In the darkness, cold wind whistled sharply, passing through this small alley wall and striking against the frigid walls, producing even more chilling wails.

Chu Feihuan’s cold sweat had already dried, sticking clammily to his body and making him uncomfortable, yet he had no time to care about this. He only lay alertly on the ground, holding his breath, his bright eyes dim in the darkness.

Ahead, a gray-clothed man moved like a great bird, flying toward him in a strange posture, heading straight for his location. His gaze was calm and his expression even more steady. Chu Feihuan grasped every moment, trying hard to regulate his disordered breathing while attempting to slowly gather the remnants of unruly true energy in his body – though each time he gathered the uncontrolled true energy it would greatly damage his vitality, just like that encounter with Yu Zixi at the foot of Shanglin Mountain, after which he recuperated at the Blazing Flame Gang for over a month before recovering – but he could not allow himself to fall into enemy hands or bring trouble to Chang Ge.

Having lost his healthy limbs and martial arts, unable to help her as before, already weighed heavily on his mind. How could he burden her further?

His fingers slowly searched the ground and grasped a stone.

The gray-clothed man settled at the alley entrance silent as a speck of dust.

Pale moonlight shone down, half darkness and half pallor. His face was hidden in that half of darkness, vaguely revealing gaunt contours.

With a cold laugh, he said: “Friend, hiding your head and showing your tail isn’t heroic. Come out.”

The answer was only the lonely wind sound in the vast world.

Without anger, the gray-clothed man only said ominously: “If you come out yourself, I’ll be polite to you. But if you make me personally dig you out, be careful you don’t have time for regrets.”

Still silence. From a street away came the distant sounds of drinking, joking, opening and closing doors from the all-night flower houses, making this desolate corner seem even quieter, as if uninhabited.

Frowning, the gray-clothed man was also somewhat puzzled. Just now when he came to provide protection on young master’s orders, he vaguely heard strange sounds. The leader told him to come check, but after listening for a long time, he heard no human breathing. Had the opponent already left, or was the opponent a master?

He didn’t know that due to his injuries and illness, Chu Feihuan’s breathing was already extremely faint, and at this moment he lay face down, holding his breath. From such a distance, how could it be heard?

The gray-clothed man therefore didn’t dare act rashly, and Chu Feihuan patiently remained motionless. When it came to endurance, probably no one in the world could match him. He didn’t need to show off or fight fiercely – as long as he got through this moment, when Qin Chang Ge and the others arrived, he would be safe.

The gray-clothed man was still hesitating when suddenly a sharp and strange whistle sounded from mid-air.

His expression changed, and the gray-clothed man suddenly flew up. Unlike his previous caution, in a flash he had pounced into the small alley!

The alley was very short, visible at a glance. Looking at eye level, the gray-clothed man initially didn’t discover anyone around.

He frowned and softly exclaimed in surprise.

“Scrape!!!!”

An extremely short and swift scraping sound – the sound of a human body forcefully scraping against the ground while advancing. Subtle yet swift, it sounded terrifyingly heart-stopping. In the mist-like darkness, a blue shadow clung flat to the ground, darting, shaking, and striking.

Using his feet to push forcefully off the alley wall, borrowing the thrust to fly parallel to the ground, Chu Feihuan’s hands flashed out like lightning, grasping the gray-clothed man’s ankle. With a skillful shake, he immediately brought down the gray-clothed man who never expected someone to dart out from below his feet.

Supporting himself with one hand on the ground, without hesitation Chu Feihuan leaped up, pouncing on his opponent’s body at the same time he brought him down. His sleeve shook, and the sharp stone he had prepared slid into his palm. Without thinking, he gripped the stone tightly and thrust the sharp end viciously into his opponent’s forehead.

Simultaneously his elbow pressed horizontally against his opponent’s throat.

The muffled scream that was about to emerge was immediately suppressed in the throat, unable to escape until death. On the face that couldn’t believe he had been killed this way, his wide-open eyes were full of shocked light, frightening away that pale moon, which hurriedly hid in the clouds.

Moonlight illuminated Chu Feihuan’s cold face. He paid no attention to the filth, using his own sleeve to wipe away the splattered blood. After panting for a while, he struggled to turn over and fell, lying face up on the ground.

Finally… he had killed him.

This desperate gamble – if he couldn’t succeed with one strike, he would surely die without a burial place.

In fact, when the sharp stone pierced his opponent’s forehead, his strength was already exhausted. He immediately pressed his elbow on his opponent’s throat, using his entire body weight to strangle the man to death.

His limbs and bones felt like they would split apart. In rolling cold sweat, Chu Feihuan thought wearily… fortunately this person’s martial arts weren’t too high…

Tired, tired as if his soul would drift away… Chu Feihuan closed his eyes, wanting to sleep right there.

Suddenly a warning flashed through his heart.

As if someone had struck a gong hard in his heart, making his heart beat wildly.

Chu Feihuan’s eyes snapped open, his gaze bright as snow in the dark night.

Something was wrong!

Something was not right!

Just now…

Why had that gray-clothed man rashly pounced into the small alley?

The whistle…

There were people nearby!

Chu Feihuan’s cold sweat slowly seeped out again, dampening the black hair at his snow-white temples.

He slowly raised his gaze.

Behind him, above, a face whose features couldn’t be seen was strangely looking down at him with a smile, revealing a mouth full of gleaming white teeth.

…

Their gazes met.

Calm, clear eyes and indifferent, cruel eyes met.

The newly arrived gray-clothed man was completely different from the previous one. His gaze was like that of a thousand-year-old zombie that had just crawled out of a grave – deathly still, as if every blink emitted a putrid smell.

Still water without ripples, extreme indifference, devoid of human emotion.

Meeting his gaze for an instant, Chu Feihuan suddenly smiled.

A smile like a flower silently and proudly blooming on a green branch, a smile like light suddenly streaking across darkness like a stunning meteor.

Then he closed his eyes.

Chu Feihuan couldn’t be bothered anymore.

The bit of power he had gathered earlier by taking advantage of the gray-clothed man’s hesitation was already exhausted. Now even if an ant fell on him, the effect would be about the same as being hit by a hammer.

Since he was powerless to struggle, why put on such a posture to invite ridicule and be doubly humiliated?

Chu Feihuan waited calmly.

Bending down again, the gray-clothed man’s eyes still showed no expression, that gleaming smile seeming painted on. He slowly reached out without speaking, his fingers shifting to press on Chu Feihuan’s wrist pulse.

Then without any consideration he forced his own domineering internal energy inside to probe Chu Feihuan’s strength.

An extremely vicious move and intention.

Black hair stuck to his temples, crystal sweat beads slowly but seemingly endlessly seeping from his temples. Chu Feihuan bit his lower lip tightly, his lip color gradually turning white then seeping bright red blood drops, declaring his silent stubbornness.

“Tough guy,” his opponent spoke, his voice hoarse, “and… no martial arts, yet could kill Jingmang. Impressive.”

Though it was praise, his tone remained flat and expressionless.

Leaning slightly, he stared into Chu Feihuan’s eyes. “For someone like you, just destroying your martial arts is useless, physical attacks are also useless… To destroy you, other methods must be used…”

With a slight cold smile, Chu Feihuan expressionlessly turned to look at the moon. The gray-clothed man examined him up and down with interest, laughing eerily: “Don’t think I’m avenging Jingmang. I’m not interested. Who told him to be useless, unable to even beat a cripple? But I really hate people like you… disgusting at first sight – proud, thinking yourselves noble, looking down on all living beings… What gives you the right? What gives you the right to look down on us? Just because of your birth?”

He sneered, with an enjoying expression, slightly squinting as if intoxicated in some scene that made him very pleased.

“I’ll send you to the ten-copper-a-night brothels in the city… They’ll definitely love seeing someone like you… good looks, can’t run away… Noble? Contemptuous? Disdainful? After tomorrow… let’s see you be noble again? Contemptuous again? Disdainful again? What gives you the right? What gives you the right?!”

By the end, his calm, hoarse voice carried a thread of madness, and blue flames ignited in his deep gray pupils like hellfire from the depths, swimming like demon snakes. Wherever they touched, strange fireballs would burst forth with a “poof.”

He laughed strangely: “By tomorrow, you’ll know that truly, there’s nothing called nobility and baseness – they’re really all the same.”

Chu Feihuan had kept his eyes closed throughout, expressionless, as if those vicious words weren’t directed at him, as if the body being tortured with extremely slow, tormenting methods wasn’t his. But hearing that last sentence, he suddenly opened his eyes with an extremely mocking smile.

“What gives me the right?” His voice was light and soft, his pale expression not hiding weakness and fatigue, yet peaceful as a thousand catties. “What gives me the right is my heart and character – by what you’re doing now, what you’re saying, you’re destined to spend your whole life in the mud looking up at me!”

“Filth isn’t something others splash on you,” his gaze was cold like a distant cold moon shining far, reflecting all the world’s filth yet remaining unstained. “It grows from your own heart. You,” he glanced at the gray-clothed man with indifference bordering on disdain, “are pitiful.”

Like being struck hard by a heavy hammer, or as if he himself were the one being tortured, the gray-clothed man’s body swayed. His gaunt, long face suddenly twisted beyond human appearance, and his gray eyes were suddenly covered with a riot of colors, especially blood red, as if about to drip.

After a long while.

He laughed strangely.

“Filth… filth…” He laughed breathlessly. “It seems many years ago… I also mocked others this way…”

He suddenly stopped speaking, slowly extending both hands under the moonlight. They were longer than normal hands with distinct joints. He slowly exhaled, and the fingernails on his fingers suddenly began to grow strangely.

Black, soft fingernails gleamed with hidden colors, growing longer and longer under the blue moonlight.

“Very well, young master who deserves to be looked up to, young master who pities me,” he said calmly yet sinisterly. “Let me, who looks up to you and is pitied by you, send you to the most suitable place for your most noble self!”

…

Wind whistled sharply, blue-black roof ridges flew past like lightning. The eaves gradually became lower and more dilapidated, with faint smells of cheap rouge and wine mixed with greasy odors. The crude curses of the three religions and nine schools never ceased even in the deep night – they had reached the northern part of the city, the slums called “Beauty’s Nest” filled with thieves, ruffians, and secret prostitutes.

Chu Feihuan quietly closed his eyes, not looking toward the coffin shop.

I choose to die forever pure in your forgetting.

Take care.

…

“Bang!”

The sound of forcefully kicking down a door came from the distance, mixed with crying, wailing, and cursing. Someone laughed loudly and leaped onto the roof tiles.

Standing with hands on hips, looking down from the roof tiles with smug satisfaction.

“What Beauty’s Nest’s number one beauty – if that guy dressed as a woman, he’d definitely be ten thousand times more beautiful!”

After Qin Chang Ge finished bathing, she sighed comfortably, not even pinning up her wet hair, stepping out the door relaxed.

At first glance she saw a little ball rolling over at an impossibly high speed for normal circumstances.

Frowning, Qin Chang Ge reached out to stop the round ball, examining his rare small face covered in sweat from running, asking in surprise: “Are dogs chasing you? Did you burn dog butts with firecrackers again?”

Wiping away sweat, Baozi panted heavily, too lazy to bicker with his mother, saying directly: “Godfather said… white dragon something fish tofu… for leftover Lantern Festival… started because of you… you can’t ignore…”

He did remember the last two sentences, but because he didn’t understand the first two, he directly substituted them with similarly sounding food names.

…

What was this about?

Fortunately Qin Chang Ge’s IQ was relatively high. Starting from Baozi’s passionate love for food, she gradually puzzled out the original meaning of these words. Her smile disappeared as she looked around and asked directly: “Where’s your godfather?”

“He went to chase a carriage,” Baozi was much more fluent this time. “He saw a black-clothed uncle being loaded onto a carriage, so he told me to notify you while he chased that carriage himself.”

“How could he go chase it!” Qin Chang Ge turned around sharply, shouting: “Brother Qi! Brother Rong!”

With two whooshing sounds, Qi Fan and Rong Xiaotian each emerged from their rooms. “What happened? What happened?”

These two had never seen Qin Chang Ge in an anxious state. Seeing her stern expression now, they also became flustered. Qin Chang Ge briefly explained the situation, and both men panicked, hurriedly using secret signals to command nearby Phoenix Alliance members to assemble.

“It’s fine,” Baozi tugged on his mother’s sleeve, saying smugly: “I gave godfather my slingshot…”

“You think a slingshot is an atomic bomb?” Qin Chang Ge angrily slapped Xiao Baozi’s honorable bottom. “Your godfather has lost his martial arts and can’t walk properly. If he encounters enemies, how can he protect himself?”

Baozi gasped, his eyes round as health pills, reaching out to pull Qin Chang Ge: “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

At this time Qi Fan was directing members to search everywhere. Baozi hurriedly said: “Uncle Chu should be in the main street ahead. My pellet has stinky sugar that smells very distinctive – should be able to smell it.”

Qi Fan paused, saying resentfully: “I’m familiar with that smell.” He led the way out first. Qin Chang Ge pushed Baozi toward Qi Heng who had rushed over, saying: “Watch him.” With a turn she followed out as well.

Arriving at the place Baozi had described, they saw the wheelchair sitting alone in the darkness, but Chu Feihuan was nowhere to be seen.

Wind rushed from the empty streets and alleys on all sides, silent and without human voices. Rong Xiaotian’s face darkened as he quickly went in and out of various nearby alleys. When he emerged after a while, he shook his head with a grave expression.

Qin Chang Ge had sharp eyes and saw a dark line on the ground in the moonlight, gleaming faintly.

Crouching down and touching it lightly with her fingertip, bringing it to her nose to sniff, Qin Chang Ge’s expression grew slightly cold.

Blood, fresh blood.

Following that blood trail, carefully observing the traces along the way until stopping at a certain point ahead, Qin Chang Ge half-closed her eyes and after a long while said: “…He was originally sitting in the chair, something probably dropped… he rolled down to pick it up… rolled for a stretch.” She pointed to a continuous blood line and friction marks on the ground. “Then here, he stopped, so the traces are heavier here, and because he paused, a bit more blood flowed… then continued rolling forward… probably made some movement… hmm… should be Rong’er’s mentioned use of the slingshot… then… his route suddenly changed. He didn’t go back to find the wheelchair but rolled to this wall corner—”

Her voice suddenly stopped, her brow furrowing. After a long silence, Qi Fan looked at her admiringly but somewhat anxiously: “Then what happened?”

“Then, a fight probably occurred…” Qin Chang Ge said slowly, crouching down to carefully feel the street corner wall and examine the ground closely.

Qi Fan also crouched down, looked around, and nodded: “Yes, there are friction marks. Feihuan hid here and should have made some movements – he encountered enemies!”

“Then what are we waiting for!” Rong Xiaotian stamped his foot. “Let’s hurry and chase!”

“Chase? How do we chase?” Qin Chang Ge looked up with a bitter smile. “The traces end here, as if a living person vanished into thin air. Tell me, how do we chase?”

Rong Xiaotian stood there dumbfounded. Qin Chang Ge looked up at Qi Fan: “It looks like Feihuan shot out the stinky pellet Rong’er gave him… After this much time, and on such an open main street, can that smell still be detected?”

“Tianqu Street is so wide, how could it still be smelled…” Qi Fan shook his head, picking up the slingshot. Suddenly he exclaimed in surprise, sniffed the slingshot, and his eyes lit up: “Rong’er accidentally took the wrong thing. I just smelled the scent on the slingshot – it’s not the stinky sugar he mentioned at all, but the rhinoceros-repelling incense I developed some time ago. This stuff normally stinks, but when it encounters Chinese toon leaves, it produces a strange intense fragrance. There are these trees all along this route… truly a fortunate mistake.”

He suddenly remembered something and asked in surprise: “Just now you only said Brother Chu went to save someone in a carriage. Who was that person?”

Qin Chang Ge said lightly: “Xiao Jue.”

“Hmm?” The one who couldn’t help speaking was Rong Xiaotian. Recently, because of Chu Feihuan’s situation, his violent nature had restrained considerably. He held back from blurting out disrespectful words, but his expression clearly showed displeasure.

Qin Chang Ge glanced at him. Yes, she hadn’t told these two about gradually dispelling her suspicions about Xiao Jue. It was really because the matter involved privacy and her true identity. At the moment she only said lightly: “Xiao Jue is definitely not the murderer of his wife. If you trust me, there’s no need to investigate him further. Also, I know you seem to be planning to assassinate him during the spring sacrifice next February – now I see no such necessity.”

Rong Xiaotian wanted to say something more, but Qi Fan reached out to stop him. He carefully examined Qin Chang Ge’s expression and after a long while nodded: “Miss Ming, I trust you. I trust you won’t disappoint the late empress.”

“Naturally not,” Qin Chang Ge smiled. How could I disappoint myself?

Standing with hands behind her back in the dark street, many thoughts flashed through Qin Chang Ge’s mind at this moment. Feihuan and Xiao Jue were both in danger – whom should she save?

Her past life’s husband, her past life’s friend – both deeply devoted, both tortured by her death. One lived lonely in the deep palace with wine buried in snow, having no joy for years; the other endured suffering in the dusty world, losing martial arts and healthy limbs because of her. These silent remembrances and sacrifices lost in the years were picked up one by one by her reincarnated self. All these circumstances were vividly before her eyes. She wasn’t a heartless wooden person – though her face showed no emotion, how could her heart not surge with hidden currents?

Xiao Jue’s danger, leaving the palace alone, must be related to her wanting the monk to reveal the truth about Ruiyi’s death. Feihuan’s danger was because he saved someone who could be considered a rival in love, facing fierce enemies with his disabled body, only because he didn’t want her to feel guilty over any harm to Xiao Jue, only because that was Xiao Rong’s biological father.

One had emotion, the other righteousness – how to choose?

Qin Chang Ge began to hate herself for the second time for not choosing to study mystical Daoist arts back then – otherwise she could split herself, how wonderful that would be?

After brooding for a long while, she finally made up her mind… If it was difficult to choose based on emotions, then let righteousness decide.

“Brother Qi, please use your method to quickly find that carriage.” Qin Chang Ge looked up at the sky, not looking at anyone, saying lightly: “Act according to circumstances, just ensure his safety.”

After a pause, Qi Fan nodded, leaving several Phoenix Alliance members with the highest martial arts for Qin Chang Ge, then departed with Rong Xiaotian and the others.

Crouching down again to carefully search for traces, Qin Chang Ge absolutely refused to believe a person could suddenly disappear from flat ground. Not giving up, she leaped onto the wall, looking around in all directions, when her eyes suddenly brightened.

About three zhang away, there was a footprint – small in shape, one foot forward and one back, with slight backward pressure marks on the heel.

Qin Chang Ge focused intently, not daring to miss a single trace. Before long, she discovered this pair of footprints again at another location, this time much heavier than before.

Her gaze fell on a nearby tree where there was a slight scrape mark.

Burning light slowly rippled in her eyes as Qin Chang Ge murmured: “A woman… hiding in a distant tree… long weapon… decent lightness skills… using a weapon to fly and coil forward through trees?”

She leaped down from the wall, waving her hand: “Follow these footprints – chase!”

Tonight was destined to be a lively and tumultuous night.

Not only in the northern Beauty’s Nest and Tianqu Wine House, but even the sweet dreams of many households on Zhengyi Street were shattered by footsteps on roof tiles with no regard for weight.

The one shattering countless family roof tiles was Young Master Shui, the woman disguised as a man who loved her – Shui Linghuai.

In the whooshing cold wind, with ghost-like pursuers behind her, Shui Linghuai didn’t look back as she carried Chu Feihuan, panting heavily as she fled.

While running she cursed in her belly: “Damn it, I actually have a day of running away in panic! Su Xuan, someday you’ll have to compensate me!”

Glancing back at the semi-conscious Chu Feihuan, the man’s long hair fell loose, and under his thick, slightly curled eyelashes, his skin showed an abnormal pallor.

Sighing slightly, Shui Linghuai, who usually muddled through caring about no one, had to admire: “Really a tough guy…”

She had been in a bad mood these past few days. Her brother came and restricted her for several days. When she finally had a chance to run to the Blazing Flame Gang, they said the leader had gone on a long journey. Full of anger, she ran to Zuihong House on Tianqu Street to steal good wine, drinking heavily in a tree, when she saw Chu Feihuan being pursued from afar.

Though she didn’t like this guy and even resented him a bit because Su Xuan gave him more attention than her, considering he was a friend Su Xuan valued, standing by and watching seemed unjustifiable.

When the earlier gray-clothed man was killed, she had climbed down the tree ready to act, but Chu Feihuan resolved it himself. She actually discovered the later gray-clothed man before Chu Feihuan did, but though this girl was rash, she wasn’t stupid. She could see at a glance that this man’s martial arts were above hers, and with Chu Feihuan’s injuries, trying to rescue him couldn’t be done by force.

So she kept watching, following along using chains to climb trees from a distance, until she confirmed the gray-clothed man hadn’t discovered her in his anger and excitement. Only then did she deliberately cause a big disturbance at the brothel, and while everyone was chasing her, she jumped onto the roof tiles. When people saw her, they naturally also saw that gray-clothed man. That person indeed didn’t want to expose himself under everyone’s gaze. In a moment of hesitation, she had already used her chain to snatch the person away.

After snatching him she had to frame someone, shouting: “Brother, I know you hate me eloping with him, but you can’t kidnap him and send him to ruin. How will your sister live the rest of her life?”

With these words everyone was shocked. Common people actually had more hot blood than upper-class folks – righteousness often comes from butchers. Immediately people rushed out to defend her. She took the opportunity to tearfully complain, successfully creating the image of the gray-clothed man as a tyrannical and domineering evil brother bullying his sister and brother-in-law. While everyone held onto the gray-clothed man and that person was furious but couldn’t break free immediately, causing a heated commotion, she slipped away.

As for whether those innocent people she used would be killed by that ruthless gray-clothed man after she escaped, she didn’t care.

Afraid the gray-clothed man would continue pursuing, Shui Linghuai didn’t dare stop along the way. Having mixed around Yingdu for a while, she was quite familiar with the roads. After thinking, she headed straight for Yingdu Prefecture on Zhengyi Street.

I’m running to the government office… let’s see if you still chase!

The young miss swiftly ran to the back door of Yingdu Prefecture, extended her chain, and lightly and skillfully climbed a tree. Taking advantage of the limited guards changing shifts, she swiftly climbed down the tree again. Looking around, she pursed her lips.

This prefect is so poor – such a small courtyard?

Looking up, she finally chose a small embroidery building that looked like the only decent structure, flipped over, and climbed up with Chu Feihuan.

The second floor of the embroidery building was divided into bright and dark sections. Shui Linghuai placed Chu Feihuan on a soft couch in the outer room and, feeling tired herself, leaned against the couch panting heavily.

After panting for a long time she felt something was wrong… Why do my gasps sound so rough and heavy?

Shui Linghuai stared wide-eyed and covered her own mouth.

“Huff huff…”

Slowly turning her head, Shui Linghuai stared at the inner room behind the half-drawn curtain.

Someone was there?

What were they doing?

What heavy labor in the middle of the night?

Curious baby Shui Linghuai would absolutely never miss any opportunity to watch excitement. She flipped up and stood, tiptoeing over.

Qin Chang Ge had a hard time chasing people tonight.

From Tianqu to the northern city, seeing the route was actually heading toward Beauty’s Nest, Qin Chang Ge’s expression became increasingly serious. Just reaching the northern Beauty’s Nest, she heard someone shouting about murder. With a tense heart she rushed over – the dead man was a strong fellow. Qin Chang Ge glanced and discovered he died from a vicious and strange internal martial art. The killer was extremely ruthless. Frowning, she pulled several people aside to inquire and finally confirmed that Feihuan seemed to have been rescued.

Then following the direction pointed out by bystanders, she headed back into the city. Originally not knowing which road Shui Linghuai took, she encountered a gray-clothed man halfway, heading straight toward Zhengyi Street. Qin Chang Ge felt his lightness skills were familiar and strange. Remembering the strong man killed by strange martial arts and people’s descriptions, she immediately followed without hesitation.

Chasing all the way to outside the Yingdu Prefect’s gate, Qin Chang Ge saw him planning to enter. After thinking, she immediately ordered several expert followers to intercept him. After some fighting, though that person couldn’t withstand the group attack, he didn’t fall behind and even found an opening to rush out of the encirclement.

Qin Chang Ge no longer pursued, only frowning as she looked toward the back courtyard of Yingdu Prefecture.

From people’s descriptions, that big sister who claimed to elope seemed quite like Young Master Shui… With her personality, where would she choose to settle?

Her gaze searched for a long while before falling on that silent small embroidery building. Qin Chang Ge signaled the expert followers to stay behind while she flipped over the courtyard wall and floated up to the Yingdu Prefect’s young miss’s embroidery building.

As the embroidered curtain lifted, a fragrance that was neither orchid nor musk but extremely intoxicating immediately filled the air.

Shui Linghuai took a deep breath, somewhat resentfully thinking that she had been rolling around in piles of stinking men for too long – so long she’d forgotten what a woman’s boudoir should look like.

What should it look like?

Quiet, elegant, exquisite, charming, fragrant and alluring…

Uh… fragrant and alluring—

Shui Linghuai stared dumbfounded at a man frantically slapping his own face, grabbing a tea cup of cold water to pour over his head, struggling desperately to get off the couch. On the couch, a small girl with skin white as snow and completely naked stared wide-eyed, her gaze filled with desperate panic, yet unable to move at all.

Her skin was as lustrous as the bright moon, and her features were more beautiful than midnight udumbara flowers. Though frightened and young, her beauty was undeniable.

Shui Linghuai frowned – she could see this woman had her acupoints sealed.

This man was using despicable means to attempt rape!

Lecher! Flower thief! Pervert!

Anger rose from her heart. Though Shui Linghuai normally didn’t consider herself a woman, she was still female after all. Encountering such things was absolutely intolerable.

“Hey, you!” Shui Linghuai stamped her foot hard and strode over.

“You pervert!” She reached out and pushed him viciously.

But someone outside the window said leisurely: “Young Master Shui, interfering with good deeds will harm your virtue.”