He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Leng Huan was unconscious for a day and a night. When he woke up, he was surprised to find that he was still alive!

When he completely lost consciousness, he was already prepared for the worst, and even resigned himself to his fate, thinking that death would be the end of everything.

This dog time-traveling thing is too much to ask!

He said he had never been wronged like this before!

It was a dimly lit woodshed with daylight shining through the windows, so it seemed to be daytime. He thought it was the next morning, but as darkness fell quickly, he realized it was nighttime.

I don't know what kind of drug the guy gave him, but it had a strong aftereffect. He sat up, his head still spinning, but before his feet even touched the ground, he could faintly hear voices outside.

"Young master, really, I bought a fine piece of goods today!"

"Hey, take me to see it! I want to see what it's like..."

"Hehe, I promise you won't be disappointed!"

A moment later, the door to the woodshed was pushed open, and Leng Huan was startled, looking at the people at the door.

The one in the lead, dressed in fine clothes, must be the young master the lackeys were talking about. He had a sallow, puffy complexion with droopy eye bags, a slightly overweight figure, and wore a crown. He was pretending to wave a fan in his hand.

When he saw Leng Huan's appearance, his eyes lit up instantly: "Wow! She really is a beauty! Good, good, good!"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Leng Huan's face. Leng Huan's lips twitched, and he turned his head away to avoid the groping hand.

He touched his face and realized that it was completely clean; all the makeup had been washed off!

Depend on!

It turned out that she had been sold to this place by the coachman.

Feeling the still sore and numb sensation in his body, he knew something was wrong!

With his mind racing, seeing the young master close his fan and about to pounce, Leng Huan, in a moment of inspiration, channeled his inner drama queen. His eyes reddened and his lips pursed, "Waaaaah... You bad people, can't you just talk to people properly about what you want to do? You bad people~~"

He didn't forget that he was still pretending to be a man, so he deliberately lowered his voice, making the ending of his voice linger and tremble.

Suppressing his disgust for this gay man, Leng Huan suddenly lunged forward, grabbed the young master's leg, and wailed pitifully:

"I know you're not one of those lecherous men, young master. Please, young master, let me recover so I can serve you in the future. I was beaten up by those thieves and I'm in so much pain... please, young master..."

In summary, he wouldn't run away, he was injured, and he morally blackmailed the young master, implying he was definitely not a lecher.

Doesn't the young master have any dignity in front of the servants?

The young master realized that Leng Huan wouldn't run away, and as expected, he looked quite satisfied. He even rubbed Leng Huan's shoulder a few times with his lecherous hand, and then coughed, maintaining a composed demeanor.

"I am not a frivolous person. Why don't you take this young master downstairs to rest? I'll bring him to my courtyard again tomorrow!"

“…” Leng Huan felt a chill run down his spine.

Damn pervert!

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In a secluded room, Leng Huan had his maid wait outside to guard the door while he went behind a screen to take a bath.

This was the second time he had bathed. The first time was after he left the confinement platform and bathed and changed in the original owner's room. A maid served him while he bathed, and he enjoyed the whole process with his eyes closed.

As for now, he still keeps his eyes closed.

Even if the original owner's body was exquisitely beautiful, he had no interest in touching her now.

Moreover, this was an unfamiliar environment, making him feel incredibly unsafe. He quickly washed up and changed into clean... men's clothing with his eyes closed. The clothes were brought by a maid, so it seemed his true identity hadn't been exposed yet.

The problem now is that he only has one night to figure out a solution, because that young master is coming to see him tomorrow, wanting to sleep with him!

Leng Huan is so annoyed by these gay bastards!

"How about we just go back to being a woman? Hmm, no... what if that young master is bisexual?"

Leng Huan couldn't guarantee that. If he rashly reverted to his original identity, it might attract pursuers, and all this trouble would be for nothing.

Moreover, as the family's holy maiden, Leng Huanxue's beauty is undeniable, almost unbelievable. This young master is a lecherous man; who can guarantee he won't become straight at first sight!

Leng Huan tightened her chest straps, changed into men's clothing, and prepared to put on makeup in front of the mirror, only to realize that her baggage was gone! Everything was gone!

Including the Tongxin Jade.

Damn it! Make sure he never runs into that driver and his assistant again; he'll remember that.

"The jade pendant, forget about it..."

He might never meet the Fu family again in this lifetime, and he won't have the chance to return the things. Right now, the most important thing is how to protect his chrysanthemum... innocence!

"Young master, are you ready?" The maid waiting outside asked when there was no movement from inside the room for a long time.

Leng Huan took a deep breath and called her in: "Alright! Come in."

The young maidservant came in and looked at Leng Huan. She felt as if her heart had been struck by his appearance. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then her face turned red as she quickly lowered her head.

This is a young man with feminine features.

Seeing this, Leng Huan had an idea and tried to get information out of her: "Hello, may I ask where this is?"

He deliberately lowered his voice, making it clearer, and the soft sweetness of the female voice was eliminated.

The young maid had no suspicions. Knowing that he had been bought to serve others, she felt sorry for him and carefully explained to Leng Huan what he wanted to know.

"This is the Liu family of Zhongnan Prefecture."

The Liu family was a wealthy merchant family in the prefecture. Among ordinary wealthy families, those with cultivation talent all went to other sects to cultivate, supposedly under the protection of a Golden Core stage ancestor.

Therefore, he acted domineeringly in the prefectural city, and no one dared to provoke him. Leng Huan now realized that the young master dared to bully men and women because he was used to acting arrogantly.

Most importantly, this woman is indeed attractive to both men and women!

It's quiet at night.

Leng Huan looked in the mirror under the bright moonlight, unable to fall asleep at all.

He's unarmed now, how can he get out of this predicament?

The person in the mirror has delicate features, an oval face, a beautiful neck, and snow-white skin; she is truly a radiant beauty with fair skin and delicate bones.

When one is weak, possessing only extraordinary beauty is not a blessing, but a curse.

Leng Huan reached up and touched his cheek, his brows furrowing with resentment. Suddenly, his eyes hardened, and he raised the sharp, snowflake-tipped wooden stick he had prepared beforehand. He gritted his teeth and prepared to slash his own face!

"It's gone..."

"Quickly put out the fire!"

Suddenly hearing a commotion in the distance, Leng Huan was startled, dropped the wooden stick in his hand, and then jumped up, opened the door, and ran out.

Listening closely, it was indeed a fire. In the distance, servants were coming and going, fetching and emptying water, creating a noisy scene. In the courtyard of the young masters and their families, flames were clearly raging!

Sparks of light reflected in Leng Huan's eyes, and his heart instantly raced with excitement. A golden opportunity!

The maid had long since left, and he was all alone here. This side courtyard was near the side gate!

Leng Huan acted decisively, turning around to search the room, taking everything, including candlesticks and dirty clothes.

Having learned from his previous experience of escaping by scaling the wall, he quickly ran towards the side gate, leaving all the noise and panic behind, as if letting the towering fire extinguish it.

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As darkness fell and the wind howled, and the fire raged fiercely, a short figure seized the opportunity amidst the chaos at the Liu family's residence to open a side gate and escape.

The Liu family was too busy fighting the fire to notice that a beautiful woman was missing from the side courtyard, nor did they notice the arsonist who casually left the scene with a bucket of water.

With his back to the firelight, only his deep-set eyes and brows could be vaguely seen. The air of desolation on his body seemed to have been burned away by the dazzling firelight, and what appeared was a calm and steadfast aura.

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As dawn broke, Leng Huan, who had spent another night in the garbage dump, propped himself up and stretched his aching, stiff limbs, his bones creaking and cracking.

He rubbed his dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. He kept dreaming that someone was chasing him or that someone was after him. He was always on edge in his dreams.

He sighed to the heavens and asked for the ninety-ninth time, "How did he end up in this state?"

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At the cosmetics shop, Leng Huan chose the cheapest, lowest-quality eyebrow pencil, only to realize he was out of money when it came time to pay...

"Uh... this..." Leng Huan looked at his decent-quality clothes and asked the shopkeeper uncertainly, "Can I trade this piece of fabric for it?"

"...Alright." Seeing his embarrassed expression and noticing that the fabric of his clothes was indeed quite good, the shopkeeper thought for a moment and agreed.

Fifteen minutes later, Leng Huan put on the dirty clothes he had changed out of yesterday and walked out of the shop with the eyebrow-drawing stone in his hand.

All he has left is a comb, a mirror, a candlestick, half a candle, and a new eyebrow stone.

Having nothing of value, he eventually became destitute.

He touched the storage bag in his arms, took a deep breath, and walked out of the city.

Let's find a place that's more friendly to ordinary people first.

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