If Mo Xuetong had not been rational and knew that she was in her room and that it was late at night, she would have started yelling.

Her voice was full of pain and resentment, as well as indescribable despair. She said, “Why must I be the one to accept it when they try to hurt me again and again? Why can’t I fight back just once? Isn’t that ridiculous? I thought that I could seek revenge and get payback for the hurt that they caused me. Don’t you think I’ve overestimated myself? You are high above all and you will never understand why people down here like me have such thoughts. Is this reason sufficient?!”

She reached out forcefully wanting to prop herself up. She ignored the pain in her hands. It did not hurt her much. Her heart felt as if it had been torn open and all her old wounds were revealed. It was only after her heart had been torn and tattered and covered in blood did she realize that it was not that she did not hurt. She had hidden the pain deep down inside.

The pain was sufficient to make her forget everything, her rational, and her life. She could abandon anything.

She had returned for revenge. So what if she died? What was the point of living if she could not seek revenge? In her past life, the pain had reminded her at all times of the viciousness of those two people. She could not just watch as they plotted against her and tried to destroy her again and again. She could not just watch as they forced her down the path they wanted, until she ended up in the painful abyss.

If the result were to be the same, then she would rather die now.

At least it would be better than what the future held!

As such, she had done whatever she had without abandon despite trusting Feng Yuran would save her. So what then? Perhaps Feng Yuran would save her and her life would not be endangered. If she still ended up in the Duke’s Manor, how different would that be from death? No, she should say that it would be worse than death.

She would rather die than marry into the Duke’s Manor. She would rather die than have anything to do with Sima Lingyun.

Her eyes were wide open in the dark as tears slid down soundlessly. She could not control the sobs at her throat. Her young tender face was filled with despair and pain. If so, she would use her life to make sure that she could wash off the shame. As long as she died, her father would investigate, as would her maternal family. He would investigate as well, and they would clear her name.

No matter it was the General Manor or Feng Yuran, they all had many men to order around. It would not be difficult for them to investigate the matter. Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin would be caught. She was willing to die if it meant that the two would be destroyed! An eye for an eye. She would smile even if she were in the pits of hell should that happen. She would thank the heavens for a chance to seek revenge.

“Tong’er, Tong’er!” Feng Yuran could sense Mo Xuetong’s despair and pain. He could not hold the icy cold expression on his face any longer. His heart hurt for her and he felt as if he could not breathe. His expression softened and he sat at the head of her bed, pulling Mo Xuetong who was struggling to sit up tightly into his embrace.

Mo Xuetong did not struggle this time. She felt as if she had used up all her strength in her screams earlier!

Her tears continued to fall, soaking Feng Yuran’s purple robes. She could feel the strong embrace around her wrist. Feng Yuran patted her back softly with one hand, holding her as if he were holding a newborn. She bit her lips but could not stop her tears from falling.

“Tong’er, Tong’er!” His mesmerizing voice rang in her ears. With it, was a strong concern for her she could not ignore.

She stopped thinking. She did not have the strength to. She only felt a warmness she had never once felt fill her chest. She did not think any longer at this moment. Neither did she plot. She allowed her tears to fall. This was the first time since her rebirth that she had allowed herself to do what she wanted. She cried silently until she couldn’t feel anything.

In the end, she relaxed and fell asleep.

Feng Yuran helped Mo Xuetong lie down carefully. Then, he pulled her blankets up and tucked her in. Mo Xuetong’s eyes were swollen from crying and there were still tears at the corners of her eyes. She sobbed even after she had fallen asleep, whimpering like a kitten.

Tears slid down her pale face and there was a hint of pain between her brows. His heart hurt for her.

Feng Yuran wiped the corners of her eyes. Two beads of tears fell onto his hand. They were cold. She was fragile and beautiful after she had been stripped of her strength and armor. She laid there silently as if she were sleeping beauty. Feng Yuran’s hand clenched up slowly and his eyes narrowed, revealing a sharp and icy cold aura.

Sima Lingyun, Mo Xuemin…

There was a flash of a figure outside the window. Mo Feng appeared at the window and knelt.

“Master, Sima Lingyun and First Miss Mo went off in different directions after they left the palace. After the incident at Qingfang Pavilion, the two did not interact again. First Miss Mo’s maid left something behind when they got on their horse carriage. Sima Lingyun’s driver picked it up when his carriage drove by. Then, Sima Lingyun went to the entrance of the street and turned into the back door of an accessory shop. After a while, an inconspicuous horse carriage appeared. The driver belongs to the Mo Manor. Sima Lingyun boarded the carriage and went to the palace entrance.” Mo Feng reported in detail. He had started to feel suspicious about his Master’s intentions ever since he started to shadow Third Miss Mo.”

He was even more certain this time when he saw how angry his master was. As such, he had investigated what happened in detail and did not dally. He returned to report to his master immediately.

Even though Mo Feng could guess that Third Miss Mo had a different place in His Highness’ heart, he could not help but feel in awe when he saw how sharp and bloodthirsty his master was.

Mo Feng had never seen Feng Yuran like this. No matter what happened, his master was always lazy and seemed as if he did not care. He had always appeared charming, fearless, and was a playboy. His master had only been more careful when dealing with Sir Bai. When had he even cared about anything else?

When he saw His Highness’ bloodthirsty expression, Mo Feng could not help but lower his head even though he knew that His Highness was not mad at him. He felt coldness gripping his heart after being looked at by the man’s gaze.

It seemed that he had underestimated Third Miss Mo’s place in his master’s heart.

“When did Mo Xuemin come out?” Feng Yuran asked coldly. He turned around. His tall and handsome figure was imposing and felt suffocating.

“After First Miss Mo returned to the manor, the main doors were tightly shut. However, not long after her return, First Miss Mo and her maid left through the back doors. They headed to their destination after leaving. Someone had already booked the private room. It was said to be someone who looked like a steward. He did not have any special identifying characteristics.” Mo Feng thought for a while before explaining what happened clearly. The incident tonight had been strange.

While Sima Lingyun was the Marquess of Zhenguo, it was just on paper. Everyone who was in the know knew that the Duke’s Manor was just for show. They did not have the power to arrange such a detailed plan. What happened in the palace had occurred so suddenly. Sima Lingyun and Mo Xuemin leaving the palace had also been sudden. Who had the ability to set up such a detailed plan in so little time?

The preparation of the horse carriage, the Mo Manor’s driver, the private room booking, and Mo Xuemin’s appearance; all of those things had been planned in detail. This was definitely not Sima Lingyun’s work. A young master like him would only be capable of setting up plots like causing someone to fall into the lake and saving that person. It was impossible for him to make such an exquisite plan outside the palace.

“Find out to whom the accessory shop belongs to. If you can’t find out anything, send someone to watch my First and Third Brothers.” Feng Yuran looked out of the windows. The sky was getting dark. It was the darkest moment before dawn. This was also when people’s guards were at their lowest. A cold smile appeared on his lips. “If you see someone who looks like a steward come and go, ignore him when he goes in, but capture him when he comes out.”

Such an extravagant plan could not be set up by an ordinary person. If not for his two elder brothers, then of course, Bai Yihao could have done it too…

They might not be able to find out much at the clothing and accessory shop. But there was a key person involved. It was the mysterious person who seemed like a steward. That person could not have been from the Duke’s Manor or the Mo Manor. The person had appeared so suddenly, it was worth it to investigate him. If someone else had sent the person, he or she would have been present at the scene.

He had brought Tong’er away and left behind that scene. The sudden change in the situation would mean that the person would definitely return to report to his master immediately as long as he had a master. His master would secretly get them to leave at the darkest moment before dawn because he would be afraid of others finding out.

That person would not have had slept the entire night and would feel very tired. Because the sun was about to rise, he would definitely start getting careless. It was the best time to leave!

“I understand.” Mo Ye stood up and was about to jump out of the window.

“Hang on.” Feng Yuran called out for him. “Hand this matter over to Feng Yue. Stay here and watch over her. If something like this happens again, you come and find me.”

“Yes!” Mo Feng did not dare to say anything else and he disappeared out of the window.

When all was quiet in the room again, the already cold expression of the man turned even colder. It was as cold as frost. He clenched his hands into a fist and smashed it against the table and yelled angrily, “Damn it!”

There was a light knock on the door. Mo Ye asked softly, “Master, what’s the matter?” She had been guarding outside all this while. The lights had been extinguished, but she had not slept. After all, her mistress was still an unmarried young woman. It would be bad if rumors that tarnished her reputation spread. Mo Ye had gotten all the servants to go to bed while she stayed outside so she could keep a watch out for her master.

Mo Lan was a smart girl. When she saw that Mo Xuetong was unconscious when she was brought back and heard what she said, she did not say anything else. She dragged Mo Yu to bed. As such, Mo Ye was the only person who was standing guard that night.

She had long heard the voices in the room. The guard that came with her master informed her that he was here. Mo Xuetong had been changed out of her blood-stained dress and her tightly wrapped hands were hidden under her sleeves. Mo Ye had half-carried her in when they entered while Mo Ye held her up on the other side. They told the others that Mo Xuetong’s heart had started hurting after leaving the palace, which was why they were helping her back.