Mu Yunhe felt a chill run down his spine, and his anger exploded in his chest. He angrily looked up at Luo Zhiheng with what he thought was the most furious gaze, but was startled by what was thrown at him the moment he looked up, and his expression changed drastically the next moment!
Luo Zhiheng stood opposite him, clutching a rope covered in knives and a large iron ball attached to its end. She smiled warmly at him, but the smile sent a chill down Mu Yunhe's spine.
With a whoosh, a strong gust of wind blew, and Mu Yunhe's face finally turned horrified!
She let go! She actually let go! She's going to kill him!!!
The knives came hurtling towards him, their flashing blades enough to unleash a bloodbath! They were aimed directly at Mu Yunhe's face, their momentum overwhelming and unstoppable. Mu Yunhe's vision was filled with white light; he didn't even know if he could dodge them.
In the blink of an eye, the knife was right in front of him. Mu Yunhe was shocked by the sudden pain that spread from his heart! How strange, the knives hadn't stabbed him, so why did it hurt? Why did it hurt so much?
He froze, unable to dodge, staring at Luo Zhiheng in disbelief. For so many days, he had acted recklessly, even arrogantly and domineeringly, in front of Luo Zhiheng. He knew all this, he understood it all. No one would tolerate someone like him for no reason, especially someone as awful as himself. Yet Luo Zhiheng had always tolerated him, even without expecting anything in return, without any regrets.
But he took advantage of this leniency and became increasingly demanding!
In that split second, Mu Yunhe didn't think of hatred and panic, but rather of his own actions over the past two weeks, as well as Luo Zhiheng's behavior, which he had once considered pretentious. Now, it all seemed to him to be good.
What's wrong with him? How could he beautify Luo Zhiheng? Luo Zhiheng is clearly trying to kill him right now, so why does he still think she's good? She really is a vixen! Strangely, he doesn't dislike Luo Zhiheng for treating him this way, even though she was previously very obedient to him. Is he really being perverse? Disliking her when she's good, and finding her good when she's bad?
But it was too late. The knives came flying at him; he couldn't dodge them, and he was about to be riddled with holes!
Mu Yunhe abruptly closed his eyes, a sharp pain spreading through his heart roaring. Something flashed through his mind in an instant, swift, profound, and heart-wrenching way! But he remembered nothing, only a pair of eyes, filled with resentment and sorrow, as if they had endless grief to express, yet could only vanish in a fleeting moment.
"No!" Mu Yunhe screamed instinctively, trying to grasp the pair of sorrowful eyes in his mind, but in the end nothing remained.
He suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the knives stop right in front of him, then return to Luo Zhiheng's side, going back and forth again and again, and he remained unharmed. Mu Yunhe stared intently at Luo Zhiheng, as if trying to see through her, looking into her eyes, but he couldn't meet the pair of eyes that had just appeared in his mind.
Has he really forgotten something? Or was the pair of eyes in his mind just an illusion?
Looking down at the disheveled Mu Yunhe, Luo Zhiheng said coldly, "This is a lesson for you. Remember, you are my man. Even if you don't remember anything now, I still remember that I will never allow my man to have affairs with other women. Don't think that just because I've dealt with those women time and time again, you can get away with it. You are the culprit, and I will not let you off the hook! This is the first warning I'm giving you, Mu Yunhe. The second time, it will definitely not mean that I'll let you see it but not make you feel the pain!"
Mu Yunhe snapped back to reality, feeling utterly humiliated. He'd been completely outmaneuvered by Luo Zhiheng! He immediately realized it was all a trap from the start; Luo Zhiheng had led him into it. Life and death were minor compared to the loss of face, especially in front of Luo Zhiheng—that was the real issue! Mu Yunhe's handsome face flushed red with rage as he roared, "You're so despicable! You actually plotted against me! You were just using reverse psychology, getting me so caught up in the moment that I forgot to be on guard. You really are a vixen! I'll definitely kick you out of my house!"
Luo Zhiheng raised an eyebrow and sneered, "I'm waiting for you. I hope you can keep your word."
571 Taking the initiative is a smart move!
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Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng seem to be locked in a fierce battle. Mu Yunhe has become a ghost in Luo Zhiheng's life, almost omnipresent, constantly provoking her and specifically seeking out beautiful women as tools to annoy her. Luo Zhiheng, in turn, has become like a phantom, delivering a heavy blow to Mu Yunhe just as he finds a beauty and before he even has a chance to bring her into his residence.
"Have you remembered what I said?" Mu Yunhe looked at the three women in front of him who were staring at him with infatuated expressions, his expression playful and amused, and said, "As long as you can anger Luo Zhiheng, I will give you the status of a concubine."
The women went from being infatuated to being greedy in an instant. Each of the three women had her own unique charm, but they all shared one thing in common: beauty. To become Mu Yunhe's woman, and even a concubine, would be an unparalleled honor, something they naturally coveted. Therefore, they all vowed to do everything in their power to achieve it.
Several women, dressed in flamboyant attire, surrounded Mu Yunhe. Mu Yunhe seemed to enjoy their admiration, a smile always on his face, though it never reached his eyes. He maintained a distance from the three women throughout, never allowing them to truly touch him.
I refuse to believe that these women won't anger Luo Zhiheng this time. I really don't know what Luo Zhiheng's heart is made of? Is it so indestructible? On one hand, she keeps saying she loves him, but on the other hand, she opposes him. Where is there even a trace of love in her heart?
His father loved him dearly, so he always indulged him and did everything according to his wishes, never making him feel uncomfortable.
His older brother doted on him, so he took care of him and showered him with warmth and attention, treating him like a son. Whenever he got into trouble, his older brother was always the first to rush to his aid.
These women said they loved him, so they threw themselves at him and obeyed his every word.
Isn't this what love should be? But why is Luo Zhiheng's love so eccentric and unusual? Constantly going against him and making him unhappy—is that love? What a load of rubbish! What a joke!
Thinking of the treatment and humiliation he had suffered at Luo Zhiheng's hands, he was filled with hatred that almost made his eyes red. He was determined to teach that woman a lesson and see if she would dare to provoke him again under the guise of love.
Mu Yunhe hurriedly headed into the manor with his newly recruited beauties, but was intercepted halfway there. Before he could even lift the curtain, he heard Luo Zhiheng's arrogant voice outside: "Women inside, get out of here! Don't make me do it, or I'll beat your heads into pig heads and you won't be able to blame me for being merciless."
Upon hearing this, Mu Yunhe's brows furrowed in anger. He angrily lifted the carriage curtain and was momentarily stunned to see Luo Zhiheng standing in the sunlight. Although he couldn't see her face behind the mask, her overall aura and delicate beauty were enough to captivate anyone. Mu Yunhe now possessed a love for beauty. Because of the Demon King's lustful desires, he was powerless against beautiful women—in short, a shameless man who loved beauty. However, he wasn't someone who would act on lust. He was still quite selective about beauty. Even if a woman was incredibly beautiful, he wouldn't cross the line, a fact he himself didn't understand.
In short, he felt disgusted whenever those women touched him.
But seeing Luo Zhiheng's dazed expression, he suddenly felt displeased. It was always others who saw him lost in a daze; when had he ever been so disoriented because of a woman? Feeling uneasy, he angrily said, "You audacious vixen, how dare you show your face in public!"
The words had barely left his mouth when Mu Yunhe froze. Why was he criticizing Luo Zhiheng for coming out, instead of accusing her of opposing him? But seeing the men on the street involuntarily glancing at Luo Zhiheng, Mu Yunhe felt a surge of anger. He absolutely refused to admit that Luo Zhiheng had a fantastic figure!
"Get back here right now!" Mu Yunhe roared, growing increasingly agitated. "Hey, you fatso over there, where are you looking with those shifty dog eyes? Do you think you can even look at that vixen Luo Zhiheng's ass?" Suddenly enraged, Mu Yunhe's face turned ashen. He abruptly pointed at a man beside him and shouted, "Guards! Beat that fatso! Beat him hard!"
The guards immediately rushed off, and before the unfortunate fat man could even withdraw his lecherous gaze, he was pinned to the ground and subjected to a barrage of punches and kicks. He was beaten until he was barely alive, tears streaming down his face.
Luo Zhiheng raised an eyebrow, looking at Mu Yunhe's exasperated expression, a smug smile playing on her lips. So what if you don't remember me? You'll still get jealous and angry because of me, won't you? Don't think you can fool me; your jealousy is undeniable.
Having figured things out, Luo Zhiheng became even more unruly towards Mu Yunhe. Wasn't Mu Yunhe supposed to dislike other men looking at her? Then she would lie to make Mu Yunhe angry, and let him experience the sadness, heartache, and jealousy she felt whenever he embraced women of all colors.
Regardless of whether Mu Yunhe could see it or not, her eyes behind the mask were alluring, her eyebrows fluttering, and she took two steps forward with a soft, boneless body, saying in a coquettish voice, "I won't go! If you dare to take these women back, I'll immediately find some men."
"Why are you looking for a man?" Mu Yunhe asked stupidly, but his heart was in his throat because of Luo Zhiheng's incredibly beautiful and wicked smile.
Luo Zhiheng replied matter-of-factly, "Of course I brought them here to keep me company. You bring women to amuse yourself, so why can't I bring men to have some fun? You can make me unhappy, but I, Luo Zhiheng, am not the kind of woman who will suffer. Whoever makes me unhappy, I'll make them unhappy too."
"How dare you!" Mu Yunhe roared in fury, his tall figure suddenly standing up, pointing at Luo Zhiheng's nose and shouting, "Luo Zhiheng, are you crazy?! How could you say such shameless and audacious words!"
"How arrogant! How shameless! You're wrong. Have you forgotten that I'm from the Silver Moon Kingdom? Women from the Silver Moon Kingdom are always surrounded by three wives and four concubines, and handsome men. You're truly unique. And now, you're the only one who keeps giving me attitude and making me unhappy. Since you don't acknowledge me and don't want me, why should I bother getting angry all the time? With my face and figure, what kind of man can't I find?" Luo Zhiheng said arrogantly, her words revealing that she no longer took Mu Yunhe seriously.
Mu Yunhe was, after all, simple-minded and had always done as he pleased. In addition, the more he got to know Luo Zhiheng, the more he felt a strange, inexplicable feeling towards her. It wasn't strong, but it always lingered in his emotions, preventing him from escaping Luo Zhiheng's influence.
Seeing Luo Zhiheng's nonchalant attitude and indifferent words, Mu Yunhe became somewhat panicked. He looked at Luo Zhiheng with disbelief, and for a moment, she even had a tearful expression—an expression that would absolutely disgust anyone on a man. But on Mu Yunhe's face, it looked so aggrieved and pitiful, making one want to give up everything just to make him smile!
He really is a male stunner!
He was like a child who always played games according to his own thoughts and interests, always thinking he could continue to be so unruly and reckless. But one day, the woman who had always indulged him suddenly turned on him, saying she wouldn't spoil him anymore, that she wanted him to get lost, and that she didn't want him anymore. He couldn't accept it. He felt a dull ache in his heart.
Mu Yunhe hadn't expected Luo Zhiheng to suddenly turn on him. From the moment this game began, he hadn't considered ending it—not that he didn't want to, but he had never even considered it. Luo Zhiheng's sudden change of heart threw Mu Yunhe into a panic. However, he didn't believe Luo Zhiheng would actually dare to do something so outrageous; in his eyes, it was insane.
What woman would have three or four men as her wives and concubines? That's absurd! Even if it happened, she'd be drowned in a pig cage.
"You wouldn't do that, I don't believe you would!" Mu Yunhe said loudly, seemingly trying to convince himself. His eyes were red.
Suppressing the heartache and tenderness in her heart, Luo Zhiheng coldly laughed, "What wouldn't I dare to do? I've died several times for you, Mu Yunhe. I risked my life for you not out of gratitude or grudge, but only because of the feelings between us. But if that purest feeling between us is gone, and you, Mu Yunhe, don't want me anymore, why should I cling to the past? I, Luo Zhiheng, have never needed anyone's charity. Since it's in the past, I can let it go."
"I'm laying this out right now: I'm no longer participating in any of your pointless games. I've had enough, I'm fed up, and my patience has completely run out. From today onwards, if you want to play games, go find someone else. I won't easily say I don't want you, but I won't keep this door of love open for you forever. I'm right here. If you bring those women into the Mu Prince's mansion, then I'm leaving!"
Mu Yunhe was completely dumbfounded. When Luo Zhiheng said she was leaving, Mu Yunhe felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of pain in his heart. His expression became sinister and twisted, a look of anger and embarrassment at being unable to control what he wanted. He sneered, "Whether you play or not isn't up to you! You're not stupid. You should know that I brought these women here to get rid of you. Since you want to leave, I'd be more than happy to oblige. Now that I've achieved my goal, why would I be threatened by you? Luo Zhiheng, your threat is utterly powerless."
"Losing the game doesn't mean losing the battle." Adhering to this principle, Mu Yunhe looked down with a cold, aloof gaze, seemingly unconcerned about Luo Zhiheng's fate. However, his hands, clasped behind his back, trembled involuntarily, no matter how hard he tried to control them.
Luo Zhiheng narrowed her eyes and said calmly, "Mu Yunhe, I'm not joking with you. Even if you don't remember me, you'll remember me someday. If you really abandon me for these women today, then I can't blame you. After all, it's not entirely your fault. But remember this: some things are gone forever. I won't give you a second chance."
"If you want them to continue your pointless games, then take them and walk past me now. That way, you'll get what you want, and from now on, Luo Zhiheng will never be seen in the Mu Prince's mansion again. If you want me, then come down to my side. We'll forgive and forget, and I'll help you remember what you can't. Through thick and thin, I will accompany you and never abandon you!"
This was an ultimatum. Luo Zhiheng spoke with absolute certainty and left no room for negotiation. Whether to accept or reject it, to stay or leave, was entirely up to Mu Yunhe.
Mu Yunhe didn't know what was happening; he just felt a surge of anger welling up inside him, and his teeth began to ache slightly. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he felt dizzy and panicked. He squinted, but still couldn't make out Luo Zhiheng's face. Was the sun too bright? Otherwise, why was his vision so blurry?
Shouldn't he have rejected Luo Zhiheng outright, humiliated her severely, kicked her away, and gone home with another beauty to celebrate finally getting rid of that annoying woman, Luo Zhiheng? But why is he so hesitant and unwilling to speak right now?
He was unwilling to choose Luo Zhiheng because of his pride, but why was he unwilling to reject Luo Zhiheng?
How did things escalate like this? They should have just bickered and moved on as usual, continuing tomorrow. How did it become so out of control? Did he really go too far?
Luo Zhiheng seemed very impatient. After standing for a while, she started looking around, and in Mu Yunhe's eyes, she looked like she was looking for a man! Mu Yunhe's eyes reddened, and he bit his lip tightly, refusing to speak. But his eyes were fixed on Luo Zhiheng, as if he would pounce on and bite any man she randomly pulled off the street.
"Have you made up your mind yet?" Luo Zhiheng urged impatiently.
Mu Yunhe snapped back to reality, realizing this must be another of Luo Zhiheng's schemes, deliberately provoking him to panic, or perhaps it was part of her entire plan, her threat. Looking for a man? Let her go if she dares; he didn't believe she'd actually dare! But if he lost face, then he'd truly lose everything.
Mu Yunhe was still too naive. How could he possibly outmaneuver the cunning and shrewd Luo Zhiheng? His plan was simple: take the group of women there first. On the surface, it would be a confrontation with Luo Zhiheng, allowing him to save face, appear powerful, and pretend he didn't care about her. Secretly, Mu Yunhe thought, if Luo Zhiheng really didn't come back, he still had his father and brother. If he wanted Luo Zhiheng to continue playing with him, he had plenty of ways to make her obediently return.
Thinking he had figured things out, Mu Yunhe arrogantly raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You have no right to negotiate with me! Even if someone I don't care about kneels down and begs me, I will never show them any pity. You, Luo Zhiheng, just happen to be one of them."
Luo Zhiheng raised an eyebrow, finding Mu Yunhe's outwardly strong but inwardly weak words laughable. "Please, before you say something so cool and aloof, could you at least wipe the cold sweat from your face and relax those tense muscles? Mu Yunhe, you're really not suited to lying right now."
Seeing Luo Zhiheng's nonchalant attitude, Mu Yunhe began to feel uneasy. His carefully considered plan suddenly fell apart, but since he had already spoken, he couldn't immediately take it back and slap himself in the face. He could only bite the bullet and say, "Let's go!"
The coachman obediently drove the carriage past Luo Zhiheng. Mu Yunhe stood on the carriage, neither turning back nor uttering a word of farewell, as if he were truly resolute.
Luo Zhiheng smiled without turning around. She dusted off her clothes and called out, "Nanny, go and call Qiwan to bring our things to Yiwanfan Inn to find me. I'll be waiting for you there."
After speaking, Luo Zhiheng turned and left without looking back. Mu Yunhe, who had been stubbornly holding on in the carriage, instantly turned pale. He couldn't help but turn around abruptly, and sure enough, he saw Luo Zhiheng striding away in the opposite direction. At that moment, he truly couldn't describe the feelings in his heart. Pain and heartache mingled within him, and his eyes, red with anger, stared intently at Luo Zhiheng's retreating figure. As he watched her grow further and further away, his heart ached uncontrollably.
Another image seemed to flash through his mind, but this time he clearly grasped the face in the image. It wasn't just a pair of eyes anymore; he saw the face clearly. But that face wore a golden mask, with only a pair of bright red eyes and a pair of red lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"I really have seen you before?" Mu Yunhe's voice was very low, whether from shock or a sigh. He was shocked by the face that had just flashed through his mind. He was certain that the image that seemed to come to mind in an instant was not the one he was seeing now.
As Luo Zhiheng walked further and further away, Mu Yunhe felt as if there were truly countless obstacles between them, obstacles that could no longer be easily overcome. His heart ached, but his emotional world was a blank slate; he didn't understand why this was happening, only feeling a sharp pain in his chest.
The wet nurse quickly overtook his carriage, and Mu Yunhe finally panicked. He immediately roared, "Go back right now! Stop the wet nurse! Don't let her take anything! Arrest the wet nurse!"
Luo Zhiheng, you hateful woman! You've caused me so much pain, and you just want to walk away? I won't let you have your way!
Mu Yunhe laughed fiercely. Only he could refuse others; he would never let others refuse him. He attributed his heartache and sorrow to his bad luck, to Luo Zhiheng making him unhappy. He wanted to capture Luo Zhiheng's wet nurse. He could see that Luo Zhiheng cared a lot about Qi Wan and the wet nurse. He wanted to torture these two people so that Luo Zhiheng would come back to him and beg for his help!
But given the wet nurse's skill level, how could Mu Yunhe's men possibly stop and subdue her? Strangely enough, the wet nurse was easily subdued by those guards, and she glared at Mu Yunhe with a defiant expression, angrily saying, "Why are you holding me? Let me go right now, or our young lady will not let you off the hook."
Mu Yunhe said coldly, "Why won't she let me go? Would she kill me? Just for a servant like you?"
"Our young lady will definitely come to save me, she will definitely come!" The nanny seemed to have great faith in Luo Zhiheng, repeating this sentence several times.
Mu Yunhe's gloomy face suddenly brightened, and the corners of his tightly pressed lips subtly turned up. In the blink of an eye, he was once again the demeanor of a sunny and handsome young man, lazily saying, "Oh, then let her come. I want to see if she's really as loyal and righteous as she seems."
If she comes, he will be able to turn the tide.
After returning home, Mu Yunhe waited all afternoon and night, but Luo Zhiheng still hadn't come. Mu Yunhe became uneasy and asked Xiao Xizi with a grim expression, "Why hasn't Luo Zhiheng come yet? Didn't you say she's very loyal and cares a lot about her wet nurse and Qiwan? Why isn't she here yet?"
Xiao Xizi found it amusing, but feigned panic and said, "Could it be that the little princess is really heartbroken and doesn't even want to come back? Otherwise, given the little princess's personality, she would definitely come back to find the wet nurse and Qiwan."
Mu Yunhe's face grew even more somber. He paced back and forth, his mind a jumble of thoughts, replaying his conversation with Luo Zhiheng from earlier that day. He carefully considered each word, then asked himself, "Did I say something that upset her?" No, it shouldn't be. He rejected the idea, then moved on to the next question, until he had completely ruled out his own words. Finally, he said irritably, "It wasn't my words that hurt her. I didn't hurt her!"
His self-deceiving manner made Xiao Xizi laugh so hard she almost hurt herself inside.
Oh my goodness, the little princess's move was truly brilliant. It's just a pity she couldn't see the fascinating expression on her master's face right now. He was clearly worried and anxious, restless and thinking about the little princess; he clearly knew that what he said had angered her, yet he refused to admit it. How come his stubbornness has become even more extreme than it was a few years ago? Perhaps only someone like the little princess could tame and subdue her master.
However, they absolutely cannot let their master find out that they are conspiring with the little princess to deal with him, otherwise they will definitely be in deep trouble.
"I'm asking you a question! What are you thinking about? Speak up!" Mu Yunhe slapped Xiao Xizi on the head and shouted impatiently.
Xiao Xizi covered the back of her head, looking aggrieved. Suddenly, she exclaimed and stammered, "According to my understanding of the Princess Consort, she would never abandon the wet nurse Qiwan. But she hasn't come yet. Could it be that she really left alone because she was heartbroken?"
"How could that be! She's so loyal and devoted, how could she leave on her own!" Mu Yunhe immediately retorted, though it was unclear whether he was saying this to someone else or to reassure himself. After saying that, he emphasized, "Given Luo Zhiheng's personality, she would never be so ungrateful, would she?"
"Yes, that's right. But what if the little princess didn't leave, but something happened to her?" Xiao Xizi said, feigning worry.
Mu Yunhe's expression instantly became fascinating. He paced back and forth even more frequently, his face growing increasingly gloomy and tense. After a while, he suddenly said, "Immediately spread the word that I personally punished the wet nurse and Qiwan, that I beat them both until they were bleeding and on the verge of death in order to get revenge on Luo Zhiheng for making her unhappy."