Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 314: A Short Separation Is Better Than a New Marriage (2)

Song Yan and Luo Tianxuan were both somewhat bewildered.

Having found the missing maid and learned about the person behind her, they had obtained important clues, but instead of solving the mystery in their hearts, the doubts only multiplied.

Gao Yang, Kong Nianhan, Prince Fu!
The behavior of this family is really abstract.

If all of this was orchestrated by Prince Fu, then Prince Fu has always been traveling and seeking immortality, a typical纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled, dissolute young man) among the royal family. It's completely incomprehensible what purpose he would serve. If it was to seize the throne, then he doesn't even have a son. Moreover, harming Luo Caiyi has nothing to do with the throne.

However, to say that he had absolutely no interest in that position seems inaccurate... If he had no interest, he wouldn't have married a woman from the Kong family. Forget about love; for members of the royal family, their primary concern is their own interests—whether the woman can bring them benefits. Feelings are meaningless. If Prince Fu truly wanted to be a carefree prince who lived a life of peace and tranquility, he would absolutely not allow himself to be involved in any trouble.

If Kong Nianhan was manipulating these things behind the scenes, what benefit could a woman like her possibly gain from doing all this? No matter how hard Song Yan racked her brains, she couldn't come up with any reason.

Moreover, Kong Nianhan is, after all, a princess, with a noble status. If there were any conspiracy, she would definitely have done it in an extremely secretive way, or at least had her subordinates to run away for her. Why would the name Kong Nianhan come out directly from the mouths of two maids?
Even more abstract is Gao Yang.

Despite having learned her mother's name through interrogation, Song Yan remained completely unguarded and made no attempt to conceal it, allowing the name to reach her ears.

The already chaotic situation became an even bigger mess.

Song Yan looked at Luo Tianxuan again, only to find that the usually intelligent Luo Tianxuan was now staring blankly at him, and he could see the bewilderment in her eyes.

"Alright, I understand. I'll have someone investigate. You can go now." With a sigh, Song Yan said to Liang Qiaofeng, "Find the steward and get a hundred taels of silver as your reward."

Liang Qiaofeng went downstairs happily.

The two then returned to their bedroom. A maid had lit the charcoal stove beforehand, making the room warm and cozy. Luo Tianxuan naturally walked behind Song Yan, took off her coat, and hung it on the hanger: "Husband, what do you think of this matter? What about Gao Yang's side..."

Song Yan smiled and said, "There shouldn't be any major problems with Gao Yang. She probably thinks that Kong Nianhan couldn't possibly do such a thing. It must be that someone deliberately framed her so that Liang Qiaofeng could pass the news to you and me."

"On the one hand, it's about proving myself."

"On the other hand, they may also want to use our methods to find out who the real mastermind is."

That's pretty much it.

Luo Tianxuan smiled and said, "That's good. Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to face my cousin."

As he removed his outer garment and inhaled Luo Tianxuan's captivating fragrance, a fire seemed to ignite within him. The pent-up desire of the past ten days began to stir. He stretched out his arms, encircling Luo Tianxuan's slender waist, and with a slight pull, her graceful body nestled into Song Yan's embrace.

Even through the thin lining, one could feel the amazing elasticity of Luo Tianxuan's skin.

Luo Tianxuan blushed slightly, smiled, and sat on Song Yan's lap, gently kissing Song Yan's face with her cherry lips.

Her slender fingers caressed Song Yan's face, her alluring eyes fixed intently on her, as if trying to imprint Song Yan's image onto her soul.

That was a deep longing.

It is a deep and tender feeling.

It is an obsessive love that lasts until death.

"My lord, you must be quite tired after traveling nearly a thousand miles back and forth. Let me serve you tonight."

A soft, magnetic, and alluring voice came from Luo Tianxuan's lips. She gently pushed Song Yan away with her delicate hand, and Song Yan fell back onto the bed.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and this is certainly true.

……

Ningguo Imperial City, Eastern Mausoleum.

Qunyu Garden.

As the most famous brothel, it remained bustling and lively even at night.

The prostitutes swayed their graceful waists, offering dances that made people feel hot all over; the musicians behind the beaded curtains plucked the strings and played heavenly music, and occasionally, the young men who could not resist would put their arms around the women beside them and walk upstairs to the private rooms.

What a magnificent and decadent scene!

However, one of the private rooms upstairs was unusually quiet.

There were only two people in the private room.

One of them, dressed in white, with a handsome but slightly immature face and fair skin that exuded a hint of femininity, was Song Zhe, the prodigy of the Song family, who had been accepted as the last disciple by the dean of Bailu Academy.

Of course, that was all in the past. Now, Song Zhe has been expelled from the family by Song Hongtao, removed from the family genealogy, and has no connection with the Duke's Mansion. Even the headmaster of Bailu Academy has severed his master-disciple relationship with him. Furthermore, His Majesty has personally issued an edict stripping Song Zhe of all his academic titles and making him permanently barred from employment.

It can be said that Song Zhe was once as glorious as he is now, and his fall from heaven to hell is no more than this.

That's not all. I heard that Song Zhe was drinking at Qunyu Garden a few days ago when he was assassinated. He was pierced by an arrow and became a rootless duckweed.

Opposite Song Zhe was a boy of sixteen or seventeen. Although young, he was tall and strong, clearly the result of years of training.

This man's name is Mei Zicong, and he is the grandson adopted by the old master of the Mei family.

He will also be the future Duke of Lu.

Mei Zicong stroked his wine glass with his rough, long fingers and glanced at Song Zhe. He didn't actually have much contact with Song Zhe, but since they were both descendants of noble families and both lived in Dongling City, they would run into each other all the time. It was no problem for him to say that he knew Song Zhe, but they didn't have a deep relationship.

He was somewhat puzzled by Song Zhe's sudden invitation.

Mei Zicong had naturally heard about Song Zhe becoming a rootless duckweed, but whether it was true or not was unknown. The prostitutes, pimps, and even many of the clients at Qunyu Garden all claimed to have witnessed it firsthand, and they spoke with great conviction.

Song Zhe, on the other hand, said that it was all a rumor. Although he was shot with an arrow, he was only injured in the thigh and his body was not damaged.

Originally, Mei Zicong was skeptical. But now, seeing Song Zhe's gloomy demeanor, he inexplicably began to believe it to some extent. How similar was this appearance to that of a palace eunuch? But then again, why had he suddenly sought him out? This was still the Qunyu Garden, a place for men's entertainment, yet there wasn't a single prostitute in this private room. Could it be…?

I've heard that eunuchs, because of their physical disabilities, often have distorted personalities.

Mei Zicong looked down at himself. He was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and there were thick muscles on his arms and legs. Then, he seemed to think of some extremely terrible scene, and his whole body shuddered.

Good heavens, could this guy have something on his mind?

Damn pervert.

Mei Zicong cursed inwardly, his face turning ugly.

Seemingly noticing the change in Mei Zicong's expression, Song Zhe frowned slightly. Because of the strange images that had flashed through Mei Zicong's mind earlier, Song Zhe's expression now seemed somewhat seductive.

"Brother Zicong, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Song Zhe exhaled and spoke slowly, his voice not as loud as before. Mei Zicong abruptly looked away: "Cough cough, it's nothing, nothing. I'm just a little worried about Brother Song's health. You were injured before, are you better now?"

A flush instantly rose to Song Zhe's face, and his fingers clenched unconsciously.

His physical disability became Song Zhe's most sensitive point, and when Mei Zicong suddenly brought it up, Song Zhe even felt a strong killing intent, an impulse to strangle the man in front of him. However, considering the physical strength of both of them, Song Zhe could only give up. He took a deep breath, suppressing his dissatisfaction, and even forced a smile onto his face: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Zicong, it's nothing serious now."

"That's good." Mei Zicong nodded: "Brother Song, you didn't invite me to this Jade Garden just to treat me to a drink, did you? If there's anything you need help with, please don't hesitate to ask. As long as it's within my power, I won't refuse."

To be honest, ever since Song Zhe was expelled from the family genealogy by Song Hongtao, he can no longer be considered a descendant of a noble family, and he can no longer get along with people like Mei Zicong... However, Mei Zicong is a loyal and righteous person, and considering that they had met a few times before, he is willing to lend a hand if Song Zhe has any difficulties in life.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhe smiled and said, "I have my uncle taking care of me, so I haven't encountered any difficulties... but there is something that may be related to Brother Zicong." His expression then became somewhat troubled: "This matter is a bit complicated. Perhaps I am just exaggerating. I don't know whether I should say it or not."

Mei Zicong was a martial artist.

But he's definitely not stupid.

Seeing Song Zhe's pretentious manner, he felt a sense of disgust. This guy probably wanted to use him to do something, but he had to pretend.

Bah, hypocrisy.

There isn't a single good scholar.

With a chuckle, Mei Zicong said in a carefree manner, "Brother Song, just say what you want to say. Stop being so coy and acting like a woman. How can a proper man like me act like a little girl?"

Women, good men, little girls… each word was like a knife, stabbing hard into Song Zhe's chest, causing him a headache from head to toe. These were probably the words Song Zhe was most afraid of right now, and yet Mei Zicong had said three of them in one breath. Song Zhe seriously suspected that the guy was doing it on purpose, but looking at Mei Zicong's carefree appearance…

Perhaps I'm overthinking it.

This guy has always been like this, without any guile.

Taking a deep breath and desperately suppressing the agitation in his heart, Song Zhe's expression gradually became solemn: "Brother Zi Cong... your position as heir apparent is in danger!"

Suddenly, Mei Zicong's expression changed.

His brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his cold gaze was fixed on the androgynous freak in front of him, with only a barely perceptible curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He was even prepared to help him out of consideration for their past acquaintance, but this kid is trying to use someone else to do his dirty work.

(End of this chapter)