He walked away impatiently.
"Don't go!" Feng Lingxue jumped down from the vanity in shock, running in front of him. Lifting her hands, she unbuttoned her maid's uniform.
The buttons were undone, and her translucent skin was exposed to the air.
Xuan Ying stopped in his tracks, looking at her.
Her face was very pale, her body stiff like a rock. She had lost a lot of weight in the Snow Mountain Residence these few days.
Her cold eyes were filled with a seductive charm. However, the depths of her eyes had already lost their color. They were empty and pale.
At this moment, he suddenly had an illusion, it was as if … she had already died.
What was left behind was only her body.
He didn't know why, but her body was still holding on, not collapsing.
His heart felt as though it was being squeezed by a huge palm. That kind of pain and agony actually caused him to feel a little … flustered.
He hated her.
And so he would never let her off.
He had hurt her before, but now he was going to pay her back twice as much.
He would scold her, hit her, trample on her, and he would feel the satisfaction of taking revenge.
But he had never thought of killing her.
What would he do if she died?
Her clothes fell onto the carpet. Feng Lingxue's lips were pale from the cold. The weather wasn't that cold, but the fact that she was barely clothed made her feel cold to the bone.
She was a little helpless, lifting her head to look at him. "What … should I do next?"
Xuan Ying pursed his lips, looking at her with an unreadable expression.
Feng Lingxue stretched out her hand, her hand trembling as she tried to undo his belt. "Do you want me to … help you take it off?"
Xuan Ying stretched out his large palm, grasping her slender wrist.
He exerted strength in his palm, wishing that he could crush all her bones.
Her fair skin started to turn red under his strength, but she didn't feel any pain at all. She didn't even frown.
She only looked at him timidly. "Master, did I … do something wrong again? I'm sorry."
She was very robotic, like a puppet even though she was obedient.
Xuan Ying recalled the time in Country Z when she was brought to his car. At that time, she was very stubborn and refused to admit defeat. She sprawled by his feet and only when he grabbed her long hair and stepped on her spine did she finally say sorry.
She would often say 'I'm sorry' now.
Xuan Ying's eyes turned sinister. "The banquet is about to start, I don't have time to mess with you. Come to my room tonight. Don't be as stiff as a rock and show me what you're good at. If you don't serve me well, I'll throw you into the sea. Do you understand?"
Feng Lingxue promptly nodded. "I understand, Master. I'll serve you well."
Xuan Ying flung her hand away. "Master, put on your clothes!"
Feng Lingxue quickly put on her clothes.
"President Gu will come to pick you up later. Change your clothes and don't talk to other men at the banquet. You're my slave now. Behave yourself!"
Both Gu Mohan and Lu Yeming would be attending the celebration today, so they had to put on a good show.
Of course, she was staying at his Snow Mountain Residence now, how could North Duke not know about it?
That old man couldn't wait for Feng Lingxue to get involved with all the men, so that he could sell her for a better price.
Feng Lingxue nodded. "Alright."
…
At the celebration banquet.
Xuan Ying stood in the middle of the bright lights, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Many nobles surrounded him, fawning over him.
"Ying 'er." At this moment, the South Duke walked over. "This is General Shi's daughter, Shi Xiaoxiao. Get to know each other."
Lifting his eyes, Xuan Ying saw a rich young mistress standing beside the South Duke. This Shi Xiaoxiao was dressed in a long dress, looking elegant and well-educated. She had been brought up well.
Shi Xiaoxiao looked at Xuan Ying shyly. The man was tall and straight, half of his handsome face made one's heart palpitate.
She blushed and said, "Hello, Silver Mask King."
Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes, sizing Shi Xiaoxiao up. He knew that this was the wife his father, the South Duke, had chosen for him.
He didn't reveal any expression, only the corners of his lips kicked up. "Hello, Miss Shi."
The South Duke was elated. "Ying 'er, have a chat with Xiaoxiao. I'll be leaving now."
With that, the South Duke left.
Shi Xiaoxiao stood beside Xuan Ying, sizing him up secretly. Her heart was filled with love.
Xuan Ying stuck one hand into his trouser pocket, bringing the glass of red wine to his lips, taking a sip nonchalantly.
He didn't take a second look at Shi Xiaoxiao.
Shi Xiaoxiao also felt that she had been left out, her expression was a little stiff.
At this moment, he heard a few voices. "President Gu, Miss Feng."
Xuan Ying lifted his eyes, Gu Mohan and Feng Lingxue had entered.
Today, Gu Mohan was wearing a custom-made white shirt and a black suit that didn't have a single crease on it. He was handsome and dignified, attracting everyone's attention the moment he appeared.
Feng Lingxue stood beside him. She had changed out of her maid's uniform and was now wearing a dark blue strapless dress adorned with sparkling stars. Her raven hair cascaded down her back and her face was ravishing, captivating everyone's attention.
Xuan Ying's gaze lingered on her as he took a sip of the red wine. He could feel the smooth and fragrant wine spreading in his mouth and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Feng Lingxue could already feel a burning gaze on her. She lifted her eyes to see that Xuan Ying was looking at her.
His gaze was passionate and direct, full of ambiguity.
Feng Lingxue retracted her gaze.
At this moment, the main door of the hall was pushed open, accompanied by a gust of cold air. Two figures walked in.
— -Look, the West Duke is here!
— -Who's beside the West Duke?
— -That's the West Duke's biological sister, the Capital's most beautiful woman, Mo 'er.
Gu Mohan slowly turned and looked over. Lu Yeming had entered with Tang Mo 'er.
This time, Lu Yeming didn't bring a female companion. His harem was empty and his private life was clean, so it was normal for him not to bring a female companion.
Lu Yeming was wearing a custom-made black shirt and black trousers, his every movement exuding the aura of an emperor, elegant and composed.
Gu Mohan's gaze slowly landed on Tang Mo 'er. Today, Tang Mo' er was wearing a nude pink gown, her wavy hair was braided at the sides and the beautiful ends of her hair fell on her smooth shoulders. She exuded a gentleness that had been tempered by the passage of time.
Tang Mo 'er, who had once been stunning for so many years, was arrogant and flamboyant. She was the rose that bloomed in men's hearts. She was still charming and charming, but she had started to be gentle.
Along the way, she had been growing up along the way.
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