“Xing Zizhou, do you not want to live anymore?”

The moment Yu Jingfeng’s words fell, Long Shiyi burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.

“Hahaha… Lord Yu, you’re kidding me, right?”

“You undid her clothes, laid on top of her, and forced a kiss on her? Hahaha…”

“I can’t take it! Yinan, hold me up, I really can’t take it, hahaha…”

“You know how to do Miss Jiu’er’s mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? Last time Long Qi fainted, why didn’t I see you give him mouth-to-mouth?”

“You clearly just saw that Miss Xuepiao was pretty and couldn’t help yourself, hahaha…”

“Lord Yu, that excuse of yours is way too flimsy.”

“Hahaha…”

Xing Zizhou couldn’t hold back either, and burst out laughing loudly.

“Long Shiyi, why are you always so honest? You’ve said everything I wanted to say but didn’t dare to.”

“Hahaha, this joke is just too funny, hahaha…”

Feng Yinan, who had been holding Long Shiyi up, was also made to laugh by the two of them.

He wasn’t the type to laugh out loud, but the smile on his face was clearly one of great amusement.

“You all—” Yu Jingfeng looked at the three people in front of him, forcibly restraining the urge to hit someone.

He’d already been feeling wronged on behalf of his own perfect looks, upset at being looked down upon.

What exactly was wrong with his appearance? If it weren’t for the fact that he was always at the side of a Prince as beautiful as a demon, his own handsomeness surely wouldn’t have gone unnoticed.

Now, being mocked by his own longtime acquaintances on top of everything, Yu Jingfeng’s mood had only worsened.

“Lord Yu, save your breath.” Long Shiyi steadied himself and fearlessly went over to pat Yu Jingfeng’s shoulder.

“Think about it yourself — did you really pick the right person for that mouth-to-mouth resuscitation of yours?”

“If it had been Xing Zizhou who fainted tonight, would you have given him mouth-to-mouth?”

Before Yu Jingfeng could answer, Long Shiyi patted his shoulder again.

“You wouldn’t, right? We’re all men here, we understand you, we truly do.”

“Don’t be upset anymore, let’s go check on how your little white rabbit is doing, shall we?”

Yu Jingfeng’s expression had finally started to ease a little, but Long Shiyi added one more thing.

He looked at Yu Jingfeng’s face, tilting his head slightly. “Though come to think of it, did you really scare her unconscious with just your looks?”

“Is your appearance really that terrifying?”

Dropping that final remark, Long Shiyi turned and slipped away.

Lord Yu was about to hit someone — Miss Jiu’er, come save him quickly!

“Long Shiyi!” Yu Jingfeng shouted after him loudly.

“I’ll go check on your little white rabbit too.” Xing Zizhou, having finally managed to suppress the smile on his face, turned and left Yu Jingfeng with nothing but his back.

“If word of this gets out, Lord Yu shouldn’t come looking for trouble with us — with this many people around, who’s to say who let it slip, right?”

Feng Yinan glanced at Yu Jingfeng, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward, before he too turned and walked away.

Yu Jingfeng stood there, wanting to go after them but not quite daring to.

He couldn’t refute what Long Shiyi had said.

Why exactly had he thought to give Miss Leng mouth-to-mouth resuscitation today? Could it be that he’d actually taken a liking to the girl?

Then again, Miss Leng really was quite lovely.

No, wait — was this really a matter of whether she was good-looking or not?

The real question was him — was he really that ugly? Ugly enough to scare her unconscious on the spot?

He clearly wasn’t ugly, he was even rather handsome — apart from the Prince, His Majesty, the Third Prince, Jian Yi, Prince Ye…

Wait, why was it that everyone he knew happened to be better-looking than him?

If there’d been a mirror in front of him, Yu Jingfeng probably would have run up to look in it right then.

A man who had always believed his looks were only very slightly inferior to Di Wu Ya’s was, today, starting to question his entire existence.

Why hadn’t it occurred to him that maybe his movements had simply been too rough, or that his hands were simply too large?

Fortunately, Leng Xuepiao had fainted before things went further, or else Yu Jingfeng would have ended up with a charge of suffocating someone to death.

And to think of taking her as a wife? Lord Yu clearly had no idea how to cherish and protect a delicate woman.

After Feng Jiu’er and Xiao Yingtao went inside, the woman who had been holding Leng Xuepiao made room for them.

“Miss Jiu’er, who exactly was that man just now? Do you see what state he’s left Xuepiao in?”

“Not only is her clothing in disarray, there are also clear marks on her face from being covered — he must have first smothered Xuepiao unconscious, then tried to take advantage of her.”

“Thankfully we got here quickly, or else the consequences don’t bear thinking about.”

The woman who had stepped away from the bed kept chattering on.

Xiao Yingtao supported Leng Xuepiao while Feng Jiu’er began examining her.

She genuinely began to wonder exactly what Yu Jingfeng had done — a perfectly fine young woman, and she’d ended up fainting.

Leng Xuepiao not only had marks on the lower half of her face from being covered, but there were also fingerprint marks on both sides of her face.

Those were thumb prints, likely left when Yu Jingfeng had held her head, attempting to carry out his mouth-to-mouth resuscitation plan.

But then how to explain the marks over her mouth from being smothered?

“Xiao Yingtao, let Xuepiao lie flat.” Feng Jiu’er stood up.

“Alright.” Xiao Yingtao carefully laid Leng Xuepiao back down.

Feng Jiu’er bent down and pressed on Leng Xuepiao’s philtrum point for a moment, and Leng Xuepiao slowly opened her eyes.

The instant Leng Xuepiao opened her eyes, a look of panic immediately rose in them.

“Xuepiao.” Xiao Yingtao sat down and took her hand. “It’s alright, we’re all here.”

What exactly had Lord Yu done to leave someone so terrified?

“Xuepiao, it’s us, don’t be afraid!” Feng Jiu’er gently patted the back of her hand as well.

Leng Xuepiao’s awareness gathered, and once she recognized the people in front of her, she let out a soft breath of relief.

“Jiu’er, Xiao Yingtao, when did you two get here?”

“You fainted.” Feng Jiu’er gave Leng Xuepiao a reassuring look, then sat down and turned back toward Yue Qinchun.

“Qinchun, go pour her a cup of water.”

“Alright.”

Yue Qinchun nodded, and as she turned, one of the medicine practitioners stood up.

“I’ll get it.”

“Xuepiao, come, sit up and drink some water first.” Feng Jiu’er turned back to look at the person on the bed.

Xiao Yingtao helped Leng Xuepiao sit up, propping some bedding behind her against the headboard.

Leaning against the bedding, Leng Xuepiao looked at everyone in the room, and the color gradually returned to her face.

But the marks on her face from being covered were still clearly visible.

“Water’s here.” The medicine practitioner brought the water over.

Xiao Yingtao took the cup and brought it to Leng Xuepiao.

“Drink up, then I’ll check on the rest of your condition,” Feng Jiu’er said gently.

“Alright.” Leng Xuepiao nodded and took the cup.

With a series of gulps, she drank the entire cup at once.

Xiao Yingtao took the empty cup back from her and handed it back to the medicine practitioner.

“Xuepiao, is there anywhere that feels uncomfortable right now?” Xiao Yingtao asked.

Leng Xuepiao thought about it, then shook her head.

“No.”

“No other injuries on your body, right?” Xiao Yingtao reached out to help her with her buttons.

Leng Xuepiao glanced down, then turned away and buttoned up her inner garment herself.

“Xuepiao, do you remember what happened just now?” Feng Jiu’er frowned slightly.

If she had witnessed the earlier scene herself, she too would surely have believed Yu Jingfeng had done it on purpose.

That man — pretending to know what he clearly didn’t — really deserved a beating!