One moment she crossed over, and the next she woke up rolling in bed with a devastatingly handsome man?

Feng Jiu’er had barely opened her beautiful eyes when she found a hand clamped around her throat.

A man — incredibly handsome, so handsome that words could not do him justice.

What made it worse was that his robes hung loose and disheveled, half open across his chest, and beneath that peerless, breathtaking face, his body was packed with full, solid muscle.

If breathing weren’t becoming increasingly difficult, she would surely have been dazzled senseless by this pinnacle among handsome men.

But right now, he had her by the throat, his eyes bloodshot and brimming with killing intent. What was the meaning of this?

“How dare you drug this Prince — are you tired of living?”

Zhan Qingcheng tightened his five fingers, and Feng Jiu’er’s face instantly flushed crimson, nearly suffocating.

“I… didn’t.” Feng Jiu’er forced the words out through her constricted throat.

Even if he truly was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on — the kind of stunning that made women want to swallow him whole — she might be desperate, but surely not desperate enough to drug him?

Outside the door, footsteps were drawing closer.

The two on the bed exchanged a glance. In an instant, they understood.

Damn it — someone had set them up!

Feng Jiu’er hadn’t even had time to think of what to do next when suddenly her body went light, and she found herself thrown flat onto the bed in a single move.

His large palm pressed down over her lips, and Feng Jiu’er was instantly rendered motionless, as if her pressure points had been sealed.

This was disastrous. If someone barged in right now, jumping into the Yellow River itself wouldn’t wash her clean of suspicion.

Who on earth had drugged this impossibly beautiful man — and somehow managed to throw her into bed with him?

The chamber door was kicked open with a bang, and a crowd of people burst inside.

“Our young miss did not… she didn’t… she would never be with a man… Prince Yuheng, please believe this servant — the young miss truly did not!”

A maidservant wailed and sobbed, collapsing to her knees on the floor of the chamber, trembling all over.

Following the maidservant’s cries, everyone’s gaze fell upon the bed.

On that great bed, the curtains hung drawn, and behind them the silhouette of a figure was faintly visible — a man!

There was a man on the bed of the Bai Family’s Ninth Miss Feng!

Did that even need explaining?

Eighth Miss Feng Qingyin went pale with fright: “Jiu’er… on Jiu’er’s bed…”

Zhan Yuheng fixed his gaze on the tall, slender silhouette behind the curtains, his thin lips pressed tight, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Feng Jiu’er was the consort candidate he had come to Feng Manor to select today. Given how things looked right now — did this count as catching someone in the act?

Feng Manor’s patriarch, Feng Junzhuo, went ashen with fury, his very fingertips trembling: “Feng Jiu’er, get yourself down from there!”

Damn it — to commit such a scandalous act right before Prince Yuheng’s eyes. She had thrown away every last shred of the Feng Family’s dignity!

Every set of eyes in the room fell on that bed, all waiting to see Feng Jiu’er come tumbling down in a state of dishevelment.

There was indeed a man on the bed — but where was Feng Jiu’er? Surely not under the blanket?

“J-Jiu’er, you… everyone has already seen. Just… stop hiding.”

Feng Qingyin stepped forward, all delicate timidity and feigned bashfulness, yet she was the very first to reach out and make to lift the curtain.

Feng Jiu’er, lying flat on the bed, laughed coldly in her heart. This hypocritical Eighth Sister — was she really this eager to see her destroyed?

Everyone’s gaze followed Feng Qingyin as she approached the curtain.

They all seemed to be waiting — waiting for Feng Qingyin to pull it open and reveal who the man inside truly was.

Who would dare to tumble in bed with the Ninth Miss of the Feng Family, right during a banquet held at Feng Manor for distinguished guests?

Just as Feng Qingyin was nearly at the bedside, suddenly, a hand of such flawless perfection that it drew gasps from all present lifted with an effortless grace, and the curtain slowly parted open…