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Feng Ye raised his bow and shot the first arrow. The crowd immediately burst into cheers as it hit the target right in the center!

Then, with a bang, he shot the second arrow. Unfortunately, it had missed its target's position by a bit.

That always extremely cold-blooded face flashed through Feng Qianyue's mind. Taking advantage of the moment when Feng Ye was shooting, he put down his bow and arrows and prepared to leave this place with the young maid.

"Fourth Prince, where are you going? You got the top spot and left first, what's the point of this competition?" Just as he took a step forward, Feng Yunzheng called out to him. Turning his head, he saw a message from Feng Yunzheng's gaze; he did not want him to leave.

Then …

No.

He was leaving.

Thinking this, he smiled faintly and said, "Ninth Royal Brother, I'll be right back. If the first place is mine, then it's natural that I won't be able to leave. The people from the Xiao family keep their word."

A trace of regret flashed through Feng Yunzheng's eyes as he said, "What a pity."

What a pity! What's a pity? Feng Qianyue sneered in his heart, then followed behind the servant girl and left.

Inside the pavilion.

With a nervous heart, Uncle Huang gingerly opened the door of the room in the middle and walked in. A pair of muddy eyes looked around, and in the end, his gaze landed on that luxurious rosewood screen. Through the screen, he saw a shadow swaying behind him, and a hand was placed on the screen.

His feet stopped, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and his muddy eyes struggled a bit, but even Shiya's warning sounded in his ears, and also the two pieces of silver in his shabby jacket bag. These were at least two years' worth of wages, enough to pay for his wife's medicine.

In the end, that was only the phrase, one should not commit suicide! Therefore, he made up his mind …

He hurriedly opened his coat while pushing open the screen like a hungry wolf that had been forced into a corner. When he saw who the person behind the screen was, he was shocked and immediately stopped...

He saw a girl with a cold expression, standing in front of him in perfect condition. Before he could even blink, a hand had struck the back of his neck and he hadn't even had the time to scream before he fell to the ground.

Then, the 'Yama Minamiya' turned around and respectfully bowed her head in front of the young girl with eyes as cold as water.

Lian Yueyue was still wearing her dress, which had been soaked by the soup.

Leng Mei asked in a low voice, "Eldest Miss, what should we do next?"

Lian Ruyue looked back and saw Xiao Rou lying on the bed. She was unconscious.

When everyone's attention was focused on hunting in the back garden, Leng Mei sneaked into Xiao Rou's room and knocked her out with a single palm strike. She then carried Xiao Rou on her back before walking out from the Yi Cui Courtyard's back door and climbing over the wall into the pavilion.

Lian Ruyue looked at Xiao Rou who was lying on the bed. Perhaps she had been acting conservatively recently, but she had lost a lot of weight. Her originally plump and smooth face was now sunken in both cheeks.

She coldly ordered, "Take off her clothes!"

"Yes." Leng Mei stepped forward and quickly took off Xiao Rou's clothes, leaving only her undergarment and underpants. Normally, with her dress covering her legs, she was not that scary. However, now that she had taken off her skirt and looked at her legs, one of her pants was empty, shriveled, and devoid of anything. Her broken knee had become round and bare.

Lian Ru Yue coldly looked at her. It seemed that Xiao Rou was in a miserable state right now, but she didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy for her …

All of this was because she was the one who had sought it out!

In her rebirth, there were too many traps, so she would never be lenient when she encountered gods or gods, or ghosts or ghosts!

Lian Ru Yue pulled over the blanket to cover Xiao Rou's crippled leg, exposing only her exquisite and elegant upper body. She expressionlessly instructed, "Light it up."

"Yes." He lit it up and placed it in a hidden place in the corner of the bed. Soon, the room was filled with a delicate fragrance, but not a speck of dust could be seen. This thing was called Smokeless Fragrance.

The young maid led Feng Qianyue and stepped on the thick snow as they creaked towards the Yi Cui Courtyard. The snow piled up on top of the trees, causing the branches to bend under the pressure. The branches hung heavy on the ground. Xiao Rou liked to play, so Xiao Zhenhai had arranged for her to stay in the Jadeite Courtyard, which was very close to the back garden.

When he turned the corner, he suddenly stopped walking. A trace of coldness appeared on his face, and the young maid felt that he had not followed her, so she turned around in puzzlement —

Suddenly, a pair of pincer like hands grabbed her throat, giving her a fright. She immediately felt her throat was strangled, causing her to be in so much pain that she couldn't speak any nonsense. Fear filled her eyes.

"Sneaking around, lead me to the back of the house, speak! "Who was the one who instigated this?!" His voice was cold, as if he had come from hell and wanted to drag out a person's soul!

"Oh, oh!" Feng Qianyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and slowly let go of her hand. She collapsed onto the ground like a pile of mud, and while suppressing her coughing, she said, "Your, Your Highness, it's the watch. The watch lady asked me to come. Speak, she said that she wants me to see a play."

A play? What kind of play was this?

The young maid took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, and said while gasping for breath, "This is Miss Biao's handkerchief. The place where she shot was filled with people, so this servant, this servant, cannot take it out."

Feng Qianyue glanced disdainfully at her. He remembered that when he spoke to Lian Shiya earlier, the handkerchief in her hand was this handkerchief.

His long years of observation and caution had taught him an extraordinary memory and observation. Even men like him wouldn't remember the characteristics of the silk handkerchief in a woman's hands, but he could remember that as long as he was able to see things clearly, he would be able to remember them. As such, he could tell with a glance that this was indeed Lian Shiya's handkerchief. With this ability, he gained the trust of many people.

"Watching a play by whom?" Feng Qianyue asked coldly.

"Miss Lian." The young maid replied timidly.

Even the moon? Feng Qianyue's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and a hint of contemplation flashed within his eyes as he asked:

"What did the young miss of your watch do to the Lian Family's Eldest Miss?"

"Miss Biao said that you will know when you go down. Your Highness will be satisfied. As for other things, this servant really doesn't know. This servant is just passing on the message." The young maid was so frightened by Feng Qianyue that she seemed to be unable to hide herself, and she spoke so nervously that her words became vague.

Even though Feng Qianyue intentionally guided Lian Shiya to teach Lian Ruyue a lesson, how could he, a dignified prince of Yue, possibly lose his dignity to interfere in the battle of these harem girls?

He shook his head. Lian Shiya really thought of him as a woman of benevolent character. Lian Ruyue might not be willing to cooperate with him, but he was confident that she wouldn't be a real threat to his future road to seizing power. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but this wasn't the way.

"Tell your young cousin that I have matters to attend to and will be leaving first." As he spoke, Feng Qianyue turned around and left.

Ah!" He was just about to turn around when he suddenly heard a loud shout coming from the Yi Cui Courtyard. After that, there was no other sound.

Feng Qianyue's footsteps stopped —

"Ah …" There was another scream. This one sounded like it could bear with anything.

Although he didn't intervene, he was still curious!

He walked over with a few steps, raised his hand, and forcefully pushed open the courtyard door. Lian Shiya was standing in the courtyard and was happy because of the voice that came from the pavilion.