Mo Chou’s words fell, and Qingyao’s expression turned grim. The meaning behind the Crown Prince’s choice of name was self-evident, but to her, it was nothing but sickening. That man, having used her, had no right to miss her.
Seeing the killing intent emanating from her mistress, Mo Chou dared not say more.
Unexpectedly, her mistress put down the book in her hand, slowly stood up, and walked out of the room. For the past few days, they had been staying at the Chunfeng Tower, always disguised as men and having altered their appearances. Thus, they had no fear of being recognized. The three of them leaned against the railings, watching the unfolding events below.
Shen Xuxue was clearly no match for Nian Yao. Nian Yao, without so much as a pant or a blush, spoke with a calm and collected demeanor, her face unchanged.
She played the role of the mistress to perfection.
Meanwhile, Shen Xuxue, the legitimate wife, was furious, her face flushed and her neck red. It was truly unbecoming of her status, and if Changsun Zhu knew what she had done, one could only imagine how he would punish her.
It seemed this woman had spirit but no brains.
In the hall below, Shen Xuxue, leading the Crown Prince’s men, charged directly upstairs. Everyone’s hearts pounded for Nian Yao. Yet, Nian Yao seemed utterly unfazed, calmly watching Shen Xuxue charge up, showing no fear at all.
As Shen Xuxue and her group rushed up, over a dozen people surrounded Nian Yao.
"You slut, how dare you seduce the Crown Prince! How noble is the Crown Prince, and you think you can seduce him?"
After speaking, Shen Xuxue slapped her. Everyone assumed Nian Yao at least knew some martial arts, otherwise, why would she be so composed and fearless?
To everyone’s surprise, she took Shen Xuxue’s slap head-on. With a loud smack, delivered with full force, Nian Yao's face became red and swollen, five clear finger marks imprinted on it.
Still not satisfied, Shen Xuxue, with a malevolent expression, lunged forward again and grabbed Nian Yao's hair.
The onlookers watched with their blood boiling. Many men were eager to step forward and play the hero, saving the damsel, but their ambition was not matched by their courage.
Who would dare offend Shen Side Consort from the Crown Prince’s estate? This woman might very well become the Empress one day. However, on this point, everyone was deeply disappointed.
Even if the Crown Prince favored other women, as a side consort, she should at least have some magnanimity. Instead, she caused a scene in a brothel like a shrew. It seemed the Crown Prince’s household was not properly managed.
The second floor had descended into chaos.
Suddenly, a voice, as cold as ice and devoid of any warmth, echoed.
"Too noisy. Do you want to fight outside?"
Everyone gasped, looking up towards the railings on the third floor. There, leaning against the white jade railing, stood a man in a white robe. His black hair was tied up high with a silk ribbon, but half of it was left to fall, obscuring half his face, making his features indistinct.
The other side of his face was as delicate as porcelain, with a pale pink thousand-petaled begonia painted at the corner of his eye. He was utterly enchanting, yet his presence exuded an extreme chill. A predatory glint flashed in his star-like eyes.
He showed no trace of tenderness or pity, but rather impatience. A slight curl of his lips revealed his cold words.
No one knew who this man was. He exuded an air of unfathomable mystery and profound coldness. His face was utterly devoid of expression.
Judging by his posture, he completely disregarded Shen Xuxue. It was unclear whether he was unaware of Shen Xuxue’s formidable reputation or if he himself was an exceptionally powerful individual.
Shen Xuxue, who was in the midst of the fray on the second floor, looked up upon hearing the voice from above.
She saw a man, stunningly beautiful and enigmatic. His eyes swept over her with a gaze so deep it felt like an ocean, causing dizziness and fear. However, his attitude of looking down on her enraged her. She released Nian Yao’s hair and stared at him menacingly.
"Who are you to speak to me like that? Be careful of your head."
As Shen Xuxue finished speaking, there was a sharp crack. The onlookers hadn't even seen the man make a move before Shen Xuxue was struck with a solid slap across the face.
Her eyes spun with stars, and her body could barely remain upright. She shook her head forcefully, managing to grip the railing and steady herself.
"You, who exactly are you to dare hit me?"
After speaking, tears welled up due to the pain in her cheek.
"Yin Xuan," the man uttered, turning and walking back into the inner room with a blank expression, his demeanor incredibly arrogant, as if Shen Xuxue were no more significant than an ant in his eyes.
Yin Xuan?
Many people in the hall showed a flicker of confusion. This name had never been heard before. Who was he?
Even Mu Qingyao and Mo Chou were startled. Who was this Yin Xuan? They had never heard of him, and his martial arts were unfathomably profound. He was likely as skilled as Wu Qing. His previous move was as fast as lightning, his speed truly astonishing.
What a mix of traits this man possessed. XXS12
He was both enchanting and bewitching, unfathomably deep, arrogant, and domineering, but most importantly, cold. Two beauties, national treasures in their own right, were placed before him, yet he seemed completely indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him. Because someone had disturbed him, he came out to settle the matter and then went back inside.
Qingyao was truly impressed by such bearing and ability.
Shen Xuxue, having been inexplicably struck, and even if she were ignorant, she could tell from the man's previous actions that he was extraordinarily unfathomable. If she continued to make a scene, she would likely be beaten again. Yet, returning in such disgrace was unbearable.
On the second floor, Shen Xuxue was in a dilemma, unable to find a way out.
Suddenly, a large group of people surged into the main entrance of the Chunfeng Tower. Leading them was Crown Prince Changsun Zhu, followed by his personal guards. His handsome features were clouded with a sinister expression. He stood coldly at the entrance of the hall, his piercing gaze fixed on Shen Xuxue.
Seeing the Crown Prince appear, Shen Xuxue forgot all about what she had done and only thought about being slapped. She let out a wail and ran downstairs, rushing directly to Changsun Zhu, panting and pointing at the third floor.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, please uphold justice for your concubine! That person named Yin Xuan actually hit me."
As soon as her words fell, there was a sharp crack, and Changsun Zhu slapped her again. This time, the other side of her face also swelled, making them symmetrical. Shen Xuxue’s face was swollen like a pig’s head, her ears ringing. Her body could no longer support her, and she stumbled back several steps, falling to the ground with a thud, her eyes wide with disbelief as she gazed at Crown Prince Changsun Zhu.
Changsun Zhu did not look at her. Instead, he raised his eyes towards the railings on the second floor, where Nian Yao stood, disheveled. Her face was calm, despite being hit and swollen, and her hair was messy. Yet, her demeanor was no less imposing than anyone else's.
A fleeting shadow flickered in Changsun Zhu's eyes. He raised his head and called out in a clear voice.
"Who struck a member of my family? Please come out and show yourself."
The stunningly beautiful and enchanting Yin Xuan emerged from the room. On his face, half of which was breathtakingly beautiful, the thousand-petaled begonia seemed to bloom even more vibrantly.