Suddenly there was a loud crash from upstairs, accompanied by a scream, then a huge body came flying out through the railing. Just as it was about to hit the ground, it stopped and hung there swaying in the heavy rain. The sight was rather indescribable—feet bound with long stockings, bird feathers on his head touching the ground, a lace petticoat hanging around his neck, a bra over his eyes like giant sunglasses, and a big mass of golden curly hair stuffed in his mouth. Soaked by the rain, it dripped water constantly. At first glance, it looked like he was spitting out… waste.

Tie Ci looked up, made the sign of the cross over her chest, and continued walking upstairs.

Going upstairs, before pulling open the door, she had prepared herself to face a raging female tyrant. But when the door slid open with a whoosh and Feiyu looked up, she froze in the doorway.

Feiyu sat on the couch, wearing a wide-brimmed decorative hat askew, with her full head of black hair cascading down. She wore a white satin dress with golden embroidery, fitted at the waist with a full skirt that covered the entire couch. The neckline was extremely low, trimmed with lace, highlighting a pair of straight collarbones and a patch of snow-white chest.

She rested her chin on one hand, head tilted slightly, smiling as she looked at her. Somehow she had put on half an earring—long and short crystal beads that sparkled like stars among her black hair, echoing the shimmering light in her rippling eyes.

Sparkling, beautiful, charming, and sexy.

For an instant, Tie Ci felt as if she’d been struck by a heavy punch and nearly lost her breath.

In the room, Feiyu blinked, seemingly very satisfied with her current expression, and asked with a smile, “Do I look good?”

Tie Ci took a deep breath to calm herself, walking toward her while thinking in her mind: woman… woman… Rong Wei… lace… male relationships… These chaotic words swirled wildly in her head, stirring up the usually clear-minded Crown Princess’s heart like a turbulent sea. After walking several steps, she barely managed to suppress it, forced herself to sit down gracefully beside the couch, and then forced herself to give a frank compliment: “Very beautiful!”

“Do you like it?”

“…I like it.”

Feiyu smiled, gathered up her long skirt and threw it onto her lap. “Then help me hold up the skirt and walk a few steps. Your foolish second senior brother said this dress would be very elegant to walk in.”

Tie Ci’s fingers scratched at the soft, smooth satin surface a few times. Just as Feiyu was about to stand up, she pulled down, yanking her back, and smiled, “Your foot isn’t healed yet. You should walk less.”

Feiyu then spread her arms wide. “This corset is really too tight. Can I even eat wearing this? Quickly help me untie it.”

Tie Ci was startled again. Actually, given their true identities, helping her untie it wouldn’t be anything, but she felt inexplicably guilty. Feiyu looked over with burning eyes that held meanings she dared not fathom. She sat behind Feiyu and immediately saw that snow-white nape and the slightly raised edges of her collarbones. She quickly averted her gaze, pretended to fiddle with the ties, and mumbled, “Why won’t it open? How did you tie this mess… I should call Second Senior Brother to help…” She stood up to leave.

Feiyu laughed behind her. “Please don’t. I don’t let just anyone touch me.”

Tie Ci felt a bit hot and opened the side window with a whoosh. “In that case, I can’t untie it either. You tied it randomly, so untie it randomly yourself. You’re flexible anyway.”

Behind her, Feiyu glanced at her and smiled slowly, reached to her side waist and pulled, loosening all the ties, then very quickly put on her own clothes.

Tie Ci stood facing away at the window the whole time, looking at the neighboring courtyard, but her eyes registered nothing.

She felt like she was going crazy.

When she was with Rong Wei, it seemed like that kind of feeling, but encountering Feiyu, it still seemed like that kind of feeling. Yet clearly this was one man and one woman, two people completely different in temperament, disposition, and every detail.

Could she really be someone who could like two people at the same time?

Rong Wei wanted to turn her into someone who preferred men, but she was thinking about turning Feiyu into someone who preferred women.

No, she didn’t really want to become someone who preferred women, but Feiyu seemed to be flirting with her. But Feiyu was flirting because she thought she was a man!

Tie Ci stared at the low, old small courtyard below and the continuous rain threads, thinking that she should find a suitable opportunity to tell Feiyu about her female identity.

When it involved someone else’s feelings, one mustn’t toy with them.

She steadied herself and was about to speak when suddenly there was a loud crash in the small courtyard below.

The small courtyard below didn’t belong to the inn—it was a rather old courtyard. Having stayed here for several days, she sensed this might be an underground establishment. People came and went, clearly not decent folk. Occasionally strangers would enter, but when they left the next day, there would inevitably be arguments.

The commotion this time was especially different. After a moment, several people ran out disheveled, with women’s curses and abuse following behind them, along with shoes and foot bindings being thrown out. Men also rushed out from the surrounding side rooms, moving to surround them from both sides.

Those who escaped appeared to be dressed as scholars. The first two tried to rush out but were blocked and started fighting, showing considerable martial arts skills. The last one kept his head covered the whole time, protected by the other two. But there were too many people, and that person with his head covered seemed very afraid of crowds, desperately trying to rush out, not caring that people were trying to hit him. After rushing two steps and being knocked around, he bounced back hard against the courtyard wall and stuck there motionless.

Tie Ci suddenly frowned.

This behavior looked familiar.

But the rain was heavy now, and that person was wrapped up tightly from head to toe, making it impossible to see clearly.

Behind her, Feiyu walked over, pressing very close behind her, breathing on her neck. “What are you looking at?”

Her voice was sweet and sticky, her warm breath stirring the loose hair by Tie Ci’s ear.

But Tie Ci’s attention was focused on the opposite side and didn’t notice Feiyu’s subtle flirtation. She suddenly flicked out a pebble, hitting the person standing against the wall.

That person cried “Ouch!” and looked up in alarm.

His gaze met Tie Ci’s directly.

Both were stunned for a moment.

Then that person shouted loudly while running toward her, “Ahhhh, baby—”

He ran too frantically, not noticing a man charging diagonally with a stool, ready to crack his head open.

Feiyu also noticed something was wrong. Hearing this form of address, her face darkened suddenly. Just as she was about to ask Tie Ci, a figure flashed before her eyes—Tie Ci had already leaped out the window into the rain.

The next instant she grabbed the young man and pulled him behind her, then kicked the thug with the stool against the wall.

In the heavy rain, she gripped his shoulders and said in surprise, “Xiaoxiao!”