Aotian Xue the angriest. After hearing what the man said next, she was nearly driven to madness.
This damned man! Had he really forgotten who she was!?
Didn’t her existence leave even the slightest impression on him!?
Or perhaps, during their last encounter, he hadn’t cared about her at all!?
Thinking of this made Aotian Xue even more furious. She bit her lip tightly, her heart filled with rage.
However, when she met the man’s cold and fierce Deep Black Eyes, all her anger vanished in an instant, leaving only fear and trepidation.
Heavens!
What terrifying eyes!
Those narrow Deep Black Eyes no longer held their usual warmth; instead, they were filled with barely concealed fury.
In those pitch-black eyes, two clusters of vibrant flames seemed to dance, making the man appear like an enraged lion—wild and ferocious, instilling fear in anyone who dared to look.
Seeing this, Aotian Xue was completely terrified.
After all, she had no idea that this man could possess such a violent side.
Moreover, no one had ever dared to look at her with such intensity!
Thinking of this, Aotian Xue felt a surge of anger within her, but under the man's fierce gaze, she was momentarily intimidated and did not dare to speak.
However, even if she remained silent, the man had no intention of granting her wish.
Noticing Aotian Xue's lowered head and silence, Leng Yixuan grew even angrier.
A sense of unease had been creeping into his heart, though he couldn't pinpoint its source.
When he saw this unfamiliar girl before him, his anxiety intensified, and he felt an inexplicable dislike towards her.
Thus, when he saw the girl remain silent, Leng Yixuan couldn't help but grit his teeth and shout.
"Did you not hear my words?! Who are you?! Why are you on this carriage?! Where is Xin'er?!"
"Uh..."
Startled by Leng Yixuan's outburst, Aotian Xue took a few steps back before stopping. She raised her fearful eyes to meet the man's gloomy face and stammered.
"Um... Xin'er said she had something to attend to and couldn't come, so she asked me to accompany you."
In the end, Aotian Xue felt a sense of relief wash over her. A smile blossomed on her lips, radiant and enchanting.
She was confident that no man could resist this smile.
After all, she had admired this very smile countless times in the mirror.
With thoughts swirling in her mind, Aotian Xue smiled and slowly moved closer to the man beside her.
Then, with her alluring Apricot Eyes, she fixed her gaze on him. Her Red Lips parted slightly, and her voice came out like a sweet melody, captivating and delightful.
"Master, since Sister Xin'er cannot come, why not let me keep you company now? Please, Master!?"
Aotian Xue's voice was delicate and charming, her eyes filled with playful affection as she sent him a flirtatious glance.
Combined with her graceful figure—shoulders delicately sculpted and waist cinched—her seductive demeanor was simply breathtaking!
Such a stunning beauty resembled a little enchantress, stirring the hearts of those around her.
As she spoke, Aotian Xue's soft hand gradually rested on the man's arm, gently caressing it.
This action was incredibly tempting. Her enchanting eyes were fixed on him, drawing him in even further.
With such an alluring woman before him, which man could remain unmoved?
This was Aotian Xue's first time engaging in such flirtation!
After all, from childhood to adulthood, she had always been the center of attention, adored by many.
She had always been the one receiving flattery and praise, never once had she tried to please anyone else.
However, this man was an exception!
Though his demeanor instilled fear in her, he was infuriatingly charming!
He was like a wild beast, untamed and fierce, yet she found herself inexplicably drawn to him.
Only a man with such untamed dominance could be worthy of her, right?
So, at that moment, Aotian Xue smiled sweetly at the man before her, sending flirtatious glances his way, trying her best to win his favor.
And she couldn't believe that her outstanding beauty would ever be overshadowed by that foolish woman!
Just as Aotian Xue confidently thought this, the man's next action left her in shock—
"Get lost!"
"What!?"
Upon hearing his words, Aotian Xue's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
The response came not from words but from the forceful motion of his hand.
He roughly shook off her hand as if she were something dirty.
Then he extended his arm and vigorously waved at the spot where she had touched, as if to rid himself of any trace of her.
Upon seeing this, Aotian Xue felt a wave of humiliation surge through her heart.
Beautiful Eyes widened in shock and pointed at the man, gritting her teeth as she spoke.
"You!"
How utterly ungrateful!
However, before Aotian Xue could finish her sentence, a man rushed over in a panic.
This man was dressed in the servant's uniform of Cold Manor, clearly one of their servants.
Moreover, this servant brought with him explosive news that could send Leng Yixuan into a tailspin, and that was—
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