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She looked up in alarm, a large bruise on the left side of her face, as if she had been slapped. Yang Shen was startled and exclaimed, "Wenjing?!"

When Wenjing saw Yang Shen, she couldn't hold back her tears and burst into sobs. She grabbed his sleeve tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Second Senior Brother! Please! Go and persuade your Eldest Senior Brother! He... he said he wants to divorce me!"

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Pushing open the door to the flower hall, the smells of alcohol and perfume, along with an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere, hit Yang Shen, causing him to frown even more deeply.

A group of humanoid figures rolled around on the cushions, spilling drinks and fresh fruit all over the floor, but nobody paid any attention to them.

Black hair was spread haphazardly on the ground, and occasionally a woman's coquettish laughter could be heard, creating an extremely ambiguous atmosphere.

Wenjing huddled behind Yang Shen, only able to cry. She gently tugged at his sleeve, begging him to go and call for help.

Uncle Yin went over first with a dark face. He was about to speak when Yan Yufei said, "Young Master Mo, why didn't you inform us of your wife's arrival? I am deeply ashamed of my poor hospitality."

A man crawled out from the cushions, his hair disheveled and his collar open, but his face was extremely handsome—it was Mo Yunqing. Surrounding him were three or four beautiful women, their clothes disheveled, curled up at his feet like boneless creatures, giggling softly.

He chuckled casually, "What madam? I am not yet married. Could it be that someone is deliberately impersonating me?"

Wenjing couldn't help but burst into tears, choking out, "Yunqing! How could you treat me like this!"

Mo Yunqing glanced at her and laughed, "So it's her. She's not my wife, just my junior sister. She always pesters me, it's really boring."

Wenjing was so angry and furious that she fainted. Yan Yufei called a waiter to help her to the next room to rest, and turned back with a slight smile, saying, "I have failed to provide adequate hospitality and I fear I have slighted the young master."

Mo Yunqing waved his hand and said, "Not neglecting them at all, very good!"

Uncle Yin said angrily, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Yufei dragged him out the door. Yang Shen vaguely heard him complaining loudly, "That scoundrel is debauched! How can the young master keep such a person by his side! He should just be killed!"

Yan Yufei remained silent, while the innkeeper cautiously added, "...They only know how to indulge in debauchery day and night. If the staff have to clean the rooms or bring in food and hot water, they'll get beaten up if they're not careful... Just for the sake of the second young master..."

He couldn't hear what was said after that. Yang Shen looked back at Mo Yunqing, who was lying on the cushion looking like a man, and he didn't know what to feel.

Yan Yufei smiled and said softly from behind, "Young Master is a man of passion, who loves women and fine wine. I am afraid that my hospitality may not be exquisite enough."

Yang Shen suddenly turned around: "...You did this on purpose!"

Keep him, corrupt him, make him inseparable from you, and from then on, there will be no more Jianlan Manor in the world, and the power in western Hunan will truly be taken over by the Yan family.

Yan Yufei's expression remained gentle as he said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter whether it was intentional or not; everyone is just getting what they need. Young Master Yang naturally understands that."

What he said is actually quite right; it's a matter of mutual benefit. Mo Yunqing's own descent into depravity is nobody else's business.

When I got to Wenjing's room, she was already awake, still covering her face and crying, murmuring, "Before he went down the mountain, he swore an oath to me that he would make something of himself so that Master would never look down on him again. Who knew that almost a year had passed since he left the mountain and there was no news of him? I finally found him here, but he has become like this!"

Yang Shen didn't know what to say to comfort her, so he could only remain silent.

Wenjing continued, "People often say that a man's affection and favor fade the fastest. One moment he's showering you with sweet words, and the next he's turning his back on you. I just feel sorry for my unborn child, whose father doesn't even recognize him before he's born."

Yang Shen was startled: "You... have already...?"

Wenjing's face was pale: "In April, Master made us have a grand engagement ceremony. He said we were already husband and wife, just lacking the formality of a wedding. So... now the child is six months old, but he doesn't acknowledge our engagement and wants to divorce me. How am I supposed to face people after this?"

She was slender, and one had to look closely to see her protruding belly.

Yang Shen could not stay any longer and pushed open the door to head straight for the side hall where Mo Yunqing was.

As soon as the door opened, a wine jug flew out. Yang Shen stepped aside, and then heard Mo Yunqing shout from inside, "Get out! Don't get in the way!"

He frowned and said, "Senior brother!"

Mo Yunqing slowly raised her head, stared at him for a while, and then smiled: "So it was you. You've already made up your mind to help Young Master Yan?"

Yang Shen said seriously, "I didn't come here to talk about this. Since Wenjing and you are engaged, and she is now pregnant, you shouldn't treat her like this, neither in terms of morality nor reason."

Mo Yunqing was still smiling. He reached out and picked up a beautiful woman at his feet, pinched her chin, and made her face towards Yang Shen. He asked, "How is she? Isn't she much prettier than Wenjing?"

Yang Shen pursed his lips and remained silent.

"There are countless beautiful women in the world, how can a man hang himself on one tree? You should also stop thinking about that filthy woman, Ge Yichun. Now that you're here, Young Master Yan won't treat you badly. Just focus on getting things done."

Yang Shen stared at him silently for a long time, when suddenly Yi Chun's words echoed in his ears: "To be someone else's dagger is to live like a tool. We haven't even become upright adults yet, so let's not go astray ourselves."

"You've completely gone astray; there's no way to save you now."

As he spoke, he turned and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him.

Yan Yufei said he was going to prepare the antidote for Yichun and would be back before noon.

Yang Shen returned to the room arranged for him, washed his face with water, tightened the sword at his waist, and pushed open the window to jump out.

Ningning's voice suddenly came from behind: "Young Master Yang, where are you going?"

He didn't turn around, and said calmly, "I'm leaving to go find Yichun."

She rushed over, hugged him tightly from behind, pressed her face against his back, and whispered, "Don't go! If you leave like this, you really will die!"

Without a word, Yang Shen grabbed her arms and threw them down, but she wouldn't let it go and crawled in front of him, burying her head in his arms like a trembling fawn.

"Don't go! I...I don't want to see you die!" she said in a trembling voice.

Yang Shen remained motionless and said coldly, "Is this another time that Yan Yufei sent you to seduce someone?"

Ningning said in a low voice, "I know you don't believe me, and you take everything I say as a temptation. I'll just tell you that Yan Yufei has placed my father under house arrest, and I have no choice but to work for him, not willingly."

His voice was cold: "What does that have to do with me?"