Yang Zhen’s taste in women was undeniably excellent. His two concubines were already considered stunning, yet Lady Wang, despite always appearing timid and reserved—her gaze lowered, her manner soft and yielding—was actually the more favored of the two.
Hong Ning had assumed it was merely because Yang Zhen preferred gentle, delicate women.
But now… she realized the truth.
It was her eyes.
Even as a woman, Hong Ning had nearly fallen under their spell.
For a man, resisting such a gaze would be impossible.
And yet, that only made this entire situation even more perplexing.
Yang Zhen, despite his noble arrogance, was undoubtedly an exceptional man—young, accomplished, and in his prime. Back when she still had her powers, Hong Ning had taken one look at him and seen that he was in perfect health, free of any hidden ailments.
Lately, while staying at the estate, she had overheard bits of gossip—apparently, Yang Zhen frequently spent his nights with Lady Wang.
By all logic, Lady Wang shouldn’t have felt lonely.
So what was it about this lowly servant that made her willing to risk everything?
Hong Ning pondered this as she cautiously shifted to the side, unsure if the pair had noticed her. She quickly moved to hide behind the rockery, hoping to slip away unseen.
After all, this was the prince’s household—his private affairs. It would do no good for her to be caught in the middle.
She was merely a temporary guest. There was no reason for her to invite unnecessary trouble.
“Have you seen enough?”
A low scoff sounded behind her.
Hong Ning’s heart leaped in shock. She was still in a daze when suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her and dragged her away.
She never got the chance to see what happened next.
* * *
At some point, Lady Wang had already shifted positions, once again entwined in an intimate embrace with the servant.
Her delicate fingers tangled in the man’s hair as she pressed her lips to his.
The man moved even faster now, driven into a mad frenzy, until at last, he let out a trembling, muffled groan.
Lady Wang smiled and gently sucked on his lips, her once-cold, distant gaze now flickering with true emotion—joy, exhilaration.
A moment later, she lifted herself slightly, and the man slowly slid off her, staggering backward before collapsing against a nearby rock, his body limp and completely unconscious.
“Still not planning to return?”
A voice, lighthearted yet laced with amusement.
Standing beneath the moonlight in flowing white robes was a man whose beauty rivaled Lady Wang’s own. His eyes held the same captivating charm, yet on him, they carried an unmistakable eerie femininity.
It was none other than Lu Jiu.
In the blink of an eye, Lady Wang had already adjusted her robes. Tilting her head, she looked up at him, her tone distinctly unfriendly.
“What are you doing here?”
Lu Jiu sighed impatiently. “Please, as if I wanted to come. It was Uncle who sent me.”
Lady Wang’s expression did not soften. “You needn’t trouble yourself, Cousin. I’m not going back.”
Lu Jiu chuckled. “You’re too stubborn. Once someone dies, they reincarnate—it’s practically a new life. Wouldn’t it be better to just let him go? You can always find him again in the next life.”
Lady Wang’s voice turned icy. “And what if he does reincarnate? I will always be a demon. Even if he is reborn a thousand times over, he will always be human. The heavens will never allow us to be together.”
Her lips curled into a mocking smile. “At least now, we have escaped divine punishment. We can finally live in peace. This is not a bad outcome—at least he will never forget me.”
Lu Jiu’s face darkened. “This is your love tribulation. If you persist in defying fate, you will bring ruin upon yourself. When that happens, not even my father may be able to save you.”
Lady Wang replied coldly, “The future will take care of itself. You may leave, Cousin.”
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