In the darkness of night, the man’s heavy breathing, the body-tearing pain, an oddly familiar sensation overwhelmed Feng Bailing like a tide.
The candlelight flickered in the room.
The black-furred fox crouched outside, gazed doubtfully into the bridal chamber, its ears drooping down, not daring to listen to the embarrassing sounds from within.
Yet it was at that moment that a dark shadow darted past.
Hei Dian became alert, pushing off with its paws to chase after the shadow.
Dugu Wu awoke from a deep sleep, his mind feeling groggy.
He remembered drinking with Feng Bailing, and afterward, his Gang Qi had gone berserk.
Dugu Wu looked around and saw that he was alone in the bridal chamber.
Dugu Wu started with surprise.
He felt around behind himself, and apart from a small patch of skin on his back, everything seemed normal.
He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He hadn’t lost control.
The last time his Gang Qi went out of control, he had done something he would regret for the rest of his life.
Luckily, it didn’t happen again this time.
Dugu Wu propped himself up, collecting his thoughts as it seemed he had also had a dream.
Dugu Wu gently shook his head.
Perhaps it was the aftereffect of last night’s Gang Qi anomaly.
He dreamed of that night again—the night he had relations with Nalan Yan’er, this time the dream felt even more real, he could almost smell her scent.
That scent... Dugu Wu suddenly furrowed his brows, it was not the fragrance Nalan Yan’er used.
Dugu Wu was about to ponder further when a knocking at the door interrupted his train of thought.
"Prince, the Princess Consort has left the bridal chamber, she went to..."
Feng Zao had not finished speaking when Dugu Wu snorted coldly, his eyes instantly turning ice-cold.
The fox’s tail has finally been revealed.
Dugu Wu felt a coldness in his heart.
He had not expected what Nalan Yan’er said to be true.
Feng Bailing had gotten him drunk with wine, in order to investigate Prince Shun’s Mansion on their wedding night.
Tonight, Dugu Wu had deliberately sent away Feng Zao and Feng Wan in order to draw the snake out of its hole.
Dugu Wu, without a word, picked up his walking stick and headed out.
Seeing the silhouette of his master from behind, Feng Zao sighed.
Though he said nothing, it was clear that he was very disappointed.
Ever since four years ago, when Crown Princess Consort Nalan betrayed him and remarried someone else, he had never seen the Prince get close to any woman.
Princess Feng was the first.
And Feng Zao had thought she would be the last.
Princess Feng... why betray the Prince.
At this moment, Feng Bailing, enduring the discomfort on her body, began to search for the whereabouts of the secret decree.
Her mind was in chaos.
It was him, it definitely was him.
Last night, when Dugu Wu was entwined with her, a gate in her memory suddenly opened.
That night, it was not the porter, nor anyone else—it was Dugu Wu.
How could it be Dugu Wu.
Feng Bailing felt indescribable emotions at that moment.
So, Xiao Li was Dugu Wu’s daughter.
So, that’s why the father and daughter got along so well.
But, all of this, Dugu Wu obviously did not know.
After hesitating, Feng Bailing still decided not to tell Dugu Wu about it.
Just now, Dugu Wu was like a wild beast, tossing her around until she felt dead and alive.
He had comfortably fallen asleep afterward, and since Feng Bailing had already cleaned up, he shouldn’t realize anything.
Not telling Dugu Wu was a decision Feng Bailing had thought over carefully.
She was determined to leave Great Chu with her family.
But Dugu Wu was the Regent King of Great Chu; in a year, after he healed his leg, he would become the true ruler of Great Chu.
That man, full of ambition, cunning, and utterly domineering.
If he knew Xiao Li was his biological daughter, he would never let her take Xiao Li away.
For Xiao Li, she could not tell Dugu Wu.
Imperial power might be a tempting sweet to many, but in Feng Bailing’s eyes, it was akin to a venomous snake.
The first place Feng Bailing went to was Bamboo Court.
She had asked Feng Wan, and Bamboo Court was the courtyard where Prince Shun lived in the past.
The rustling sound was the wind blowing through the bamboo forest.
When Feng Bailing arrived at Bamboo Court, all that awaited her were a few dimly lit lanterns.
Bamboo Court was quiet and lacked any festive atmosphere; it almost preserved Prince Shun’s original living conditions.
The courtyard was small, with bamboo as the only greenery, not a second type of plant to be seen.
There was a martial arts training ground near the bamboo grove, with an old archery target standing on it.
Although simple, both the house and the courtyard were tidy and orderly, it was evident that Princess Consort Shun always had people clean the place.
Not just the plants, but the furnishings in the house were also simple—bamboo house, bamboo door, bamboo table, bamboo bed, the entire yard consisted merely of two rooms.
One was a living room, the other a study.
Inside the living room, Feng Bailing took a flashlight from an emergency kit and shone it around.
She then went into the study, where on three sides of the room, bookshelves filled with books from various countries were placed; the desk displayed neatly arranged stationery.
From beginning to end, Feng Bailing did not find any secret decree.
Feng Bailing stated with confusion.
She checked the time; it was around the third watch, the banquet in the front courtyard should have already ended.
It seemed only Lan Courtyard was left, which was an unoccupied yard, even Feng Wan didn’t know who had lived there.
Initially, Feng Bailing did not intend to search an abandoned yard, but in the study of Bamboo Court, she saw several paintings of orchids.
These orchids were very similar to the Orchid she had seen in the Imperial Palace, only differing in color.
Instinctively as a woman, Feng Bailing felt that Lan Courtyard might be more than just an abandoned place.