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Feng Moheng was filled with frustration.
Shen Yuling was truly insufferable.
She dared to question his deep affection for Jingyi and even doubted the unwavering resolve he ought to have as a man.
How could he possibly be tempted by her?!
Yet, he had to admit that Shen Yuling had a point about the traces on the bed being easily noticed by Huixin.
Huixin had always been his mother’s trusted confidante—meticulous in her work, precise to the extreme.
If she came in tomorrow and saw that only Shen Yuling had left an imprint on the bed, she would undoubtedly report it to his mother exactly as she saw it.
By then, his mother would surely question him endlessly.
That would only stir up trouble within the residence again, throwing everything into chaos.
Feng Moheng frowned slightly, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
After a moment of contemplation, he had no choice but to suppress his displeasure and walk toward the bed.
Under Shen Yuling’s gaze—one laced with both triumph and provocation—he reluctantly sat down, clearly unwilling.
Seeing that Feng Moheng had complied, a smile tugged at the corners of Shen Yuling’s lips.
With the grace of a nimble cat, she moved effortlessly, her movements smooth as silk.
Seizing the moment, she gently rested her head against Feng Moheng’s shoulder.
Caught off guard, Feng Moheng suddenly felt a warm, soft sensation against his shoulder.
Startled, he whipped his head around—only to be met with Shen Yuling’s radiant, captivating face.
Her phoenix-shaped eyes shimmered like a springtime lake rippling under the sunlight, carrying an indescribable charm—both lively and alluring.
Just one glance was enough to draw someone in, deep and inescapable.
Feng Moheng’s heart seemed to skip a beat, and an unfamiliar sense of panic surged through him in an instant.
He hurriedly forced himself to remain calm.
“What are you doing?!”
Feng Moheng sprang to his feet, his movements so abrupt that the bed beneath them trembled slightly.
Deliberately, he widened the distance between them, his expression cold and severe.
His gaze held no trace of concealment—only open frustration and wariness.
“You are my husband. You said we wouldn’t consummate the marriage, and I agreed—but can’t we at least be a little closer?”
Shen Yuling pouted her rosy lips slightly.
“No.”
Feng Moheng’s reply was firm and unwavering.
She puffed up one cheek in mock defiance, murmuring softly, “Fine, if not, then not.”
Her fox-like eyes blinked innocently, but a glimmer of mischief flickered within them as if she had just thought of something clever.
She tilted her head slightly, her tone probing.
“Husband, do you like Liu Jingyi?”
Feng Moheng did not hesitate in the slightest.
“Yes. So don’t entertain any foolish hopes.”
“Alright, I understand.”
“I can help you protect her.”
She spoke with an air of sincerity.
Feng Moheng eyed her warily.
“What do you mean?”
“I noticed today that Mother doesn’t seem to like Liu Jingyi very much.”
“If you openly show your disdain for me in front of her, she will surely dislike Liu Jingyi even more.”
“Why don’t we just put on an act in front of Mother? That way, we can ease her anger while also ensuring Liu Jingyi’s safety.”
Shen Yuling’s expression was completely serious.
“You’re really that kind-hearted?”
Feng Moheng still found it hard to believe, eyeing her with suspicion.
This woman was cunning and unpredictable—her words and actions always unexpected, ever-changing. Who knew what she was really plotting?
“Husband, aren’t you being a little too petty? I am your princess consort. Even if you were to take ten concubines, I would fully support you.”
“She’s just Liu Jingyi—it’s not like I’d do anything to harm her.”
Shen Yuling pretended to be offended.
Feng Moheng fell into deep thought at her words.
His mother truly did not like Jingyi.
If he openly favored Jingyi and neglected Shen Yuling, his mother would only target Jingyi even more.
She was already making things difficult—either sending people to drill her in tedious court etiquette or summoning her to the princess’s residence to study embroidery, painting, and other such skills.
If it were just normal lessons, that would be one thing.
But his mother already disliked Jingyi, and those so-called lessons were nothing more than torment.
Jingyi had suffered quite a bit.
If Shen Yuling was truly willing to put on an act with him in front of his mother, it might not be a bad thing after all.
With that thought, Feng Moheng lifted his gaze to Shen Yuling.
“What’s your condition?”
Feng Moheng had never encountered a woman as unpredictable and elusive as Shen Yuling.
Since she was the one extending this olive branch, he naturally had to clarify the conditions first—lest he unknowingly fall into one of her traps.
“I do have a small request. I hope Husband can agree to it.”
Seeing that Feng Moheng was willing to listen, Shen Yuling’s heart leaped with joy.
But in the next instant, she quickly restored her innocent expression, as if nothing had happened.
Every time Feng Moheng saw her like this, the vigilance in his heart would unconsciously ease a little, and his body would instinctively lean slightly toward her.
“May I borrow your hand for a moment?”
Shen Yuling blinked, her expression full of mystery.
What strange idea was she up to now?
But at this point, he could only half believe her as he hesitantly extended his hand.
Shen Yuling grasped Feng Moheng’s hand.
She lifted her head slightly, her fox-like, cunning eyes glancing up at Feng Moheng, as if concealing countless little schemes.
That one look made Feng Moheng’s heart suddenly skip a beat.
He instantly averted his gaze, not daring to meet her eyes again.
This woman was truly shameless—constantly thinking of ways to seduce him!
Yet Shen Yuling paid no heed to Feng Moheng’s reaction.
She lowered her head, and her cascade of black hair slipped down naturally, veiling half of her delicate face.
However, just as Feng Moheng was about to withdraw his hand, he felt a sharp, tingling sensation on his fingertip.
A moment of confusion flashed through his mind—she bit him?
Before he could react further, Shen Yuling had already released his hand.
She lifted her gaze, her fox-like eyes brimming with feigned innocence, and stuck out the tip of her pink tongue, revealing a tiny silver needle resting upon it.
Feng Moheng was momentarily stunned.
So, she hadn’t been acting shamelessly—she was using this method to discreetly retrieve a hidden needle?
Just as he exerted force to pull away, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his finger.
Shen Yuling had bitten down—hard.
Her pearly teeth clamped onto Feng Moheng’s finger with such force that only when the taste of blood spread in her mouth did she finally release him.
At that moment, a trace of crimson stained her soft, pink lips. Under the flickering candlelight, the contrast only made her look even more alluring—like a blood-red rose blooming in the depths of the night, exuding a beauty that was both enchanting and dangerous.
“Shen Yuling!”
Feng Moheng was both furious and in pain.
“Since we’re working together, we have to put on a convincing act, don’t we?”
Shen Yuling showed no fear of his anger.
She reached out once more, grasping his injured hand and pressing around the wound, forcing a few more drops of blood to seep out.
The crimson droplets fell onto a pristine white handkerchief that had already been prepared on the bed.
It was only then that Feng Moheng realized her true intent.
Shen Yuling planned to use his blood in place of her maiden’s blood, creating the illusion that they had consummated their marriage—an elaborate deception to fool Hui Xin and his mother when they came to inspect tomorrow.
The fury that had been surging in his chest just moments ago suddenly had nowhere to go.
This woman—she never ceased to catch him off guard!