Silver Mask King?
Feng Lingxue looked at Xuan Ying and Shi Xiaoxiao standing together. They were a perfect match made in heaven.
The corners of her lips curved upwards. As long as he was happy, everything was fine.
Feng Lingxue turned around, wanting to leave.
"Lingxue." A familiar voice rang out.
Feng Lingxue glanced sideways, the crowd in front of her had automatically made way for a person.
Xuan Mu.
The eldest son of the South Duke and South Duchess, Xuan Ying's half-brother.
Xuan Mu was extremely handsome. Compared to Xuan Ying's ruthlessness, Xuan Mu was gentlemanly and elegant.
He stopped in front of Feng Lingxue. "Lingxue, I went to Ah Jiao's Room to look for you, but they told me that you've already been redeemed. How have you been recently?"
Feng Lingxue remained impassive. "Young Master Xuan, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."
At this moment, a waiter carrying drinks walked over, almost knocking into Feng Lingxue.
Xuan Mu quickly reached out, grasping Feng Lingxue's svelte waist, pulling her into his arms.
"Are you alright?"
Feng Lingxue shook her head. "I'm fine."
At this moment, a cold gaze landed on them. Xuan Ying stood at the side, watching as Xuan Mu pulled Feng Lingxue into his arms.
This scene stung his eyes deeply.
When did she hook up with Xuan Mu?
Was Xuan Mu her old flame?
Xuan Mu was his father's eldest son, he had been pampered and pampered since he was young. Xuan Ying was just a tool, a pawn for his father to pave the way for Xuan Mu to become the Emperor.
She had actually hooked up with him.
"Silver Mask King, is that your elder brother Xuan Mu? Why is he with Ah Jiao's Room's Feng Lingxue?"
Shi Xiaoxiao was the daughter of an aristocratic family, she naturally wouldn't be interested in a prostitute like Feng Lingxue. She said in a small voice, "This Feng Lingxue is the best at seducing men. I hope Young Master Xuan's reputation won't be ruined by her."
Right after she said that, Xuan Ying's cold gaze landed on her face. "Miss Shi, is it alright for you to say that about my woman?"
My woman?
Shi Xiaoxiao gasped. This Feng Lingxue was … his woman?
Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes, glancing at Shi Xiaoxiao coldly. The corners of his lips kicked up. "In my eyes, the arrogant Miss Shi isn't even comparable to a prostitute."
His nonchalant tone was extremely humiliating.
Just because she said something about Feng Lingxue, he was so protective of her?
Shi Xiaoxiao's face had already turned pale and red. Xuan Ying retracted his gaze and didn't look at her again. He could hit or scold his woman, but no one could touch her.
Xuan Ying walked in front, reaching out with lightning speed, grabbing Feng Lingxue's slender arm and pulling her into his embrace.
Feng Lingxue was caught off guard and she fell into his arms. Lifting her eyes, she saw his tense jaw line.
Her first instinct was that he was angry.
Why?
Was it because Xuan Mu had protected her?
He didn't allow her to talk to other men, let alone have any physical contact with other men. His desire to dominate and control her was almost twisted to the point of being sick.
But what about him?
His Snow Mountain Residence was full of beautiful concubines, and those young and beautiful maids also wanted to climb into his bed with evil intentions. Just now, he was still smiling and flirting with Miss Shi. Maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, he would marry a concubine.
But it didn't matter anymore.
Feng Lingxue lowered her lashes, as long as he was happy.
Xuan Mu looked at Xuan Ying, furrowing his brows in displeasure. "Brother Ying, what are you doing? Let go of Lingxue."
Lingxue?
What an affectionate way of addressing her.
Xuan Ying's thin lips curved into a sarcastic smile. "Elder Brother, since when did you become so interested in my slave?"
Xuan Mu's gaze landed on Feng Lingxue's cold face. "Slave?"
"Elder Brother, you still don't know, the man who bought Feng Lingxue's freedom is me." Xuan Ying lifted Feng Lingxue's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Tell me, Elder Brother, who am I to you, hm?"
All eyes in the hall gathered on her and fell on her.
Feng Lingxue's face was pale, her cold eyes landed on Xuan Ying's handsome face. She said obediently, "Master."
Xuan Ying was very satisfied. He used his calloused fingertips to caress the delicate skin of her jaw. His faint voice traveled clearly into everyone's ears. "Did you take birth control pills this morning?"
She didn't take it this morning.
He didn't touch her last night.
He said it on purpose, to let everyone know that she was already under his body.
This news would soon spread throughout Country A.
Feng Lingxue looked at him, nodding obediently. "Mm, I did."
Hiss.
Everyone in the hall gasped. Even Xuan Mu was shocked. "Lingxue, you …"
Feng Lingxue stood up, looking at Xuan Mu. "Young Master Xuan …"
She had just opened her mouth to speak when Yangliu's large hand suddenly tightened, squeezing her.
He was warning her.
Feng Lingxue ignored the pain in her waist and continued speaking. "Young Master Xuan, thank you for your concern, but I'm already Silver Mask King's woman. He's my Master now, I'll always be his slave."
As soon as he finished speaking, the large palm on his waist suddenly loosened.
"Master, I'll go back first." Feng Lingxue didn't look at Xuan Ying anymore, she didn't look at anyone else. She turned to leave.
Xuan Ying looked at her beautiful back view. It was already raining outside, the chilly dew blowing over. Her navy blue dress, which was dotted with little stars, disappeared in the rain. The rain drenched her slender body, making her look cold and lonely.
For the first time, Xuan Ying felt that she had lost a lot of weight.
He didn't understand why she had lost so much weight.
He had always wanted her to be obedient, but now that she was too obedient, it made him unhappy.
…
Late at night, Snow Mountain Residence.
The maid opened the door, Xuan Ying had returned from the celebration banquet.
His deep, glassy eyes scanned the hall, he didn't see the person he wanted to see. He pursed his thin lips. "Where's Feng Lingxue?"
"Young Master, she's in her room."
Xuan Ying went upstairs, pushing open the servant's room.
The room was very small and cold, there was no heater at all. It was very dark inside and the lights weren't switched on. He walked in, wanting to switch on the wall lamp.
But at this moment, a beautiful figure pounced towards him.
Xuan Ying quickly stretched his hand out, catching the figure.
His palm was warm and soft. Through the thin pajamas, it felt silky smooth. His nose could smell the unique fragrance of her body. She seemed to have taken a shower. Her hair was wet, and the fragrance of shampoo lingered in the air.
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