She really didn't understand him at all.
He didn't have many women around him, she could count them all with just five fingers. But between Ye Ruge and her, who else could touch his heart?
His calmness and self-control were extraordinary. He had ambitions and aspirations. He had even chosen the mother of his child for himself. He had arranged every step that he would take in the future. It was terrifying to think about it.
Jun Xiqing felt her entire body turn cold. Every moment she spent with him made her tremble.
She wanted to escape.
At this moment, with a ripping sound, the white muslin dress on her body was torn, and her skin was cold.
"Ah!" She cried out in shock, quickly using her slender arms to protect herself.
Lu Yeming hovered above her, her skin as smooth as the finest jade, pure and flawless.
Things that were too perfect always made people want to destroy them.
His deep eyes were dyed scarlet with emotion, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
Slowly, he leaned over.
"Lu Yeming, no!" Jun Xiqing struggled.
Knock knock. Someone was knocking on the door. "My King."
His trusted aide, Fan Men's voice came through.
Someone was here.
Jun Xiqing's eyes lit up, as though she had met her savior. She quickly pushed the man away. "Someone is calling you!"
Lu Yeming pursed his lips, displeased to be interrupted at such a time.
Fan Men had been with him for so many years and knew his place. He wouldn't disturb a woman's room at night.
Fan Men must have something important to do.
But he didn't get up. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the face below him, as though he had met his savior.
"Get off my bed!" She kicked him forcefully.
Lu Yeming didn't move. Looking at her red lips, he furrowed his brows and kissed her.
Jun Xiqing turned her face away, not letting him kiss her.
At this moment, Fan Men's cautious voice sounded. "Duke, Silver Mask King is here. He wants to take Elder Miss away."
Elder Sister Mo 'er?
Jun Xiqing's eyes flickered.
But before she could think about it, she felt the weight on her body lighten. Lu Yeming had already gotten off the bed.
His long fingers picked up his sleeping belt, tying it around his trim waist, he walked out the door.
Jun Xiqing tilted her head, only to see the corner of the man's shirt disappear from her line of sight. Cold, fierce, sinister …
…
In the living room.
Xuan Ying barged in with his trusted aide, Ah Zhou and his subordinates. The bright lights shone on his tall figure, making him look cold and arrogant.
Tang Mo 'er wore a pink dress and walked downstairs. "Silver Mask King, it's already so late, why did you barge into the West Palace to look for me?"
"Miss Tang, my Snow Mountain Residence has lost a female slave. The last person she contacted before she went missing was you. I'm here to invite you over to find my female slave!" Xuan Ying's thin lips curved upwards and he gave a cold laugh. "Miss Tang, my Snow Mountain Residence has lost a female slave.
Lost a female slave?
Tang Mo 'er knitted her brows. "Silver Mask King, are you talking about … Feng Lingxue?"
"Yes."
Tang Mo 'er raised her brows, her lustrous eyes landing on Xuan Ying's handsome face. "Silver Mask King, you claim that she's your female slave. Since she's a female slave and she's missing, why are you so anxious?"
Xuan Ying's heart felt as though it had been stung by a bee. His black glassy eyes turned frosty as he looked at his trusted aide, Ah Zhou, impassively.
Ah Zhou nodded, taking a step forward. "Miss Tang, please."
Ah Zhou stretched his hand out, wanting to grasp Tang Mo 'er's slender arm.
Tang Mo 'er wanted to avoid it, but before she could move, a large hand shot out at lightning speed, grasping Ah Zhou's wrist.
Ah Zhou had followed Xuan Ying for so many years and was highly skilled. Once he was caught, he wanted to struggle.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
The fingers around him were cold and sharp. Ah Zhou's expression changed.
At this moment, the fingers moved slightly. Crack! Ah Zhou's wrist was fractured.
Ah Zhou's face turned pale. Just as he thought that his wrist was going to be crippled, another large hand came over.
Xuan Ying had made his move.
Xuan Ying pressed down on the large palm and the two of them exerted force. A terrifying aura burst forth from the middle.
Xuan Ying took a step back and Ah Zhou's calf knocked against the coffee table. He knelt down in an instant. "West Duke, I'm sorry for offending you."
Lu Yeming had arrived.
Lu Yeming was wearing navy blue silk pajamas and a black coat on the outside. When he fought with Xuan Ying just now, Xuan Ying had taken a step back, but he hadn't moved an inch.
The wet hair on his forehead had already been blown dry, covering his deep almond-shaped eyes. He exuded a cold aura, as well as the aura of a disdainful king.
Lifting his eyelids slightly, he looked down at Ah Zhou.
The coffee table collided with a sharp sound, the subordinates and maids in the hall trembling in fear.
In today's world, West Duke and Silver Mask King were neck and neck, vying for supremacy in the Central Plains. In the eyes of the world, this was the first time they were fighting head-on.
In a fight between two top-notch experts, even the aura they exuded could hurt people.
Xuan Ying looked at Lu Yeming. The bright yellow lights illuminated this man's entire body. He was suave and his appearance would stun everyone.
"West Duke, my subordinate didn't mean to offend you. Please let him off."
Lu Yeming looked at Ah Zhou, wanting to make a move.
At this moment, a soft hand tugged on his sleeve and a gentle voice rang in his ears. "Yeming, forget it."
Tang Mo 'er spoke.
Xuan Ying looked at Tang Mo 'er, but he couldn't see her clearly. It seemed like the moment Lu Yeming appeared, he had already shielded Tang Mo' er behind him.
Lu Yeming's handsome eyes moved slightly. Because of this small hand, the malevolence in his eyes dissipated slightly. He glared at Ah Zhou coldly. "Get out!"
"Yes."
Ah Zhou promptly retreated.
"West Duke, I'm here tonight to invite Miss Tang to my Snow Mountain Residence. I don't have any other intentions. I just hope that Miss Tang can come with me," Xuan Ying said.
Lu Yeming's thin lips curved upwards, a spurious smile on his face. "Silver Mask King, what if I don't agree?"
Xuan Ying pursed his thin lips, his expression dark and cold.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
If these two men were to start a fight, blood would definitely flow like a river.
At this moment, Tang Mo 'er let go of Lu Yeming's sleeve and took a step forward. "Silver Mask King, I'll go with you. I'll help you find Miss Feng."
"But …" Tang Mo 'er paused and slowly smiled. "I can help you find her once, but I can't help you find her a second time. Sometimes, when a woman disappears the first time, it's just a joke. The second time she disappears, she's really gone. Don't lose Miss Feng again."
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