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A line of white egrets glided across the sky, while green willows drooped by the water's edge.
In a pavilion by the water, Feng Chen and Feng Lan were enjoying tea and light conversation. The former wore a vibrant red garment that exuded an undeniable beauty, while the latter was dressed in elegant blue, embodying the refined grace of a scholar.
Feng Chen held his teacup delicately, taking a small sip before setting it down with a soft sigh, a complex sorrow flickering in his eyes.
"Second Brother, would you... consider marrying over?" Feng Lan asked anxiously, his heart racing in his throat.
It was only later that he learned this was the will of the Empress, but he still scolded the prince fiercely.
The prince sat obediently in his chair, not daring to retort even a word, a stark contrast to his previous villainous demeanor.
Feng Lan had never intended for his brother to fall into this fire pit. Moreover, if one day the prince reverted to his former wicked ways...
Yet in this matriarchal society where men were often at a disadvantage, once a man fell into a woman's grasp, finding another virtuous partner would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
As the topic arose, Feng Chen lowered his eyelids, concealing an unspoken bitterness, even pondering why there wasn't a pot of strong liquor on the table.
"Prince," Feng Lan suddenly called out.
At that moment, Liu Ruoruo, who had been walking along the corridor towards them, paused uncertainly, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
Feng Chen glanced at her and set down his teacup before rising to leave. Liu Ruoruo stood there in a daze, hesitating whether to follow or not.
Just then, Feng Lan shot her a fierce look, and Liu Ruoruo immediately understood, quickly hurrying after the handsome man.
The two walked in tandem, maintaining a distance of about a meter apart.
As they approached the west wing guesthouse, they encountered more servants gathered there.
With no other choice, Feng Chen turned around and fixed his gaze on her. "Prince, please wait."
As Feng Chen was about to leave, Liu Ruoruo felt a surge of panic and reached out to stop him.
Feng Chen swiftly sidestepped her hand, his expression darkening as he said, “Your Highness, please conduct yourself with dignity.”
“Feng Chen, I didn’t mean to use the aphrodisiac; I certainly didn’t intend to do anything to you. I—”
Seeing Feng Chen’s face grow even paler, Liu Ruoruo quickly changed her approach. “However, I will take responsibility for this matter. After all, you are the second son of the Chancellor, and regarding the betrothal gifts and—”
Feng Chen interrupted her resolutely, his clenched fists betraying his suppressed anger. “Rest assured, Your Highness, I will not delude myself nor will I force you to marry me.”
“Feng Chen, Feng Chen, don’t go yet!”
Liu Ruoruo inwardly cursed herself; it was clear that Feng Chen had misunderstood her intentions, thinking she was being coerced into marrying him due to the names of the Empress and the Chancellor.
“Feng Chen, please let me explain; you’ve misunderstood me.”
“Let go.”
“I won’t let go!”
“Let go.”
In the midst of their tugging and pulling, Liu Ruoruo steeled herself and leaped up like an agile monkey, clinging onto him like a large sloth, her arms wrapped tightly around him.
Clearly, even the best temper could be worn thin by Liu Ruoruo ’s stubbornness.
Feng Chen, caught in her embrace, alternated between blushing like a ripe tomato and darkening like a charred pot.
“Your Highness!”
“Feng Chen, I truly realize my mistakes. I swear that the wicked woman Murong Xue has really died; the future Murong Xue will treat you and your brother well. So please believe me one more time. I beg you! Just give me one chance!”
"Prince, I will say this one last time: I will never marry you."
"What will it take for you to agree to marry me? Do you really want me to die in front of you before you'll consider it?"
Liu Ruoruo's tears flowed like a fountain, her mind endlessly replaying the words of the Purple-Eyed Beauty: You must eliminate Feng Chen and Feng Lan's hatred towards you within two months, or you will be cast into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, never to be reborn...
It seemed that she had annoyed Feng Chen to his limit. In a fit of anger, he forcefully pushed her away, ignoring her pitiful expression as she lay on the ground, and stormed off.
Liu Ruoruo took a deep breath and silently vowed: Feng Chen, you are the one forcing my hand!
The corners of her eyes lifted slightly as she cast a glance into the shadows.
Suddenly, a Black-Clad Masked Man descended from above, wielding a long sword. With a flash of silver, he darted towards Feng Chen like lightning.
"Feng Chen! Watch out!" Liu Ruoruo shouted loudly.
Feng Chen turned at the sound, and a heart-stopping scene unfolded before him.
In that critical moment, Liu Ruoruo quickly scrambled to her feet and ran with all her might, spreading her arms wide to shield him.
The sharp, gleaming Silver Sword plunged directly into her abdomen, staining it with blood before being swiftly withdrawn.
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