cold clothes

Leng Yi's heart was pounding. Wang Yiqing's clothes brushed past her less than three meters away, and she was so nervous that she could hardly breathe.

Leng Yi stood up and followed Wang Yiqing inside without a second thought, only after Wang Yiqing had strode into the house.

The maids and nannies of Yujiexuan vanished as if into thin air, leaving the entire Yujiexuan empty and eerily quiet. Leng Yi immediately realized that Yun Qiu was trying to trap Wang Yiqing.

Even though Wang Yiqing was in a hurry, he sensed something was wrong. His expression turned ferocious as he cursed at his surroundings, "Yun Qiu, come out! You bitch, come out here!"

There was a raised, purplish-blue bruise on his face, as if he had been hit by a blunt object, which made his expression look even more devilish and ferocious.

The bruise was inflicted by his father, the Duke of the Kingdom. He was having a great time playing cricket fighting and football with his best friend when suddenly the guards rushed over, dragged him to the council hall, and before he could react, the Duke of the Kingdom hit him on the cheekbone with his inkstone. His father even tried to beat him, and if it weren't for his stepmother and concubine protecting him, he probably would have been beaten to death.

He learned from his father's words that Yunqiu was pregnant. By the time the news reached the Duke's mansion, it was already common knowledge throughout the city. The Duke's blessed child was actually born to a prostitute—it was a disgrace to the family! The Duke wanted nothing more than to beat Wang Yiqing to death, but he only stopped after his wife and concubine knelt on the ground and begged him.

However, it was absolutely impossible for Yunqiu to be pregnant! As a prostitute, she had undergone sterilization surgery long ago, how could she possibly...?

So Wang Yiqing rushed to Fengxiang Tower to demand an explanation from Yunqiu. Her pregnancy must be a lie, it must be!

"Yun Qiu, you slut, you whore, get out here right now!"

Wang Yiqing ran around and shouted like a monkey in the Jade Steps Pavilion, showing no trace of a noble young master. Leng Yi, who was following behind him, watched his ugly behavior with cold eyes.

"Yun Qiu! Damn it—"

When Wang Yiqing saw that no one had come despite calling for a long time, he started smashing things, sweeping all the books and vases off the shelves onto the ground.

At this moment, a graceful figure in white appeared from the corner. She appeared silently behind Wang Yiqing like a cloud, her resentful eyes staring at his back.

Leng Yi looked terrified when she saw her suddenly hide completely.

Why is she here?

Wang Yiqing wasn't stupid. He could sense a faint aura getting closer and closer behind him. When the aura was about six feet away from him, he suddenly turned around and shouted, "You wretch, die!" At the same time, he threw the bamboo slips from the Han Dynasty in his hand.

Before he could even feel the pleasure of his violence, he froze on the spot. Unexpectedly, the book he threw was firmly caught by the woman's slender, fair hand. She glanced at the words on the book: "Admonitions for Women," and couldn't help but smile slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in her lowered eyes.

"Qing...Qingchun?" Wang Yiqing asked in surprise.

His heart skipped a beat. She had actually caught the book he threw without any apparent reason? How did she manage to catch it? His heart pounded even harder when he saw Qingchun's face clearly. Qingchun's face was completely bloodless, and coupled with her white clothes and her eyes, which were as dark as a deep pool, she was both pale and beautiful, exuding an eerie aura.

"Second Brother, the 'Admonitions for Women' might be able to kill a respectable woman, but it won't work on us women of the night." Qingchun opened the bamboo slip with a half-smile, but she didn't care about the words on it. She looked at Wang Yiqing with a deep gaze.

"Qingchun, um... where did Yunqiu go?" Wang Yiqing stepped forward and took Qingchun's hand, trying to act as doting as usual, but as soon as he pulled, he found that Qingchun's hand was so thin that the veins were bulging, so he put it down without thinking.

Qingchun's smile froze, her face hardening as if she were crying. Finally, she couldn't smile anymore and asked Wang Yiqing with a bitter expression, "Don't you have anything to say to me now?"