Walking out of the royal residence, Lan Lan reluctantly looked back at the home she had lived in for over two years, knowing it would belong to another woman. She decided not to look back, fearing that if she did, she might not have the courage to leave. She smiled bitterly, knowing many people would be mocking or rejoicing at her choice. But this was her decision, so why be reluctant? She steeled her heart and strode away.
She knew she was punishing Long Junhao, and also punishing herself. Tears fell onto the ground.
Walking under the sun for half a day, she lost her strength and a wave of dizziness overtook her. She collapsed softly, feeling no pain. Her last conscious moment focused on a pair of seductive, smiling peach-blossom eyes.
Ling Feng held the woman who had intrigued him from the moment he saw her in the teahouse. Her beauty captivated him: naturally red lips, elegant eyebrows, and a hint of emotion in her eyes, coupled with a subtle melancholy on her face. Every graceful movement exuded contradiction and irresistible charm.
His extensive experience allowed him to recognize her unique allure. The unconscious charm in her expression, the bashful blush when their eyes met, and her facade of strength piqued his interest.
Upon inquiry, he confirmed she was the Princess Consort, which did not diminish his attraction. His principle was conquest, and he sought the process of subjugation—many women had submitted to him, reluctant to leave.
Reports from his subordinates about her stirred something in his heart. He thought Long Junhao foolish, believing that after so long, he still didn’t understand what she wanted. Could love truly reduce one’s intelligence, or were uncertainties complicating matters?
Watching her leave her home, he saw she was distracted, forcing him to follow. He wanted to see what she would do. Only when she collapsed from exhaustion did he step forward to catch her.
He carried her to his carriage and raced out of the city, knowing her husband would soon search for her. He could only apologize to Long Junhao—his wife was captivating, and he had to take her away.
At his private villa, Ling Feng watched with a wicked smile as the woman lay on his bed, her almond-shaped face looking helpless. She slept restlessly, mumbling incoherently, her eyebrows furrowed, beginning to sob in her dreams.
