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The groups of people behind both sides, who had been keeping their eyes down, quickly drew their swords and pointed them at each other.

In an instant, the onlookers all tacitly retreated further away.

Feng Hengzhi's eyes narrowed, and the hand that had been gripping his collar instantly moved to Qi Ran's neck. "Then let's have a competition."

"Your Highness, if this matter reaches the Prince's ears, you will inevitably suffer physical pain again."

Someone behind Qi Ran spoke up to remind him appropriately.

Qi Ran instinctively retorted, her expression indignant, "Don't mention him to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand gripping the dagger loosened slightly.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a certain spot. "Look, your sweetheart."

Feng Hengzhi was taken aback for a moment, then quickly recovered and snorted coldly, "She's not worthy!"

He stopped, turned around, and his gaze met that of Sang Luan and Meng Youning, who had just stepped out the door. The two were holding each other's wrists and lifting their clothes as they walked forward.

Suddenly, their eyes met. Sang Luan secretly turned around and clicked her tongue. What bad luck!

I was hoping to take advantage of their heated argument to fish in troubled waters, but I didn't expect to be caught red-handed.

"What are you doing outside?" Feng Hengzhi's eyes darkened slightly as he took a few steps forward. "Hurry up and come back with me."

Qi Ran pursed his lips. If his parents hadn't insisted that he come and find someone, he would still be with his friends right now.

It's just a woman. She ran away, so what? It's a waste of time to look for her.

Qi Ran waved impatiently at Meng Youning, "Hey you, hurry up and go back."

Sang Luan and Meng Youning exchanged a glance, and the hand that was supporting the other's wrist decisively changed position.

"You little brat, Meng Youning!" Sang Luan slapped Meng Youning on the forehead. "You dared to cut me off!"

Meng Youning's expression quickly turned cold, her face full of disdain. "If I took it, I didn't need to inform you."

Instead of getting angry, Sang Luan laughed and pulled up her sleeves. "If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not a Sang!"

The next instant, the two grabbed each other's hair at the same time, and both Sang Luan and Meng Youning felt a sharp pain in their scalps.

Sang Luan turned to the side, tilted her head slightly, and whispered in Meng Youning's ear, "Be gentle, be gentle."

Meng Youning subconsciously loosened her grip, "Isn't this acting a bit too much?"

“Not at all. If they find out about our relationship,” Sang Luan gasped. “We’d be dead before the female lead even comes back.”

Meng Youning looked knowing and immediately started cursing, "Don't even mention you being the wife of the Prime Minister. Even if your husband came in person, wouldn't he still have to be subservient in front of the young master?"

Qi Ran raised an eyebrow, walking past Feng Hengzhi in a great mood, "Did you hear that?"

Sang Luan gave Meng Youning a thumbs up, then withdrew her hand and rubbed her wrist. Her tone was gentle, "Heh, who in Shengjing doesn't know your good-for-nothing husband? He's just a spoiled brat. Why would Brother Hengzhi be afraid of him?"

"I heard you." Feng Hengzhi gave a light hum, the impatience in his eyes fading slightly. "You good-for-nothing playboy."

He glanced down at Qi Ran again, "You two are a good match."

Qi Ran was speechless and could only glare fiercely at Feng Hengzhi.

He turned his head and looked ahead.

Both women were stunningly beautiful, and their movements, one still and one in motion, were like a painting.

Why are these two cursing at each other when they're just fighting?

Seeing that the two were going too far and were about to fight, Qi Ran quickly waved his hand, and the servants of the Prince's Mansion ran forward to help Meng Youning back to the mansion.

However, after all their efforts, they hadn't even managed to touch the hem of Meng Youning's clothes.

Sang Luan gritted her teeth, drew the sword from the guard beside her, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, and said to Meng Youning, "If you don't apologize to me today, don't even think about leaving!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the sword straight at Meng Youning.

Qi Ran paused, his mouth slightly open, a look of confusion crossing his face. What deep-seated grudge did these two have?

At the critical moment, Feng Hengzhi's eyes turned cold. Without saying a word, he stepped forward, snatched the sword from Sang Luan's hand, hoisted her up, and casually tossed her into the sedan chair.

At the same time, Qi Ran personally stepped forward, bent down, picked up Meng Youning, and carried her towards the sedan chair.

In the sedan chair.

"Ouch." Sang Luan clutched her arm, which was throbbing from the fall. "Couldn't you have been a little gentler?"

Sang Luan muttered something unconsciously, then suddenly stopped, feeling the cold gaze behind her. She quickly struggled to get up.

Turning around, I was sure to meet a probing gaze.

Sang Luan forced what she thought was a perfect smile, her lips slightly parted, the last syllable drawn out, "Brother Hengzhi..."

Her gaze fell on the interior of the sedan chair. This was hardly a sedan chair; it was clearly an old-fashioned RV, with a wide variety of delicious food.

It's a pity that Feng Hengzhi is still there. If she were alone, she wouldn't even dare to imagine how lively and cheerful she would be.

“You’re quite capable,” Feng Hengzhi suddenly said.

"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Hengzhi." Her eyes lit up, and her smile widened. She put her legs together, placed her hands obediently on her lap, and moved closer to Feng Hengzhi. "Brother Hengzhi won't blame me, will he? I just can't stand that Meng Youning. How dare she talk about my Brother Hengzhi like that."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and took Feng Hengzhi's arm.

Feng Hengzhi frowned, grabbed Sang Luan's hand, and flung it aside forcefully. "Don't touch me."

A hint of anger still lingered between his brows. He abruptly closed his eyes, concealing the turbulent emotions surging within them.

A sense of unease suddenly burst forth in the air, slowly spreading to every corner of the sedan chair.

However, Sang Luan seemed completely unaware of this. She moved closer to Feng Hengzhi again, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder.

The next moment, Feng Hengzhi opened his eyes in annoyance, suddenly stood up, and placed his strong hands on Sang Luan's slender and fair neck. "I told you, don't touch me."

He stared coldly at Sang Luan before him, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if she were merely a rag doll in his hands, her life and death entirely at his mercy.

Feng Hengzhi's eyes darkened slightly, his tone impatient, "Did you understand?"

The other party had clearly shown mercy; although the large hand was only on her neck, she had no doubt about the truthfulness of Feng Heng's words.

Sang Luan blinked frantically, "I understand..."

Feng Hengzhi let go, and Sang Luan fell to the side, coughing heavily a few times while clutching her neck.

Feng Hengzhi parted his lips slightly, "Troublesome."

He then turned and left.

All that could be heard behind him was Sang Luan's desperate plea, "Brother Hengzhi, don't go, I just love you too much..."

Sang Luan slowly got up, looked at the vast space and various delicacies in front of her, and leisurely found the most comfortable place to sit down. The resentment on her face had long since disappeared.

After eating and drinking her fill, her eyes flashed, she rubbed her hands together, and then took some more and put it into her sleeve.

Half an hour later, at the Grand Secretary's residence.

The moment Sang Luan stepped into the room, her pupils widened suddenly.

The maids and servants knelt on the ground, and several maids on the right were lying on chairs and stools, their clothes stained with crimson spots.

Sang Luan glanced at them; these were the people who had served her before.

She took a deep breath and stepped forward, steeling herself.