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That night at Prince Anle's mansion, the music floated lightly in the air, and tables were set wide for the feast. In the spacious garden, a tall stage had been erected, adorned with red lanterns and scattered with joyful characters. Between the pavilions, guests reveled in merriment, toasting and laughing amidst the lively atmosphere.
Ren Siyang held a cup of wine, his gaze constantly scanning the surroundings.
When he noticed a woman in splendid attire rising from her seat, he quickly pulled Yuan Xinrui aside and discreetly retreated.
"Brother Siyang, back then we had no idea why that woman appeared by Princess Duan Yang's suicide rock. Now, with Yuan Neng confirming it, she will definitely come this way," Yuan Xinrui whispered, her eyes filled with concern.
"The Wind-Touched Silver Wolf has already disguised himself as her husband. He was just drinking with her and has poured her quite a bit of wine. She must be looking for her maid to ask where the restroom is!" Ren Siyang replied. Suddenly, his expression changed; he forcefully pushed Yuan Xinrui's hand away. Caught off guard, she stumbled and fell backward onto the grass.
Before she could cry out in surprise, Ren Siyang had already leaned down to kiss her. The slightly prickly grass beneath them carried a faint scent of greenery in the night breeze, while Ren Siyang's familiar masculine scent enveloped her almost instantly.
His damp and soft lips gently pecked at hers, causing her heart to race even faster from the sudden rush of emotions.
It was only when she heard faint footsteps approaching from behind that she realized what was happening. Though she dared not make a sound, she bit his lip lightly in protest.
A glimmer of amusement flashed in Ren Siyang's eyes as he whispered breathlessly in her ear, "Are you provoking me?" With that, he suddenly shifted from his previous gentleness, gripping her delicate wrists tightly and pinning her down beneath him.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a soft tearing sound interrupted them—the fabric around her neck ripped open, exposing her smooth shoulder to the cool air. Before she could feel the chill fully set in, Ren Siyang's slightly frantic kisses had already trailed down from her neck, his warm tongue chasing away the night’s coolness and sending electric shivers coursing through her body.
At the same time, despite several layers of clothing between them, an overwhelming heat radiated from Ren Siyang that made her feel inexplicably flushed.
"Mmm!" A moan nearly escaped her lips but was swiftly silenced by Ren Siyang's hand. Meanwhile, those footsteps drew ever closer.
She suddenly remembered that this was just a performance and quickly took a deep breath, feigning a powerless struggle.
Ren Siyang could hardly bear to look at her flushed face; the breathtaking beauty nearly drove him to madness.
He began to suspect that Li Ziyi's suggestion of this "heart-stirring scene" was actually a deliberate trap set for him.
Even without staging such a scene, he couldn't believe that Feng Zhi Liu's methods would fail to extract the truth from that Noble Lady.
But now, with the arrow nocked, he had no choice but to release it. His entire body was tense, yet he gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of Yuan Xinrui's sleeve.
As he saw her delicate arm, as white as jade, struggling before him, he felt blood rush to a certain part of his body.
Yuan Xinrui clearly sensed something, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.
"Stop!" A soft feminine voice rang out from behind. Though she tried to remain calm, it was evident that the speaker was quite agitated. "Who are you? How dare you commit such vile acts in Prince Anle's mansion?"
Ren Siyang let out a long sigh of relief, quickly standing up from the ground. He slowly turned to face the Noble Lady, who had been recognized by Feng Zhi Liu upon entering the mansion. With a slight smile, he said, "It’s been many years; Madam seems to have gained quite a bit of courage. Back when Princess Duan Yang was insulted, I wonder if you ever raised your voice to stop those vile men like you do tonight?"
Upon hearing this, the Noble Lady's face turned as pale as paper. In her well-maintained gentle features, despair and disbelief flickered in her eyes. "Y-you... who are you?"
"Me?" Ren Siyang smiled slightly, loosening his outer robe and gently draping it over Yuan Xinrui's shoulders to help her up from the ground. "Who I am is not important. When do you plan to keep that secret locked away in your heart?"
"You are mistaken; what Madam has hidden in her heart is not just a secret. There’s also that man who is important to her!"
A middle-aged man dressed as a Marquis strolled over and, right before the woman, slowly peeled off the human skin mask from his face, revealing his true identity.
At the moment the Noble Lady caught sight of Feng Zhi Liu's true face, her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground. "You are the one... the one who forced Princess Duan Yang to her death?"
"Madam has a remarkable memory; even after so many years, you can still recognize me at a glance," Feng Zhi Liu said with a smile as he gently bent down, lifting her chin. His deep voice was laced with a captivating tenderness, as if weaving a spell: "I have heard that you and the Marquis have been loving and respectful to each other over the years. After decades of marriage, I trust you wouldn't want to see the Marquis meet his end, would you?"
"No, please don't!"
She clutched Feng Zhi Liu's clothing tightly, tears streaming down her face as she whispered, "What happened back then was truly a misunderstanding. That person... he never meant for it to happen. He had no idea the princess would take her own life, nor did he expect it would lead to your suffering..."
"I have no interest in your irrelevant grievances; I only want to know who he is," Feng Zhi Liu's gaze turned icy, the chill emanating from him seemed capable of freezing her blood. His eyes were like sharp blades fixed on the Noble Lady.
The night wind rustled through the branches, producing a soft sound that resembled quiet sobs, making it unbearable to listen…
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