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Feng Hengzhi's gaze remained fixed on Sang Luan.

Upon hearing this, Sang Luan, who was sleeping, trembled and was suddenly awakened.

"W-what happened?" She scrambled to her feet, instinctively covering herself with the blankets, craning her neck to look around, her eyes wide with shock. "An earthquake or a fire?"

The moment those words left his mouth, the room fell silent.

Sang Luan reacted instantly, her gaze suddenly falling on Feng Hengzhi, her pupils shrinking slightly.

Clutching the bedding, she retreated with lightning speed.

She distanced herself from Feng Hengzhi.

She couldn't help but frown; she felt that something was off about Feng Hengzhi in front of her.

Her eyes and expression were strange.

Even more outrageous was that the tips of his ears were slightly red, and his whole demeanor was indescribably strange.

A hint of suspicion crossed Sang Luan's face. Could this person have taken advantage of her while she was sleeping...?

She quickly craned her neck to peek inside and instantly felt relieved.

Thankfully, thankfully, everything is still here.

Upon seeing this, Feng Hengzhi's face immediately darkened. He quickly stood up and stared down at Sang Luan.

Sang Luan looked at Feng Hengzhi warily, "What are you doing?"

Seeing her looking like she was guarding against a thief, Feng Hengzhi paused for a moment, then suddenly spoke up, "Grandmother said to make sure you're covered with blankets when you sleep."

Sang Luan tilted her head slightly, feeling that this statement was not credible at all.

Her lips twitched slightly. And, was this all the reason he woke her up in the middle of the night?

She rolled her eyes inwardly. Only Feng Hengzhi could do something like this; no one else could do such a despicable thing.

Suddenly, Feng Hengzhi paused slightly, and without turning his head, said, "With the way you sleep, you don't need to worry at all that I might have feelings for you."

After saying that, Feng Hengzhi walked straight towards the main bed.

Sang Luan behind him glared and subconsciously straightened her body, her gaze intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over the mountain peak.

It's clearly something to be proud of, isn't it?

Why resort to personal attacks out of the blue?

She didn't provoke him, did she?

How could she have sensed a hasty retreat from Feng Hengzhi's retreating figure?

Sang Luan pursed her lips, shook her head slightly, and banished the thoughts from her mind. She grabbed the blanket with both hands and pulled it over her head, covering herself completely.

It wasn't until he returned to the main bed that Feng Hengzhi felt much more relaxed.

He exhaled a heavy breath and looked around. He saw that the person on the side bed had completely covered him.

His eyes deepened slightly, his expression unreadable, before he slowly lay down.

The moonlight outside grew stronger, while the candlelight inside flickered.

The next day.

Sang Luan slowly woke up, yawned, and subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand.

However, the next moment, she realized that something was wrong.

She quickly looked around, then silently glanced at the person in front of her.

She was clearly on the side couch before she went to sleep, but now she is on the main couch, lying together with Feng Hengzhi.

She blinked, her mind racing.

Almost out of a woman's instinct, upon realizing that she was lying next to Feng Hengzhi, she covered herself with the blankets and almost screamed.

The beauty mark at the corner of her eye lifted slightly with her movements.

Sang Luan lowered her eyes slightly and saw that Feng Hengzhi had his eyes closed. She quickly and quietly moved to the side.

Countless images flashed through her mind, and she finally got an impression.

Feng Hengzhi's bed was made of something that felt cool to the touch.

She woke up in the middle of the night and somehow found her way to Feng Hengzhi's bed.

She only wanted to cool off, but somehow she ended up on the bed.

She paused for a moment, then reached out and touched her forehead. Turning to the side, she saw that Feng Hengzhi was still asleep. She held her breath and carefully lifted a corner of the blanket.

With every movement, he kept a close eye on Feng Hengzhi, fearing that he might wake up at this crucial moment.

Sang Luan was tense all over, and moved very carefully.

What should have been a simple action became extremely difficult to perform at this moment.

The moment her toes touched the ground, Sang Luan's eyes lit up. She pursed her lips and tiptoed off the bed.

She only let out a soft breath once she was fully upright.

Without a second thought, Sang Luan quickly lifted the hem of her robe and put on her outer garment at the fastest speed she had ever done. Then, she hurriedly ran out.

After she left, the room became much quieter.

Feng Hengzhi, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

He slowly got up, turned to look at the doorway, then his gaze fell on the side couch, and his eyes darkened considerably.

She murmured softly, "Sang Luan".

If you look closely, you can see a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Interesting."

It has curves, but lacks warmth.

outside the house.

"Miss, you..."

Upon seeing Sang Luan emerge, Yu Po immediately stepped forward.

Before she could finish speaking, Sang Luan hurriedly interrupted her, "Quickly, hurry back to Furong Garden."

She lifted the hem of her dress and ran forward quickly.

Throughout the journey, the maids beside him kept their heads down silently.

Yu Po followed closely behind, "But your main house has already been demolished!"

Sang Luan's pupils widened suddenly, her steps faltered slightly, and she turned to look at Yu Po, "Treated...removed?"

Yu Po nodded. "The old lady gave the order last night, and now the main house is in ruins."

Sang Luan couldn't help but twitch her lips. Although the old lady was getting on in years, her mobility was second to none.

Suddenly, she moved closer to Yu Po and asked again, "What about all the treasures in my room?"

Yu Po paused for a moment, then said, "The people who cleaned the house said that it should have been put into the Prime Minister's room."

At this moment, Yu Po noticed Sang Luan's clothes. At first glance, her clothes were neat and tidy.

But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the outer shirt buttons are completely crooked.

Looking further down, one could see that the hem of her dress was of different lengths.

She immediately tensed up, pointed at Sang Luan's clothes, and lowered her voice, "Miss, why didn't you fasten your clothes properly before coming out?"

Sang Luan pursed her lips, and the scene inside the room just now reappeared in her mind.

"If your young lady waits until she's all tied up, she'll be dead by then."

Yu Po exclaimed "Ah!" with a puzzled expression.

As soon as Sang Luan lifted her foot, she ran into Liu Wenxian.

She lowered her head slightly, knowing that if Liu Wenxian saw her like this, she would inevitably get another scolding.

With a thought, she silently led Yu Po back a little, turned her head to the side, and covered her face with one hand.

However, she had only taken one step when Liu Wenxian called her back.

"Sang Luan."

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft.

Helpless, she could only turn around, a bright smile on her face, "Mother, what brings you here? I was just about to go and pay my respects to you."

Liu Wenxian made no attempt to hide the disdain in her eyes.

Sang Luan immediately noticed that, in addition to the servants who were already with Liu Wenxian, there was now a serious-looking old nanny beside Liu Wenxian.