They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Wu Chengye's attitude made those officials understand that even if a husband was brought in with great pomp and circumstance, so what? If she was unhappy, everyone would be treated the same!

Lan'er was taken out, and they closed the door again to continue. Wu Chengye spread his legs and said, "Take one at a time."

Sima Lingyu lay on his lap, lifeless, like a soulless shell. Wu Chengye disliked his lifeless state and kicked him hard, leaving a red mark on his shoulder: "Still pretending to be high and mighty!"

The officials dared not stop what they were doing, their hands trembling. Sima Lingyu used his hands to support himself as he stood up from the ground, picked up the scattered clothes, and casually put them on. After all, there was no normal person left in this mansion.

"If you dare to go out, he will die!" Sima Lingyu knew that the "he" she was referring to was Lan'er, but he shouldn't have brought Lan'er out of such a dangerous place.

He could only walk to Wu Chengye's side and serve her expressionlessly. She trembled with pleasure, but only for a moment. Her eyes were glazed over, then became very bright, as if she had entered a state of sagehood.

She felt disgusted by the men in front of her, so she kicked them one by one, knocking them to the ground. She even tore off her clothes to cover her exposed areas: "Get out of here, all of you."

Before Sima Lingyu married into the family, Wu Chengye wasn't this perverted. Perhaps he just wanted to torment him. The group quickly picked up their clothes, dressed haphazardly, and left.

Sima Lingyu then touched the ground with both hands and gently kowtowed, saying, "Your Highness, I will take my leave."

"You, come to the bed."

Sima Lingyu walked to the bedside and sat down next to Wu Chengye. She hugged Sima Lingyu with her hands, and there was a hint of heartache in her eyes. Sima Lingyu thought she was seeing things.

"Lingyu, please don't do this."

He didn't speak. Wu Chengye buried his head in the crook of his neck and breathed heavily. This time, the heat sprayed onto his skin, but he felt nothing. Wu Chengye said again, "Next time, just be obedient. Why are you so stubborn?"

"Your Highness, if there is nothing else, I will not disturb your rest."

She grabbed him, her eyes turning fierce again: "Where do you think you're going? You're not thinking of finding another woman, are you!"

Another slap landed on Sima Lingyu's face. In just a few days, he had already accumulated several scars on his body.

"Is your brother back?"

Sima Lingyu gritted her teeth, ignoring Wu Chengye's madness, opened the door and left. Wu Chengye lay alone on the bed, looking at his still numb hand, and then slowly clenched it.

"Go to my good fourth sister's residence and keep an eye on things. See if Sima Lingchuan has returned. Report his whereabouts to me immediately."

No one answered; only a dark shadow swept across the rooftops and headed towards Wu Ziyan's residence.

Mo Baiyun wasn't one to be trifled with. Ever since Wu Ziyan said he hadn't cleaned up the rats properly, he had thoroughly cleaned up the entire mansion.

He was keeping watch on the roof when he clashed with the spy who came to gather information. In just a few moves, the spy lost his life, and his body was devoured by hawks.

Huang Ziliang, who was not asleep in the villa, vaguely saw this scene through the window.

He also knew that Mo Baiyun was probably his secret bodyguard. If Mo Baiyun was willing to participate in his plan, that would be even better. He also knew that Wu Ziyan had investigated him behind his back, but how could she possibly have found out about those things?

The next morning, Huang Ziliang was already waiting outside Mo Baiyun's room, earlier than the roosters.

Mo Baiyun knew there were people outside, which made Fang Zhong a little uncomfortable. He straightened his hair and opened the door with his signature smile: "Who is it?"

Upon seeing that it was Huang Ziliang, who lived in the villa, his smile turned cold: "Young Master Huang, what brings you here?"

"Please tell me the whereabouts of the Second Princess, Young Master Baiyun."

Mo Baiyun's eye twitched. Was this guy out of his mind? Living in the Fourth Princess's residence, inquiring about the Second Princess's whereabouts: "Young Master Huang, you should know what you were just saying, right?"

"Your Highness is away from home and cannot keep up with the affairs of the court. The Second Princess is aggressive and often clashes with Your Highness. I have a plan that can be implemented and relieve Your Highness's worries if it works."

Mo Baiyun: ? [What's wrong with this guy? Although he doesn't seem to have any background, he looks like he's not simple. Should I inform my master first? Or should I just take it one step at a time?]

Thinking of this, he thought, "Whatever, the emperor is far away. By the time he notifies her, it will be too late." He squinted his eyes with some interest and asked, "What's the plan? Tell me about it."

Huang Ziliang whispered in Mo Baiyun's ear, and after a while Mo Baiyun looked at him with shocked eyes: "You really did this for His Highness!"

"Your Highness has shown me great kindness, and I am different from the many men in the academy. I have no background, no money or power, and the only thing I can rely on is myself and my brain." He smiled elegantly.

Mo Baiyun rubbed his fingers. This...this, it seemed he really couldn't make the decision, because this person was chosen by his master. If he ended up with Wu Chengye, it would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den!

"Young Master Huang, are you serious?"

"of course."

Mo Baiyun sighed: "I will give you Wu Chengye's schedule for the day after breakfast today. The rest is up to you."

"Young Master Xie Baiyun, I hope you will not tell Miss before this matter is resolved."

Hearing him say that, Mo Baiyun knew that Huang Ziliang must also have some feelings for Wu Ziyan.

After reaching an agreement with Mo Baiyun, he returned to his villa, pulled open that snow-white arm, and used cinnabar to dot a flower-shaped red dot on the crook of the arm. What he had lost, he wanted to take back with his own hands.

He changed his clothes, put on a fake hat, and went to the Changsun residence. Because he arrived early, Changsun Boyu had not yet gone to the shop and was still washing up when he heard someone announce that a young master Huang wanted to see him.

He suddenly snapped out of his daze, opened his eyes, and realized that no one had come to see him since he returned. The first person to come to see him was Huang Ziliang.

"Please come to the main hall first."

He quickly washed up and went to the main hall, where he saw Huang Ziliang sitting there, looking refined and scholarly. At this time, he had taken off his cap, but it was impossible to see what he was thinking.