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"Bi'er, help me wipe my sweat!" The young master's voice was weak as his hand slowly rested on his body, gradually moving down to his waist.
Chou'er hurriedly picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, her eyes filled with concern and tenderness. After enduring so many trials and tribulations, they finally saw the light after the storm.
From that moment on, they let go of all past grievances and misunderstandings, walking hand in hand into a life of happiness and sweetness. The Ling Mansion became filled with laughter and warmth due to the presence of the Young Mistress, creating a more harmonious atmosphere. Their story began to spread throughout the city, becoming a delightful tale that people enjoyed sharing over meals.
Though her beauty remained as alluring as ever, Chou'er treated the young master like a wooden statue, expressionless as she finished wiping him down before turning to leave. Left alone, the young master felt his fragile heart shatter under the weight of intense frustration. Confused, he couldn't understand why she had cried for him when he was injured and cared for him so meticulously during his recovery, yet once he showed signs of improvement, she turned her back on him and displayed a cold demeanor.
"What is she so angry about?" The young master furrowed his brow in deep thought.
In truth, Chou'er was upset over his deception. If it weren't for that night at Fang Residence when he revealed his "Fox Tail," she might not have suspected anything. But once doubt crept in, all the oddities from their past interactions flooded her mind; the so-called Dual Personality was nothing but a ruse!
"Hmph! If you dare to treat me like a fool, you'll have to pay the price!" Once outside, Chou'er clenched her fists, motivating herself. This cold war had lasted ten days already, and she felt a sense of satisfaction brewing within her as she thought, "Just wait until I teach you a lesson!"
In the evening, when Chou'er went to deliver dinner, she entered the room to find the young master half-closing his phoenix eyes, seemingly entranced as he licked the medicinal powder. His soft black hair fell loosely over his chest, making one unable to resist the urge to reach out and playfully twirl a strand between their fingers.
Chou'er mused that if it were truly Wushi San, she would have pounced on him by now. However, she knew well that it was not real Wushi San but merely powdered sugar.
Don't ask her how she knew; ever since uncovering the secret that Butler had secretly imprisoned A Qing in Ling Mansion, he had become her informant. She had suspected that Fang Yanting escaped with A Qing; it made no sense for only Fang Yanting to be captured while A Qing remained missing—turns out Butler had been pulling strings behind the scenes.
After chatting with Butler, she learned that the young master had long since quit Wushi San; his previous consumption was merely an act to lure Fang Yanting into a trap.
Thinking he could keep this from her was amusing; thus, she decided to turn the tables. She secretly added some chili powder to the medicinal powder. Watching beads of sweat form on his forehead while he pretended to enjoy himself made Chou'er chuckle inside. Just as he prepared to launch into his sob story after this "performance," he was shocked to discover that Chou'er had quietly slipped away at some point.
The young master was thoroughly frustrated; he felt like howling at the sky in despair. His desire to become a bandit and simply abduct Chou'er surged to an all-time high.
This feeling of frustration persisted until the fifteenth day of their cold war, when it finally erupted in full force.
Unable to contain his anger and anxiety any longer, the young master strode up to Chou'er without a second thought. Without saying a word, he hoisted her up and marched toward the room. If soft tactics wouldn’t work, then he would resort to hard measures—after all, he was known for his unpredictable temperament!
Once inside the room, he roughly tossed Chou'er onto the bed and began to undress her. To his surprise, Chou'er was quick on her feet; she unexpectedly lifted her leg and delivered a sharp kick. The young master was caught off guard and tumbled off the bed. As he scrambled to get back up, he instinctively wore a pitiful expression, gazing at Chou'er with eyes full of grievance and accusation, as if to say, “How could you treat me like this?”
Chou'er stood on the bed with her hands on her hips, looking down at him. She questioned loudly, “What’s wrong? It’s still evening; it’s not even night yet, and you can’t help but go ‘split personality’ on me?”
The young master was taken aback and thought to himself, “She found out? No wonder she’s so angry.” At that moment, he no longer cared about his image or any schemes; all he could think about was not wanting to lose her. He dashed forward and tightly embraced Chou'er, repeatedly apologizing, “I’m sorry! I was wrong; I shouldn’t have lied to you. Can you forgive me?”
Initially, he hadn’t intended to act like he had a dual personality. After Chou'er came back to life, her behavior was extremely strange, claiming she was from the modern world. Naturally, the servants reported this to him immediately.
He recognized her at once—this was the woman he had once loved deeply but had cruelly abandoned. In that moment, his heart was filled with mixed emotions as he thought, “Perhaps this is heaven’s way of giving me a chance for revenge.” Thus, he deliberately treated her harshly.
However, she was stubborn and desperately wanted to escape from Ling Mansion. Seeing this made him furious; he roared internally, “Why can’t you just stay by my side obediently?” In his rage, he ordered that she be starved for a few days to teach her a lesson.
Yet every time he hid in the shadows watching her suffer from hunger, his own heart felt like it was being torn apart. He realized that he couldn’t bring himself to truly take revenge on her. Reluctantly, he had to disguise himself with another personality in order to get close to her and help her.
“Will you forgive me?” He cautiously asked again, his eyes filled with worry and fear as if dreading to hear the finality of their breakup from her lips.
In Queen Feng Yingbi’s world, there was no room for even the slightest deception from men; otherwise, there was only one path left—separation!
Chou'er clearly saw the deep fear and unease in his eyes. In that moment, she realized that the man before her truly loved her, perhaps even to a point of humility. A surge of compassion welled up in her heart.
She reached out and gently flicked his forehead, her tone softening considerably. "If you ask again in the tone of another young master, I might consider forgiving you."
The young master was momentarily taken aback, a look of hesitation crossing his face as he clearly wrestled with whether or not to comply.
"Hey! If you can't even do that, then we..." Chou'er pretended to walk away.
Seeing this, the young master became anxious and suddenly grabbed her arm with such force that it nearly pulled her off balance.
"Hmm?" Chou'er looked at him in surprise.
With a playful glint in his eyes and a slight smile on his lips, he said, "Forgive me!"
Unable to hold back, Chou'er burst into laughter. She thought to herself how difficult it must be for him to maintain that unpredictable image while also trying to apologize.
With that thought warming her heart, Chou'er lunged forward and pushed him onto the bed, proudly declaring, "Alright, I forgive you! And then—" She gently placed her hand on his left shoulder, her gaze filled with affection as she softly said, "Shall we go admire the peonies together?"
Upon hearing this, the young master's eyes sparkled like brilliant stars, and a radiant smile spread across his face, as if to say, "Do I even need to ask? Just bring it on!"
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