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"What happened to make things difficult for our Prince Jin? "Big brother was so engrossed in your thoughts, haha …" Leng Mufei laughed and teased the man sitting on the main seat. He only swept his gaze towards a corner of the table, where there was a white and transparent paper with two large shining words engraved on it.

A divorce letter?

Whose divorce letter was this? Could it be … As he thought about it, his eyes darkened.

No wonder he could see that scene. It was her brother who had abandoned her.

Leng Mufei only chuckled, and did not question him in detail.

It just so happened that the heavy door to the hall was slowly pushed open from the outside.

Luo Shang brought Long Jing, who had just been stewed, in with small and graceful steps. The servant guarding outside closed the door with keen eyes.

She approached and looked up at him.

The cold face of the man sitting on the seat of honor was like ice and snow that couldn't be dissolved even after thousands of years. A pair of sharp eyes as black as an ink eagle stared at her from top to bottom, wanting to devour her alive.

Luo Shang walked up the stage leisurely with the teapot in her hands. She stood beside the man and rolled up her loose and long sleeves, gently placing the teacup down and pouring tea for him.

Yet, she didn't know that her every action was seen by the man whose unfathomable pair of black eyes had always been frozen on her body.

After pouring two cups of tea, just as she was about to turn around, he said in a cold tone, "Do you take your lordship's words as nothing?"

The man's voice was cold, not to mention the weak girl in front of him, even Leng Mufei who was sitting beside him couldn't help but shiver.

Luo Shang knew the meaning behind his words. He had given her ten minutes, but she had been gone for nearly two hours.

"I'm sorry —" She turned away.

Leng Shaoyu laughed lightly as he scattered the tea on the table with a palm, and the sound of breaking glass entered Luo Shang's ears. She looked at the piece of thick tea that was wet with steam from the porcelain fragments in front of the table, then clenched the corner of his clothes to cover his wrist that had just been scalded.

She didn't say anything, nor did she explain anything to the man. She walked around the table towards the pieces on the floor and bent down to pick them up bit by bit.

The thin figure made her look so haggard. Her every action was obviously filled with reluctance, but she forced herself to remain calm.

The moment she bent down, the clear red marks on the snow-white skin of the woman's exposed neck could clearly be seen.

Leng Shaoyu lightly knitted his brows, narrowing his inherently cold and proud pair of deep eyes as he sized her up.

"What happened to your neck?"

Hearing him ask, Luo Shang immediately raised her collar, wanting to cover herself, but the neck area of the robe was too low, it was unable to cover the wound on her neck. She tilted her face to the side, deliberately avoiding the man's gaze.

"It's nothing, I just slipped." She replied lightly.

Leng Mufei, who was seated at the side, raised the corner of his mouth and raised an eyebrow. He had an enigmatic smile on his face as he said: "Then sister-in-law really wasn't careful …"

Seeing Leng Mufei's malicious smile, Luo Shang lowered her head. Actually, if he had not appeared in time, she really might have died in the hands of Yun Xiu and the others.

"Come here!"

The man casually leaned back in his seat. His loose clothes revealed a large portion of his honey-colored skin on his chest. The charisma and sexiness of a man was truly amazing.

Luo Shang stood in her original position without moving. After hesitating for a while, she walked over.

However, he did not expect that the moment he approached him, he would forcefully pull him into his embrace.

Luo Shang's instinctive reaction was to struggle, because she didn't know what this man, who was like a snake and a scorpion, was trying to do. However, he was imprisoning her too tightly, so she couldn't break free to begin with.

Just as she was struggling, the man's broad and large palm slowly caressed the dark red on her smooth neck. He gently caressed it back and forth, as if he was feeling heartache for the woman he loved and felt wronged.

Just when Luo Shang was startled to feel the man's sudden gentleness, a large hand had slipped into her clothes and touched the soft skin on her neck.

"Leng Shaoyu, let go of me …"

She was disgusted with him for treating her in such a way. Was the wildness and anger he had unleashed on her last night not enough? Could it be that he wanted to do that in front of the Prince Han?

When Luo Shang thought about it, she felt a lingering fear, and her body was shrinking closer and closer. Seeing her terrified expression, she could not help but sneer, and spoke in a low voice next to her ear: "This duke thought that what a woman like you doesn't understand was fear —"

He was waiting for her to explain, but he didn't expect this damned woman to be so noble, not even saying a word to him.

What made him even angrier was that this woman actually dared to lie to him.

Was she toying with the IQ of the majestic and powerful Prince Jin?

Did he accidentally fall? This kind of lie was really stupid. He thought that she was smart in the past.

As Leng Shaoyu spoke, he forced open the buttons on her collar. One of his large palms were pressing down on her restless hands, while the other hand was loosening the butterfly ribbon on his chest, revealing half of his fragrant shoulder, and the alluring collarbone at the nape of his neck.

The tears that Luo Shang had been forced into her eyes filled the corner of her eyes. She bit her lips until they bled.

The man, however, had no intention to let go of her from start to finish, and even indifferently admired the results of his battle last night. He curled his sexy thin lips, and looked at the small red marks on Luo Shang's neck, shoulders, and upper part of her chest.

Until he saw the tears that rolled down the face of the woman in his arms, that pair of eyes that was filled with resentment, helplessness and sadness, was exactly the same as when Yue died.

His expression immediately changed, and he viciously pushed her away.

Being struck by his sudden movement, Luo Shang's body became stiff, and he fell onto the stage, onto the ice-cold stone hall.

Her body pressed against the cold ground and tensed up. She hurriedly put on a large piece of skin that was exposed on her shoulder.

And at this time, Leng Mufei was sitting right in front of her, facing her directly. A strange look surfaced in his eyes, but he still didn't say anything.

Looking at the red marks on her shoulder, even without thinking, he knew that her brother was in a relationship with her last night.

The instant she fell, he instinctively reached out his hand, but retracted it under Leng Shaoyu's ice-cold expression.

Leng Mufei was very clear, other than that woman with the Bai Family from many years ago, his brother would never touch anyone else. No matter what beauty she was, he would never pay attention to them.

Today, his older brother had made several exceptions for this woman. Just now, when the woman fell, he had noticed that the man in the master's seat had suddenly tensed up. He felt very uneasy.

What's more, by doing this, his brother was just proclaiming that this woman was completely his. Even if he hated her, even if he didn't want her, no one else could touch her.

To him, it was probably all hatred!

Luo Shang stood up, the tight clothes sticking to her body outlined her seductive figure.

"Did This King allow you to leave?" Seeing her turn around, Leng Shaoyu said to her back.

Leng Shaoyu had said that his Luo Family was cruel, and that he owed her a life that she could never repay. Then, who was the one who was more cruel to her this time?

Luo Shang did not turn around to reply the man.

"Have you forgotten your identity again? It really is hard to train. "

His words were filled with endless ridicule and teasing, clearly a joke, but Luo Shang knew that he was warning her and threatening her at the same time.

The lives of everyone in the Luo Family were all within her thoughts.

She had no choice but to stop and not dare to disobey him again.

"Clean this place up."

She was startled, originally thinking that Leng Shaoyu would make some ruthless taunts at her based on his personality. She did not expect that he had merely asked her to clean up the broken things on the ground.

Although the man was telling her that there was no difference between her and a lowly slave, as long as he didn't mock and torture her, in Luo Shang's opinion, it would already be a great relief.

She went back to him and bent down to clean up the small pieces on the floor.

Leng Shaoyu's eyes did not rest on her body, but on the woman who obediently swept the table, and fell silent.

"Seeing my younger brother's memory, I almost caused a huge delay." Leng Mufei suddenly remembered that he came here because he had something important to discuss with the Prince Jin and was almost delayed by this woman.

Leng Mufei wanted to say something but hesitated. He looked at Luo Shang who was quietly cleaning up the table.

"She doesn't have the guts to —" The man on the seat of honor said in a light tone.

With regards to Luo Shang's Luo Family, she didn't even dare to disrespect her, let alone divulge such a thing.

Hearing him say that, Leng Mufei smiled lazily, and said casually: "Does big brother still remember that Zhou Wei battle where he was randomly shot to death by an arrow? I heard that he is also the Prince Consort of the Acropolis Kingdom. "

Leng Mufei said, his expression becoming more and more solemn. If Big Brother doesn't know about him, then I must have heard of the last princess of the Acropolis Nation, the Ninth Princess. "

"Didn't she jump off a cliff and die?" Leng Shaoyu squinted his eyes. It was the Ninth Princess from Wei Nation who almost became his imperial concubine.

Although he had never seen her before and did not know her name, this Ninth Princess had a great reputation in the Acropolis Kingdom. There was not a single citizen there who did not praise her.

"No, she is not dead." Leng Mufei put down his crossed legs, his expression heavy. He stood up and walked towards the tall platform's stairs, but did not go down.

He turned his head, and said meaningfully: "She is in Wu Zhou!"