Just like when they first met, she was chasing butterflies in the flowers, and he could only watch her from afar, not knowing if he could survive until tomorrow.

The only eyesore was that the man sitting beside her wasn’t him, but another man.

Inside the hall, the Emperor and Empress sat in high positions. The Emperor was very happy and asked in detail about their wedding.

Compared to Feng Xingyuan, Lu Weimian seemed more adept at handling such occasions.

Until the head eunuch came in to announce, “Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived.”

Almost everyone in the room’s expression changed subtly.

The Emperor frowned, slightly displeased, “Why is he here?”

The matter between Mu Qingci and Lu Weimian had become a city-wide sensation.

It was said that the Emperor was furious at the time.

Lu Weimian immediately found a way out for everyone, getting up and replying, “Since Your Majesty still has matters of state to discuss, then we won’t disturb Your Majesty and Madam.”

Lu Weimian turned to look at Feng Xingyuan and found him sitting there, calmly looking at her, observing her reaction.

Seeing that he wasn’t leaving, Lu Weimian, gritting her teeth, took a step forward and pulled his hand, which was resting beside him, “Do you still have something to talk about with Your Majesty and Madam?”

As she spoke, she scratched his palm.

Mu Qingci entered, just in time to see this scene.

Feng Xingyuan felt a slight itch in his palm.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the slender fingers on his hand for a while, and also got up, simply saying, “This minister takes his leave.”

Mu Qingci stopped.

Lu Weimian didn’t even give him a glance, passing him by.

Only after they had gone far did the Emperor say in a deep voice, “I didn’t summon you here.”

Mu Qingci looked up to meet the Emperor’s gaze, “What, are the celestial signs indicating that this son is unsuitable to discuss matters of state with his father again?”

The Empress became nervous, “Discuss matters of state, why are you talking to your father like that?”

Mu Qingci bowed, “This son knows his wrong.”

Mu Qingci perfunctorily appeased the Emperor for a few words, and when he stepped out of the hall, the cold wind rushed in.

Mu Qingci didn’t move, just looking in the direction they had left.

After a long while, he said softly, “Feng Zhen, why didn’t he die?”

Jiang Chong stepped forward, looking in the direction Mu Qingci was looking, but there was no sign of them at this moment.

He bowed, “Your Highness, the servant sent to Feng’s residence, Miss Lu seems dissatisfied, and now the person is missing, perhaps… he’s gone.”

Mu Qingci’s eyes moved slightly, his voice hoarse, “If she doesn’t like him, what does it matter if he’s killed?”

“If it can make her happy, killing a hundred, a thousand, is fine.”

“I’m afraid, it wasn’t her who killed him.” Mu Qingci understood her.

Lu Weimian was innocent and kind, she wouldn’t casually kill people.

She wouldn’t be like him, full of scheming, pretending to be upright and honest in the eyes of the world.

But in Feng’s residence, there was someone like him, with blood on his hands.

And that person was even more sinister, ruthless, and merciless.

Lu Weimian and Feng Zhen being together was like a lamb entering a tiger’s mouth.

Mu Qingci’s eyes darkened, “Has it been found out who instructed the Imperial Observatory to arrange this marriage?”

Jiang Chong bowed to avoid Mu Qingci’s gaze, “Master Zhang, who was in charge of this matter, also mysteriously disappeared on the night of the wedding… This servant believes that the culprit is trying to eliminate witnesses.”

The culprit in Feng’s residence was obvious.

Jiang Chong implied, “After all, Feng Zhen has always regarded Your Highness as a mortal enemy, and he happened to return just as Your Highness was about to get married to Miss Lu, it’s not impossible that he wanted to steal your love.”

“Having succeeded, he may be torturing Miss Lu behind your back.”

Mu Qingci’s hand hanging by his side slowly clenched.

*

Outside the palace, Lu Weimian and Feng Xingyuan were sitting together in the carriage.

Feng Xingyuan glanced at a small jar that suddenly appeared in the carriage, “This is…”

Lu Weimian simply replied, “This is the plum tea Brother Chu Yu gave me this morning.”

Feng Xingyuan lightly recited the name, “He’s a pretty good person. Madam hit his carriage, and he still gave you a gift.”

Lu Weimian smiled, “Yes, the Chu siblings are all very…”

Lu Weimian paused halfway through her sentence.

Looking up, she met Feng Xingyuan’s interested gaze.

“No, I didn’t hit the carriage.” Lu Weimian belatedly denied it, then calmly opened the jar, “I don’t know how that vendor slipped this morning, he bumped into it.”

“I happened to see it was an acquaintance, I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“The Chu siblings have been my childhood playmates. You don’t know, when I was a child, I was weak and often sick, and I relied on their family.”

Lu Weimian wasn’t good at lying, she felt guilty herself, she lowered her head wanting to cry, “Okay, I’m sorry, it was me.”

Feng Xingyuan looked at the little girl whose head was buried like a quail.

She was holding the jar, her legs together, sitting upright, like a child who had done something wrong.

Her exposed side neck showed a jade-like white glow and clear blood vessels.

The beating pulse was a symbol of her breath and vibrant life.

As long as he bit it, with a little force, they might not beat anymore.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t suppress the subtle excitement in his body.

Feng Xingyuan stared at her neck for a long time.

Until Lu Weimian looked up again, her voice, tinged with grievance and guilt, was drawn out, sounding like she was acting spoiled, “Actually, it wasn’t me, it was my younger brother.”

“But, it’s also my fault for not disciplining him well.”

She felt that she couldn’t shirk responsibility like that.

In the silence, Lu Weimian stammered, explaining intermittently, “I’ve tried very hard to stop him.”

Feng Xingyuan lowered his eyes, a hint of loneliness appearing on the young man’s clean face, “Your younger brother seems to dislike me.”

“No.” Lu Weimian didn’t want him to think too much, “He just doesn’t understand you.”

She pulled his sleeve, “You, don’t be sad.”

His words had a persuasive meaning, “Do you hate me?”

But Lu Weimian heard him sounding like a wronged puppy, “I don’t hate you.”

“But I’m really not a good person, and no one accepts what I do.”

“Don’t say that, you’re a good person, I can accept anything you do.” Lu Weimian thought, her obedient husband couldn’t have done anything as bad as the Crown Prince and the rebel leader who bullied her.

“Then,” the young man stared at her vulnerable neck, still looking incredibly lonely, but the blood-red heterochromia hidden behind the mask was excitedly flashing, “Can I bite you?”

Lu Weimian looked at him blankly and, in a daze, agreed to his strange request.

But… “Where should you bite?”

In the small, enclosed carriage, that strange dangerous aura filled the air again.

Feng Xingyuan looked at the girl in front of him, her eyes like a lost little animal, completely unaware of what she was about to face.

The young man was in a good mood, slightly curving the corners of his lips, his deep black eyes fixed on her, reaching out to touch her ear.

Lu Weimian suddenly felt a familiar touch.

The cold fingers were like a viper, slowly climbing along her ear, around the back of her head, through her hair, and clasping her neck.

Like invisible chains, binding her in his palm.

The young man leaned over, also bringing her closer to him.

The warmth of his breath on his nostrils made Lu Weimian’s heart tremble, and her hands instinctively pressed against his shoulders.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Feng Xingyuan’s voice was very soft, his gaze already fixed on her neck.

White and clean, as if untouched by a speck of dust, the veins pulsating obediently.

Having lied, having done wrong, being punished by having her neck bitten off, wasn’t this a matter of course?

Lu Weimian slowly fell into unknown fear, “Feng…”

Before she could fully call out his name, a sharp pain suddenly came from her neck.

Lu Weimian didn’t expect him to really bite her, her neck arched beautifully, a very thin hum escaped her throat, and her fingers scraped against the person’s clothes in front of her, trying to push him away.

The slight struggle of the prey in his palm only endlessly amplified the beast’s desire to bully.

Lu Weimian’s neck was tightly held, unable to move.

Her neck was slowly ground and gnawed, and at some point, it became numb.

The young man’s breath was by her neck, rubbing against her with his loose hair.

She passively tilted her head, and her body was also rubbed sore.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Feng’s residence’s back yard. Ling Yi reported to the carriage for a long time without receiving a response. Because of the experience this morning, he cleverly didn’t reach out to lift the curtain.

After half a quarter of an hour, the two people in the carriage finally got down.

It was his master who got out of the carriage first, with an imperceptible smugness on his handsome face.

After getting out of the carriage, he thoughtfully reached out to help the person inside get down.

Based on Ling Yi’s understanding of his master.

This act of showing goodwill can be simply explained by the idiom “a weasel paying New Year’s greetings to a chicken.”

Then a little girl with red eyes came down from the carriage, looking as if she had suffered a great grievance.

Her clothes were looser and more disheveled than when she got in the carriage, and there were dark marks on her collar that weren’t covered.

Lu Weimian looked at the hand reaching out to her, for the first time, she didn’t want to take it.

But it was so high, she couldn’t get down herself.

She could only grit her teeth and hold onto his arm to get out of the carriage.

As she walked, she could see a circle of dark blood marks on her neck and shoulders, only an inch away from her veins.

They didn’t speak after getting out of the carriage.

Only when Lu Weimian entered the courtyard did she call out to him, reminding him, “Don’t forget to return home tomorrow.”

After saying that, she didn’t wait for Feng Xingyuan to reply and went straight into the house.

Feng Xingyuan was ignored, but he was still in a good mood.

Xu Hua, who was sweeping the courtyard, noticed something unusual and pricked up her ears to listen carefully, but unfortunately, she didn’t hear anything extra.