The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Xiao Jinyan said jokingly, "You're so badly injured, why don't you just give in to Wei Kui and you'll avoid some physical pain?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong curled her lips into a cold smile: "Xiao Jinyan, what are you talking about? Who do you think I, Yang Rong, am? Would I submit to that scumbag Wei Kui?"

Xiao Jinyan gently applied medicine to Yang Rong's thigh, each touch exceptionally tender, as if afraid of adding even a trace of pain to her already wounded body.

"Weren't you Wei Kui's lover before? I just heard Wei Kui say at the door that he had you before. Anyway, it's not like it's your first time, so just treat it as a rekindling of old dreams."

Yang Rong suddenly raised her head, her eyes blazing: "Nonsense! I've never given it to Wei Kui before!"

Xiao Jinyan then asked, "Then who did you give it to?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong's expression changed slightly: "I'm still a virgin, I've never given myself to anyone, you can see for yourself."

Before she finished speaking, she showed Xiao Jinyan her smooth, jade-like arm. The bruises on her arm were particularly glaring, and beneath them, a bright red birthmark was faintly visible.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Jinyan's eyes. He thought to himself, "Yang Rong is actually a virgin? She's been running a brothel for so long, yet she remains untainted by the mud!"

"I didn't expect you to really be a virgin. I don't quite understand how you managed to keep your virginity after being his lover for so long, given how ravenous Wei Kui was?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong's eyes flickered uncertainly, her lips parted slightly, yet she hesitated, as if she had something difficult to say. Her fingers unconsciously twirled a strand of hair. "Because..."

"It's because of Hongxiu; she used illusion magic to control Wei Kui."

Yang Rong suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "How did you know? Did Green Pearl tell you?"

Xiao Jinyan nodded, feeling a little disappointed. In fact, he would have preferred that Yang Rong tell these things herself so that she could remember them.

Helpless, he sighed softly, then poured some medicine from the small porcelain bottle onto his hand and rubbed it onto Yang Rong's bruised neck, his movements gentle yet resolute.

"You can hold back some things from me, after all, we're just putting on an act, it's all fake."

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong frowned slightly, as if she had been greatly wronged: "Xiao Jinyan, you just said I was your woman, how come you're putting on an act now? Men's words really can't be trusted."

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and snatched the liniment from Xiao Jinyan's hand. The movement was swift and powerful, as if she were venting her inner dissatisfaction.

"Don't touch me, I'll do it myself."

Seeing this, Xiao Jinyan smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, "How can this woman change her face faster than flipping through a book? Didn't Yang Rong just say that it was just an act? Why is she changing her mind now?"

So, Xiao Jinyan casually said, "Alright then, take care of yourself."

After saying this, he turned to leave, his steps firm yet tinged with reluctance.

However, just as Xiao Jinyan was about to step out the door, Yang Rong's voice boomed like thunder: "Stop! Did I say you could leave?"

Xiao Jinyan stopped and slowly turned around: "I've already chased Wei Kui away for you. Just focus on recovering from your injuries. Leave the rest to me."

He paused, then added, "By the way, after we get rid of Liu Kun, will we still become enemies?"

Yang Rong looked at Xiao Jinyan, her eyes flashing with a complex light. An indescribable emotion was quietly growing, as if a string was about to snap, releasing a torrent of emotions that had been accumulating for a long time.

Suddenly, Yang Rong rushed towards Xiao Jinyan, who was standing quietly, like an unstoppable gust of wind, and hugged him tightly: "Xiao Jinyan, we will never be enemies. I, Yang Rong, have no right to be your enemy, Xiao Jinyan. In my heart, I only regard you as the person I love most."

Xiao Jinyan's body trembled slightly, his eyes deep and complex: "Is this true?"

Xiao Jin thought to herself, "Yang Rong, have you ever said something similar to Wei Kui?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Yang Rong's hands slowly slid down, leaving the warm embrace that had given her. Tears, like pearls from a broken string, rolled down her face, wetting her delicate features.

She choked back tears, her voice filled with grievance and confusion: "Xiao Jinyan, in your heart, am I, Yang Rong, a treacherous, cunning woman who lies all the time?"

Seeing this, Xiao Jinyan reached out and gently supported Yang Rong's trembling shoulders, comforting her, "Of course not."

But in my heart I thought, "Yes, it is."

Yang Rong's tears flowed even more freely. As if she had found an outlet to pour out her grievances, all her grievances and pain poured out at this moment: "Xiao Jinyan, do you know? Since I was twelve years old, my motherland has been destroyed, my family has been scattered, and I have been wandering alone in a foreign land. I have experienced so much hardship and suffered the cold looks and bullying of others. How could you possibly know how I have struggled to survive in loneliness and fear all these years?"

At that moment, Xiao Jinyan's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized that Yang Rong had actually had a tough time. Sometimes she was cunning, sending chills down one's spine; sometimes her mind was deep and unfathomable; sometimes she was like a fallen flower in the wind and rain, evoking pity. She was sometimes strong, sometimes fragile…

How can one not sigh at the reasons behind this? In what should have been the most radiant years of her life, Yang Rong fell from grace, transforming from a pampered princess into a helpless orphan in an instant.

The heavy burden of fate fell on her young shoulders early on, subjecting her to hardships and tribulations far exceeding those of ordinary people. Before she was even twenty, her eyes already held a touch of world-weary sophistication and cunning, as if time had quietly accelerated its passage through her, making her more profound and mature than women in their thirties and forties.

So, Xiao Jinyan gently reached out and lightly wiped away the tears that had slid down Yang Rong's cheeks with his fingertips, his eyes full of tenderness and understanding: "I understand the suffering you've endured."

Upon hearing this, Yang Rong's lips curled into a bitter smile, but her tears flowed even more profusely.

"What do you know?" Her voice trembled slightly. "If I didn't have some cunning and resourcefulness, I wouldn't be able to survive in this treacherous and cold-hearted world. Every step I take is like walking on thin ice, and every breath I take could be my last moment of peace."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinyan felt an indescribable pang of sorrow. He suddenly pulled Yang Rong into his arms, as if trying to shut out all his pain and loneliness.

"I understand, I really understand."

However, Yang Rong struggled to break free from this warm embrace.

"These past years have been so tough, so exhausting." Her voice was barely audible, yet every word was heavy. "I once thought revenge was my only motivation to live. But now, all I want is a strong shoulder to lean on, a shoulder I can let my guard down and find peace of mind to lean on. But you..."

Upon seeing this, Xiao Jinyan's heart tightened, and he quickly embraced Yang Rong tightly again, as if trying to melt away all his unease and hesitation with this deep affection.

"Don't worry, baby." His voice was gentle yet firm. "From now on, I'll be here and I won't let you suffer even the slightest grievance. I couldn't be a part of your past, but I swear I'll walk with you into your future."

Hearing Xiao Jinyan's words, Yang Rong felt an unprecedented warmth welling up in her heart. She slowly reached out and hugged Xiao Jinyan's waist, and tears silently streamed down her face again, wetting his shoulder.