A red apricot is about to cheat on you

Chu Jingchen looked at Qi Feng quietly. After hearing his words, his body stiffened slightly, as if struck by an invisible lightning.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Qi Feng with a sharp gaze. There seemed to be thousands of words in his eyes, but in the end, they only turned into blame in his tone.

He really couldn't understand why Qi Feng didn't tell him such an important thing at that time?

Qi Feng shrugged helplessly, spread his hands, and said innocently that this was all Yi Duoer's idea. She didn't want Chu Jingchen to know, and he really had no choice.

After saying that, Qi Feng didn't dare to stay any longer. He knew very well that Chu Jingchen was on the verge of emotional collapse at the moment. If he stayed any longer, he might get into trouble.

So he left in a hurry, leaving Chu Jingchen alone there, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

Chu Jingchen's hand tightly grasped the heart knot, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. The heart knot seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, carrying the emotions between him and Yi Duoer.

He was filled with bitterness. It turned out that when Yi Duoer encountered something, the first person she thought of was not him. This feeling of alienation was like a cold wind, piercing straight into his heart.

The morning sun shone into the house, but Yi Duoer had no time to appreciate this warmth.

She was rudely awakened from her sleep early in the morning. Those people pulled her up mercilessly and forced her to rehearse dancing just to allow her to receive customers as soon as possible.

Yi Duoer's delicate body could not withstand such torture. The whip in the other party's hand was waving in the air, making a "whoosh" sound, and each whip seemed to hit her heart.

She could only endure it temporarily, pretending to be obedient on the surface, but there was an unyielding light in her eyes.

Yi Duoer actually has a background in dance. In modern times, her mother sent her to a dance academy when she was very young.

There, she learned a variety of dance styles, whether it was elegant classical dance or passionate modern dance, which she could master with ease.

Unexpectedly, one day, it was actually used in ancient times.

When Yi Duoer watched the dance performed by the aunts in the music school, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

Their dance was just an imitation of coquettishness, but without any underlying coquettishness. Their movements were stiff and weird, and they looked completely different.

Yi Duoer couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she decided to take action herself and let these people see what true charm without being a demon is.

Yi Duoer stood in the center, a dazzling pearl. She imitated the graceful movements she had seen on TV, gently picking up a rose petal with her lips. The petal was as beautiful and charming as she was.

Her eyes are captivating, as if they contain endless mysteries, and can capture a person's soul with just a glance.

She began to dance, her quick yet gentle movements as natural as flowing water. Every turn and every raise of her hand was full of charm.

The women present were all stunned by her dance, their eyes wide open, their mouths hanging open, as if they had seen the most incredible sight in the world. This dance was so new, they had never seen it before, as if it came from another mysterious world.

When Yi Duoer finished the last move, the surroundings instantly fell silent, followed by thunderous applause. The women gathered around her, their eyes full of envy and desire. They pulled at Yi Duoer's clothes and asked her to teach them.

Some people were even willing to pay with their own money. The madam saw this and showed a greedy smile on her face, like a cunning fox.

She walked quickly to Yi Duoer, unable to conceal her ecstasy, and said in a sharp voice:

"It seems that my one hundred taels were not wasted. You should prepare well today and receive guests tomorrow!" Yi Duoer narrowed her eyes and showed a well-behaved smile on her face, but she was secretly calculating in her heart that tomorrow seemed to be the perfect opportunity for her to escape.

The madam felt relieved to see her being so well-behaved and obedient today. She thought proudly that no matter how arrogant a person was, under her coercion and inducement, even a ferocious tiger could become a docile kitten.

In the capital, the atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring about to break. Chu Jingchen led a group of elite soldiers and surrounded the governor's mansion like a surging tide.

He rode on a tall warhorse, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes filled with cold majesty. He squinted at Shen Mingzhu, who had collapsed on the ground in fear, his eyes filled with disgust, as if he had seen the filthiest thing in the world.