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In the dead of night, a cold wind howled through the window, causing Chou'er to shiver awake.
As she turned over, she saw the young master sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully holding a candle in both hands. He looked pitiful, staring at her with wide eyes, his expression silently accusing her of leaving without a word.
In that quiet night, the young master seemed to revert back to the person she used to bully.
Chou'er felt a mix of emotions. First, she had beaten him up thoroughly, and then she pointed at him imperiously and commanded, “Undress!”
A blush crept onto the young master's face. He hesitated for a long moment, but ultimately could not resist her command and slowly began to take off his shirt.
Chou'er fixed her gaze on his left shoulder, and as expected, there was nothing there.
Her hand gently brushed against his shoulder as she spoke softly, “I once knew a tattoo artist who used a special potion to ink a peony on his left shoulder.
Strangely enough, that flower would only reveal itself when he was emotionally stirred, blooming vibrantly and beautifully. Do you know? To see that peony, I spent three whole days in bed with him.”
The young master's ears instantly turned crimson, resembling ripe tomatoes.
“Those three days were like glue; neither of us wanted to leave the other.” At this point, Chou'er's eyes began to glisten with tears as memories flooded back to her.
It had been the most beautiful time of her life, every moment spent with her beloved, engaging in intimate acts that made it feel as if the entire world consisted only of the two of them.
However, no matter how passionate the love or deep the affection, reality would always impose its tests.
Jealousy, suspicion, misunderstandings, arguments, and mutual hurt followed one after another. Gradually, she grew weary and frustrated, ultimately choosing to part ways.
"After breaking up with him, I thought I would never see that peony again in this lifetime. But who would have thought that just recently, I saw it in you. Can you tell me what this is all about?" Chou'er stared at him intently, her eyes revealing a stubbornness and determination, eager to get an answer from him.
Deep down, she had already begun to suspect the truth.
The young master’s lips moved slightly, hesitating for a long time, but ultimately he said nothing.
"Are you Xiao Zhi?" Chou'er's voice trembled slightly as she continued to wait for his response with anticipation.
Another long and torturous silence ensued. Finally, the young master seemed to gather a great deal of resolve and reluctantly admitted, "I... I am."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Chou'er suddenly lunged forward and tightly embraced him, as if she wanted to use all her strength to merge him into her body.
"Xiao Zhi, I'm sorry."
"Xiao Zhi, can you forgive me?"
"Xiao Zhi, I really, really like you. I love you."
A thousand words surged in her heart, but when they reached her lips, they felt blocked and could not be spoken.
She knew in her heart that he must still resent her; otherwise, why would he treat her so poorly after finding out she was Feng Yingbi?
So when the young master tried to take her away from Fang Residence, she refused without hesitation.
"Why won't you leave? Fang Residence is very dangerous right now; the people who pushed you into the river are from Fang Residence!" The young master was anxious, raising his voice a few notches. He urgently grabbed her hand, trying to pull her outside.
Was he hinting at Fang Yanting? Chou'er's heart raced as she clutched the table tightly, refusing to let go.
"I don't believe it! You admitted yourself that you pushed me into the river and even put a bounty on my head throughout the city."
"If we don't make a bigger fuss, you would have been silenced long ago!" The young master, seeing her unwillingness to leave, gritted his teeth and forcibly picked her up.
As soon as the door opened, they were met with A Qing standing outside, flanked by several servants, exuding an imposing presence.
In such a situation, it was not easy for the two of them to escape. In her anxiety, Chou'er whispered for the young master to leave first, but he stubbornly refused. A glint of determination shone in his eyes as he charged at those people with bare hands.
Outnumbered and on their own turf, the young master quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
Within just a few exchanges, he was forced back into the room.
The servants instinctively parted to the sides, and Fang Yanting emerged slowly in a flowing white robe.
In the biting cold, his collar was half-open, long hair cascading casually over his shoulders. His face bore a slight flush, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead—clearly a result of having just taken Wushi San.
" Brother Ling seems particularly spirited tonight," Fang Yanting remarked lightly, brushing back his hair with a subtle smile that revealed a devilish charm.
Chou'er speculated inwardly—could he be of the same ilk as the young master? Perhaps just the opposite; during the day he pretended to be an upright gentleman, only to reveal his true self at night?
The young master seemed to read Chou'er's thoughts. Seizing a moment when no one was watching, he whispered to her, "This is the real Fang Yanting!"
The world felt utterly chaotic; everyone seemed to live behind a mask.
Chou'er felt a twinge of fear and quietly moved a little closer to the young master, as if this would provide her with some sense of security.
Seeing this scene, the displeasure on Fang Yanting's face became more pronounced. He waved his wide sleeves lightly, and A Qing immediately understood, leaping out to attack the young master directly. The young master did not dare to be careless and quickly fought back; in an instant, they exchanged over a dozen moves. Taking advantage of a brief pause, the young master reached out his hand towards Chou'er, urgently calling, "Come here!"
Chou'er stared blankly at his hand, and suddenly a scene flashed through her mind: a man standing under the Peach Blossom Tree, reaching out tenderly to a woman and gently saying, "I like you."
Could it be that Fang Yanting and the previous owner of this body were a couple? Chou'er felt as if she were under a spell, unable to resist walking towards him.
"Chou'er, snap out of it!" The young master noticed her unusual behavior amidst the fight and shouted in distraction. This moment of distraction caused him to become flustered as A Qing pressed the attack.
Startled by the shout, Chou'er jolted back to reality. She dared not look into Fang Yanting's eyes, her heart filled with confusion.
If they truly were a couple, then why had he shown no signs of it before? There must be something wrong.
Instinctively taking a step back, she softly said, "Young Master Fang, Chou'er should return to Ling Mansion with you. After all, if one has made a mistake, they must face the consequences."
"Chou'er, think carefully," Fang Yanting said with frustration as he withdrew his hand and called out, "A Qing!"
Though he did not specify what he intended to do, A Qing understood perfectly. He swiftly drew his sword from his waist, leaped high into the air, and aimed to strike down with lethal force.
"This move..." Chou'er's eyes widened in shock as she blurted out involuntarily, "Coarse Cloth Blue Robe!"
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