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But she called for a long time, and no one came to respond to her.
She herself could not understand; clearly, she had changed her appearance to the most ordinary look possible. Yet, she was still kidnapped!
Where is the justice in this...
Even the people in the Red Silk Building no longer knew who they were.
How could this happen?
"Master, it seems I have captured the wrong person!"
In a luxuriously decorated room, a man dressed in purple, elegant and poised, sat high above. Listening to the report from a man below, he smiled without showing any emotion.
"You can't even kill someone properly. Tell me, what does this prince need you for?" The voice of the Purple-Clad Man was enchanting, as if it possessed a power to captivate hearts.
"Master, I am guilty!" The man kneeling below immediately drew his sword and swiftly cut off his own arm.
His movements were seamless—quick, ruthless, and precise—not even a scream escaped his lips.
However, the man was already drenched in sweat.
His lips were bitten until they bled.
"Now tell me, what exactly happened?" The Purple-Clad Man's expression softened slightly at this moment; he rested one hand on the table and gently traced circles.
"I have been following that woman closely, almost day and night without leaving the Red Silk Building. Until I heard news that Hua Nongying was hiring people, I went there and found out that they were heading to Dayue! Seeing that we were getting closer to our destination, I took action. But then I discovered that the mysterious woman was not Consort Yun." The man endured the immense pain in his body and spoke through cold sweat.
"Oh?" The Purple-Clad Man raised an eyebrow. "Take me to see!"
If he was saying this, it must be Gu Yun'ang without a doubt.
But where did things go wrong in between?
Exhausted from the night, Ma Lele curled up on the ground. At that moment, she vaguely noticed a glimmer of light seeping through the black cloth covering her eyes. She realized that the door had been opened.
And judging by the footsteps, there was more than one person.
She felt a twist in her heart. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"
At the Purple-Clad Man's gesture, one of his subordinates stepped forward and yanked the black cloth off Ma Lele's eyes, revealing her face.
Ma Lele looked at the two people in front of her, and when her gaze landed on the Purple-Clad Man, she was taken aback. It was him! The very man who had almost harmed her in the Imperial Garden.
Thinking of this, she quickly concealed her shock and cried out, "I don't know why this gentleman has brought me here. I have never met him or offended him!"
A glint flashed in the Purple-Clad Man's eyes; he had not missed the surprise that had flickered in her gaze just moments ago. However, her appearance was truly a world apart from that of Consort Yun.
No matter how he looked at it, he could not associate the two.
With that thought, he coldly said, "Take her away!" After speaking, he turned and walked out the door.
The man following him nodded and, once he saw him leave, turned back to look at the terrified Ma Lele and said coldly, "I'm sorry; I won't let you suffer!"
With that, he raised his steel knife.
"No, no, you can't kill me!" Ma Lele exclaimed in panic upon seeing the situation.
Her voice attracted the Purple-Clad Man, who had just approached the Outside the Cold Palace. He immediately stopped in his tracks; that voice sounded so familiar... so familiar...
A scene suddenly flashed in his mind: it was when someone died in a raging fire, and a layer of skin slowly peeled away from her face, revealing her true appearance!
Thinking of this, he rushed into the room, shouting, "Stop!"
The subordinate's knife was already at Ma Lele's neck but came to an abrupt halt.
Ma Lele had her eyes closed, but upon hearing the voice, she slowly opened them and panickedly said, "You really can't kill me!"
The Purple-Clad Man smirked with a charming smile. "Why not?"
"Because... because I am a relative of Grand Chancellor Wen Shaojun!" In her desperation, Ma Lele blurted out. She didn't say she was his wife; saying she was a relative could also mean she was a cousin, right?
"Is that so?" The smile on the Purple-Clad Man's face deepened as he suddenly found the situation more amusing.
"Yes! I really don't understand why you want to kill me!" Once she started lying, Ma Lele quickly got into character. She looked at the man before her with determination, her brows furrowed as if she held a strong stance.
"Actually, I don't want to kill you! I originally intended to kill only Gu Yuniang!" The Purple-Clad Man said while carefully observing the expression of the woman in front of him.
As expected, she showed signs of slight panic.
But soon, she composed herself and said seriously, "What Gu Yuniang? I don't know her at all! You've got the wrong person; please let me go!" She felt that changing her face was indeed a wise decision.
Look, as soon as I arrived at the Dayue border, I found myself walking a tightrope between life and death. It's too dangerous...
Suddenly, the Purple-Clad Man reached out and grabbed Ma Lele's face, rubbing it repeatedly. His eyes were like an unfathomable ocean; although he wore a smile, it filled Ma Lele with fear.
This person seems so familiar!
She thought that if she wasn't mistaken, this should be Tian Feiyao's only brother, the Third Prince Tian Feinuo!
"Your skin is so smooth..." The Purple-Clad Man remarked after rubbing for a while.
The subordinates nearby immediately stopped what they were doing.
Ma Lele felt a twist in her heart. Why did it seem like his words had a deeper meaning?
Could it be that he discovered something?
No, that's impossible.
She was completely different from before.
Thinking of this, she relaxed a little and said nonchalantly, "I don't understand what you mean, sir. But please let the Little Woman go; Wen Chancellor is still waiting for me!"
"Hahahahaha!" The Purple-Clad Man laughed arrogantly. "Do you think that using Wen Chancellor to pressure me will make me afraid? I heard that Wen Chancellor's only relative is his wife, but she has long been dead. So I really don't understand where you, a family member, came from?"
Ma Lele was taken aback; this man actually knew so much about Wen Shaojun's situation.
Realizing this, she looked up and said, "I am his fiancée! We haven't had the wedding yet. So of course you wouldn't know!" There was no other choice; she could only say this now.
"But I won't let go, what can you do? What can Wen Shaojun do? Can he really do anything to me in Dayue?" The Purple-Clad Man raised an eyebrow, finding it increasingly amusing.
"What exactly are you?" Ma Lele couldn't take it anymore and wanted to confirm whether her suspicions were correct!
"I am Tian Feino, and my name will not change!" Tian Feino raised his eyebrow, his expression filled with arrogance.
"What does the Third Prince plan to do with this Little Woman?" Ma Lele suddenly felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Be my concubine! It will definitely be more glorious than being Wen Shaojun's wife!" Tian Feino's eyes were filled with an indescribable expression.
"Absolutely impossible! This Little Woman is merely a willow-like figure, hardly worthy of the Prince's attention!"
Ma Lele firmly rejected him; this person was clearly insane. How could he possibly be interested in someone like her?
"You have no say in this. Tonight, we consummate the marriage!" Tian Feino pushed her down to the ground and declared loudly.
Ma Lele instantly broke down!
That night, in Zhaoyang Palace.
"The young master asked me to convey a message to Consort Hong, assuring you that you can enjoy your days as a favored concubine without worry. He has already cleared away the obstacles for you!"
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