Fengyu clenched her teeth, already calculating how to silently kill him. Fang Lingjun was right—lust is a blade, and he truly is a reckless brute.
"Third Prince, abducting common women? It seems your house arrest hasn't taught you any lessons!" A familiar yet cold voice came from the side. Immediately, two painted boats approached, one to the left and one to the right, blocking the Third Prince's boat.
On one of the boats stood Feiying and several personal guards.
Xie Xun stood silently at the bow of the boat, tall and graceful like jade, but his whole aura was colder than the harshest winter. His gaze fell on Fengyu, who was huddled at the stern of the boat. Fengyu had been playing the victim all the way, her eyes red and swollen, her flower hairpin lost somewhere, and her hair disheveled. Xie Xun recalled the humiliation that the Third Prince had inflicted upon her that night; his hand gripped the sword hilt, and his killing intent grew stronger.
