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Dongfang Yuan didn't know why things had taken such a strange turn. Suddenly, Wan Suya, who was embracing her, picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, then laid her down on the bed.
The cool, slender fingers lightly touched her lips—a feeling that seemed familiar.
Ah… a feeling similar to that sudden kiss that night surged into her heart!
Instinctively, the moment Wan Suya drew the curtains, Dongfang Yuan jumped out of bed, wanting to flee.
She didn't want to think about anything else; she just wanted to escape.
"Bang!" A hand reached out from behind her and forcefully slammed the door shut, which was already ajar, without any hesitation.
Wan Suya was incredibly fast. Standing behind Dongfang Yuan, she silently looked down at the girl's back, her other hand brushing aside her long, disheveled hair, then she embraced Dongfang Yuan tightly from behind. Her breath traveled along Dongfang Yuan's earlobe and into the girl's heart; the forbidden fruit was ripening within this breath.
No! However, Yuan merely closed her eyes. She didn't reject Wan Suya's ambiguous actions, her entire being caught in a vortex of conflicting reason and desire.
She had always thought only Yan Yemin could make her feel so overwhelmed.
She was now completely bewildered.
"..." Wan Suya didn't make any further moves, her tone gentle, "Don't you have something to tell me?"
Huh? Yuan hadn't expected Wan Suya's next move to be such a question.
"I can tell from your eyes that it's very important. I'm sorry, but only in this way can I avoid being seen."
Avoid being seen...?
Even as a prince, under such tight protection, were there still other eyes watching? Or perhaps, not everyone around the prince truly followed him?
Upon hearing Wan Suya's explanation, Yuan's heart calmly returned to normal. Although their posture was still ambiguous, she took a deep breath and poured out what she hadn't had a chance to tell Wang Zi:
"Ying Yi and the president are going to cause trouble at the school festival."
"Oh, is that so?" Wan Suya's calm voice was tinged with a hint of unease as she turned Yuan to face her, gazing at Yuan's slightly flushed face. "Are you worried about that?"
"..." Yuan lowered her head, unable to answer the question. She could only think of President Qian Xiche, whose strength as a knight was perhaps comparable to Wang Zi's. Since the president was so unconcerned about her revealing information to Wan Suya, perhaps it was because the methods he was about to use against Wang Zi were incredibly ruthless and guaranteed to succeed. Worry immediately settled on her brow. After hesitating for a while, she nodded slightly.
"There's nothing to worry about, silly girl." Wang Zijunya smiled and couldn't help but pull Yuan into his arms again.
"As a prince of this country, you haven't wasted your time over the past ten years..."
His words were profound, so profound that Yuan couldn't decipher the meaning behind the person who was now holding her so tightly it felt suffocating—had he already devised a plan or was he simply trying to avoid making her worry?
"But before that, there's something I must ask of you."
Wan Suya released Yuan, looking at her with great seriousness.
This ordinary person shouldn't have anything to ask of her, right...? Yuan felt an invisible pressure.
"Tonight, can you stay with me?"
Huh? Yuan thought she could leave after saying this, but upon hearing this invitation, she involuntarily raised her head, looking at the young man opposite her with a puzzled expression.
Standing before her, the tall, slender young man, with no malice in his eyes, gently explained in a low voice:
"Tonight, I'll take you to my room. If you don't stay overnight, people outside will definitely suspect something." Had
Wan Suya anticipated this when he initially placed her on the bed? -- Yuan was momentarily stunned.
"Just one night in the same bed is fine, I won't do anything inappropriate..."
Trusting Wan Suya's earnest assurance, Yuan agreed and slept in bed with him. Seemingly to prove she had no ulterior motives, she didn't change into her pajamas, but slipped into bed in her coat, carefully covering Yuan with the blanket.
A light fragrance immediately filled the air around Yuan, and she couldn't help but inhale it a few more times. Wan Suya took in her every move and said, "This fragrance is specially formulated by Li'ou to help with sleep. If you like it, have Li'ou make you a bottle tomorrow. Also, from now on, your name will be Suya. It's different from ours. I don't want there to be a long distance between us." "
Really?" Yuan asked softly to confirm, and Suya nodded.
"Phew..." Yuan felt very happy, as if she had treasured a precious gem. However, she also noticed a hint of melancholy in Wan Suya's faint smile, perhaps because of Ying Yi? She tried asking the person in the same bed, "Do you hate Ying Yi?"
"We've hated each other for a long time. Perhaps the hatred is even greater."
Wan Suya's memory was slowly opened by Yuan's words. The first time she met Ying Yi, she was led by her mother to a dark little room. As soon as the lights came on, she saw someone who looked almost exactly like her. After training by an expert in imitation, by the time she met Yingyi, Yingyi was already perfectly capable of replacing her. No, there was one thing that completely changed Yingyi: he came from District 13, and poverty had instilled many bad habits deep within him. Just because he looked so much like her, his later crimes, including his affair with her mother, could be tolerated.
"Suya, Mom can't live without Yingyi anymore..."
"When exactly did you do that?"
"No, forced... Mom was too lonely... It will never happen again! Don't leave, Suya..."
Because of loneliness, all his sins could be forgiven? Including her father wanting to forget his loneliness, spending a few nights with her mother and then abandoning her? Was she to endure Yingyi's existence indefinitely just to prevent her mother from dying alone and for her own safety?
The lonely cries of her mother and her own helpless sighs echoed in Wan Suya's mind. When she finally emerged from the depths of her memory, she found Yuan in bed, already asleep from exhaustion.
Seeing Yuan's completely trusting and unguarded sleeping face, and recalling her embarrassed expression tonight, Wan Suya's hidden ice slowly melted. His fingers unintentionally brushed against Yuan's nipple through her pajamas, and Yuan couldn't help but let out a soft moan in her sleep. This delicate moan ignited his desire once more.
So soft, so alluring! Actually, if Yuan hadn't tried to escape earlier, he would have already violated her. And now, she was completely unguarded, her defenses wide open.
As if to play a casual joke, or perhaps to temporarily indulge himself, Wan Suya slipped his hand inside Yuan's pajamas, gently caressing her breasts, feeling her warm body temperature.
Yuan let out a soft moan, the waves of pleasure from the caresses making her think she was just having a beautiful dream; her body and Wan Suya's were almost completely intertwined.
She was too trusting… Wan Suya felt his caresses gradually slipping out of control, and a surge of desire rose in his lower body. He frowned and quickly withdrew his hand.
He really wanted to make her his woman right now and erase all of Yan Yemin's marks from her, but the time hadn't truly come yet... Yuan, if you knew what he really wanted to do, would you still sleep peacefully by the bedside?
He suppressed his desire and gently kissed Yuan's forehead, accompanied by a whisper that only she could hear:
--I won't hurt her, and I won't let anyone else hurt her, Yuan.
--------Only a hint of ambiguity...

The school festival preparations are in full swing, and the entire school is buzzing with excitement. Dongfang Yuan, stealing a moment from her busy schedule, went to the rooftop to clear her head. She received a call informing her parents that they had encountered some work problems and would have to stay away for a while longer, meaning they would miss the school festival's parent-child activities. For some reason, she felt a genuine sense of relief. Now, she tilted her head slightly, gazing at the pristine blue sky, her heart settling down, sinking into the warm memories of that day.
She remembered waking up a few days ago to find herself in Wan Suya's arms, feeling a deep warmth.
Her eyes were closed, and a prince was sleeping peacefully, like an angel watching over her.
Just a second in his arms brought eternal peace.
At that moment, gazing at Junya's handsome face, she had that same illusion.
"Yay! It really is here!" Mei Lei's voice came from behind, a voice only brimming with a unique energy when she was alone with Yuan.
"You didn't just run here alone to swoon over Teacher Yan, did you?!"
Mei Lei's words always managed to be shocking.
Yuan, looking exasperated, turned her gaze from the sky to the energetic Mei Lei. "Nothing..." she replied listlessly.
Mei Lei's excitement must mean something terrible happened.
"Ugh, this is so boring, your answers aren't funny at all. Hey, tell me something fun!"
"..." Fun? Fun things from Mei Lei's mouth are probably a disaster. Yuan waited anxiously for Mei Lei's "fun thing."
"The prince and knights have already built two-thirds of the haunted house today, and it'll be officially finished tomorrow or the day after!"
Is that all?
"Don't look at me like that~ We haven't gotten to the point yet. Do you know an important event at the school festival?"
Yuan shook her head blankly. Admittedly, she was even more bewildered that her haunted house design had been "amicably" divided between the prince and knight factions, and she couldn't even get to the site.
"Hey, so you're a newbie now. At the school festival night, the prince and knights will have a friendly duel to raise the atmosphere." A
friendly duel? Dongfang Yuan, who had just relaxed a little, suddenly felt her heart leap into her throat.
"You're going to have a duel..."
"Yes." Mei Lei flashed her little tiger teeth, "The duel's content—whoever gets out of the haunted house first."
"...Haunted house?!" Dongfang Yuan felt dizzy.
"Fun, isn't it! I never expected you to choose a game like this. You're probably setting up all sorts of traps inside the haunted house to make your prince/knight win." Mei Lei ignored Dongfang Yuan's already pale face and continued to look at Yuan with starry eyes, hoping Yuan could empathize with her.
Why a haunted house? No wonder you're so interested in haunted houses! Yuan couldn't accept this information for a moment.
"This is insider information~ The official announcement is for tomorrow. Yuan, who do you hope will win? They all have prince/knight badges~"
She hoped no one would win, so no one would suffer any misfortune. However, such a thing was impossible. If she really wanted someone to win, she hoped the prince... But when she was about to say that she wanted the prince to win, she remembered Mei Lei's other mysterious faction, the Rose.
Therefore, she couldn't express her wish for the prince to win to anyone; the dark vortex of this school was too deep.
She pulled out two badges, saying insincerely, "I support both!"
A barely perceptible chill flashed across Mei Lei's eyes as she tugged at Yuan's cheek: "Don't be hypocritical! You want to support the prince, right?"
"...Huh? How did you guess?"
"The way the prince looks at you is very different..."
"Ugh...?" Dongfang Yuan's cheek stung from Mei Lei's tug.
"Like a child relying on the eyes of a loved one."
A child relying on a loved one? Was she really that lacking in familial love...? No, absolutely not.
Yuan tried hard to reject Mei Lei's analogy in her mind.
"Welcome back, young master!" A row of burly gangsters stood in two rows, bowing respectfully to Yan Yemin, who, dressed in a sharp black suit, nodded slightly, with Shen Mojun following behind.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two entered the depths of the ancient courtyard. A young lady pushed a wheelchair carrying a frail old man to their door.
The courtyard nestled against the mountain and beside the water, with a gentle spring flowing by, seemed to soften Yan Yemin's fierce aura.
"Yemin," the old man spoke first, his health failing, yet his eyes sharp.
"Father," Yan Yemin met the old man's gaze without fear.
"I know it's useless to say anything now, but in this world, women can be played with, money can be spent, people can be killed, but there's one thing you can't touch..."
"Oh?"
"The fate of the nation." The old man finished speaking, his eyes returning to their listless state.
"You've noticed?" A dangerous smile curved Yan Yemin's lips.
The old man coughed. Once a notorious killer in the underworld, even the most powerful cannot escape the passage of time.
No matter how young his wife was, she couldn't bring back her youth. Seeing his son growing increasingly arrogant, perhaps about to commit a terrible crime, he resolved to make a painful decision.
With this cough, the most elite assassins of the underworld appeared near Yan Yemin and Falcon, surrounding them.
"..." The old man slowly spoke, "I've noticed. Stay here quietly for now."
Hmm...? So many people trying to trap them? Yan Yemin narrowed his eyes and casually snapped his fingers.
The assassins all collapsed to the ground, instantly rendered helpless.
A look of surprise flashed across the old man's eyes, then he seemed to understand something, the faint fragrance of the young woman behind him invading his mind.
"She..." The old man's vision began to blur.
"She gave me a little bit of the antidote, to prevent me from fainting without knowing why." Yan Yemin walked closer to the old man—his father, bent down, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "It's too late to know, Father. The fate of the nation is now in our hands."
"...Who exactly..." The old man growled this sentence from his throat unwillingly.
"It's him. Father." Yan Yemin smiled as he watched the old man collapse in his wheelchair due to the effects of the drug.
After the comatose elderly man was carried away and the gangsters were cleared out, an elderly man who looked exactly like him swaggered into a wheelchair. The young lady bowed slightly to Yan Yemin:
"Young Master, take the Master to rest."
Yan Yemin simply gestured for her to leave.
Soon, the courtyard was empty, except for He Jun.
After a moment of silence, Jun said, "Young Master, it seems someone leaked the information."
A traitor? Someone planted someone?
It seemed that someone was going to fight him to the death over the fate of the nation.
Before Jun spoke, the moment he learned that his father wanted to imprison him, he had thought of this.
The Holy Night had become murky.
Yan Yemin enjoyed the breeze blowing through the courtyard, his eyes slightly narrowed.

This was the first time Dongfang Yuan had been unexpectedly stopped on her way home by a falcon and a luxury car. She looked at the young man standing before her with trepidation. The young man was still in the black suit he had worn when they first met, politely opening the car door for her.
"Miss Dongfang, please." Compared to their first meeting, the young man's eyes clearly held a similar unyielding air to Yan Yemin's.
Yan Yemin had taken leave from school these past few days, and she thought the matter should be over. A slight disappointment mingled with a sliver of hope, but she hadn't expected that the young man with the handsome face before her had already opened the door to an abyss for her.
Punishment?
She didn't want to go, didn't want to go, didn't want to go! Although she had long been prepared for Yan Yemin to discover her affair with the prince and for her to face severe punishment, she was alone, and the fear of punishment made her instinctively unwilling to get into the car.
"Miss Dongfang." Seeing that Yuan hesitated to get into the car, the young man calmly relayed Yan Yemin's instructions, "You don't have to go if you don't want to, but the young master's patience is limited."
Was he having someone relay this blatant threat?
A bitter smile appeared on Yuan's lips. If it weren't for this threat, perhaps she wouldn't have to look at Yan Yemin with such fear and complicated feelings.
Did he understand her feelings? He probably had no interest in understanding... To him, she was forever a slave to no self-respect.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Yuan silently got into the car, and the moment she closed the door, her eyes flashed with contempt, hatred, and jealousy.
Sitting in the front seat, he carefully observed Dongfang Yuan in the back seat through the rearview mirror. An ordinary girl, her figure was only so-so. She seemed very nervous, biting her lip, hesitant to speak, looking like a timid and cowardly person. From the beginning, he didn't understand why the young master would take a liking to such a girl. He could find girls a thousand times better than her on the street.
"...Can you speak?" The timid girl in Falcon's eyes finally spoke.
Falcon's lips curled into a smile, and he replied casually, "Yes."
"You still don't know his name. Have you known Yan Yemin for a long time?"
This girl had some brains; she was trying to find out about her relationship with the young master. Falcon finally showed some interest, but on the surface, he still replied with a cold attitude, "Falcon. I followed the young master five years ago."
The time wasn't long or short, and she wasn't as familiar with the young master as people would think.
However, she had almost given her life and her entire life to the young master.
"In your eyes, what kind of person is he..." Dongfang Yuan really wanted to know Yan Yemin's true personality; she was truly powerless to do anything about it. At least before going to accept punishment, she wanted to understand—what kind of person was Yan Yemin? She wanted to die knowing the truth.
"Don't you understand him better? In some way?"
Unexpectedly, Falcon replied with this question, and Dongfang Yuan immediately understood what Falcon meant. A blush crept onto her cheeks.
"..." Her voice trembled, the rest of her words unsure whether she was speaking to Falcon or just to herself, "...So close, yet...I know nothing about him..."
The girl's gaze fell outside; the sky in the distance was already obscured by dark clouds, a storm was imminent.
Perhaps a storm was also waiting for her.
After a considerable time, the car that was supposed to pick up Dongfang Yuan drove into a secluded courtyard. Dongfang Yuan looked in surprise at the lush trees on both sides of the road, trees whose names she didn't know. The fresh, green scent, long absent from the big city, filled her senses. At the entrance to the mansion deep in the woods, Yuan got out of the car, and several beautiful maids immediately came to greet her. Before Dongfang Yuan could finish her curious observation, Falcon, who had also gotten out of the car, said, "They will take you to change, and then someone will lead you to see the young master." With that, he turned and left alone.
Sigh... Dongfang Yuan was momentarily at a loss. In this unfamiliar place, Falcon was the person she knew best.
"Wait, don't leave anyone behind"—Yuan couldn't bring herself to say those pleading words. Helplessly, she was led by the maids to bathe and change. After donning a thin white silk robe, she was led to an empty room.
All the doors and windows of the room were wide open, revealing a small pond nearby. Golden carp swam freely in the water, content in their little world, completely untouched by confinement or suffering.
A cold wind blew before the storm, and even the silk robe couldn't ward off the chill. The wind tousled her long hair. Dongfang Yuan glanced at the dark clouds that had already rolled in before her and couldn't help but shiver, crossing her arms to keep warm.
"Achoo!" She sneezed, as if she'd caught a chill.
"Cold?" A playful, languid tone sounded, and Dongfang Yuan found herself in a warm embrace.
A faint scent of stevia wafted from the embrace.
She knew without a doubt who had hugged her from behind.
"You're wearing so little." Yan Yemin narrowed his eyes, gently biting the sensitive earlobe of the girl in his arms. Feeling her tremble, he still wasn't satisfied and slipped his hand inside her silk robe.
"My clothes were taken away..." Yuan said half-complainingly, but the next second she couldn't speak anymore as Yan Yemin had already pulled her down onto the floor. She
wore a grey ancient-style robe with delicate floral patterns, the upper part of which was wide open, revealing her breathtakingly large breasts. This was the first time Dongfang Yuan had seen Yan Yemin in ancient clothing, and the first time she had seen a man who could wear ancient clothing with a charm surpassing even that of a beautiful woman.
So beautiful... "My mouth is watering." Yan Yemin teasingly traced Dongfang Yuan's lips with his finger. "Can't waste it~" He pressed his entire weight onto the girl, their lips meeting tightly, without any gap, more intense than ever before.
As she felt the sweet pleasure brought by Yan Yemin's caresses, Dongfang Yuan's astonishment gradually grew:
Is this punishment? "It's not too light..." Raindrops started falling outside, rippling the pond.
"It's raining." Wan Suya, reading in her study, glanced at the gloomy sky. For some reason, her heart felt inexplicably chaotic and terrible.
The next second, she understood why she felt this way.
"She was picked up by Yan Yemin's henchman." Back home, Ying Yi told Wan Suya the news with a gloating expression, his face identical to hers, anticipating the gentle prince's reaction.
"Maybe they're already..." Seeing that Wan Suya's expression didn't change much, Ying Yi immediately added his strongest guess.
This seemed to have an effect. Wan Suya stared coldly at him and said, word by word, "Li Ou, take her out."
"Oh, oh, oh! One second she's sleeping with a woman, the next second she's sleeping with another man, finally she's angry!"
"Ying Yi." Shen Mo Li Ou stepped forward, stopping Ying Yi from continuing. As Li Ou pushed Yingyi out of the study, she couldn't help but glance worriedly at the prince. The prince, with his back to the door, was gazing out the window. For some reason, Li Ou suddenly felt that the prince was shrouded in a dark cloud, as if he had completely transformed into a different person.
The study door slammed shut, and Wan Suya's elegant and gentle face had lost all its light.
Dongfang Yuan… just one last step, and she could escape that man's control… Even thinking this, she felt as if she were shrouded in dark clouds outside, almost unable to breathe.
Raindrops hit the glass, finally sliding down, like her heart, sliding into the murky darkness.

The city was experiencing a rare downpour, making it almost impossible to move. A few drops of icy rain fell into the room, wetting the floor but not dampening the enchanting scene inside. Dongfang Yuan's clothes had already been pulled open by Yan Yemin's slender fingers. The moment the smooth fabric left her body, the chill of the outside air made her instinctively curl up in the handsome man's arms like a kitten, clinging tightly to him, drawing warmth from him.
The instant contact of naked skin sent a wave of dizziness rushing to her head, and
she felt a strong reaction between her legs. Dongfang Yuan couldn't help but shyly close her legs tightly. She realized that she was once again uncontrollably craving the man's desire for her. This expectation, devoid of any self-respect, almost made her forget—Yan Yemin, a dangerous creature.
"Smelling the kitten in heat." Yan Yemin, noticing her subtle movements, smiled. His clothes were already off, his perfect physique exuding a strong allure, and his erection was already there, only concealed. If he wanted her, he could have the girl in his arms right now, but—he wanted to see Yuan ask for it herself.
Her asking was like a confirmation of his own existence.
Ignoring Yuan's refusal, he pried open her legs, which she was trying to keep tightly closed; her already wet, pink vulva was inviting him.
"Don't look!" Yuan's face flushed crimson. She twisted her body, trying to close her legs. This wasn't the first time Ye Min had observed her, yet her heart still pounded. Her shyness intensified the mating atmosphere emanating from her vulva, so intense that Yan Ye Min couldn't resist lowering his head and burying himself between her legs. His wet tongue licked her clitoris, causing Dongfang Yuan to completely surrender. Her soft moans blended with the sound of the rain, creating a beautiful sound.
"Louder," Yan Ye Min said with a mischievous smile, withdrawing his tongue and inserting his fingers into her already wet vulva.
“…Others will hear…” Yuan bit her lip, her misty eyes pleading.
Before entering the room, the maid had told her they would stay outside. Naturally, they knew she was only here to satisfy the man's desires, but the thought of them hearing her moans outside was like being exposed naked to strangers—unbearable.
Yuan's pleading gaze only intensified Yan Yemin's penetration of her long fingers. When they reached her sensitive spot, she involuntarily arched her back, letting out a soft “Ah!” Realizing she had lost her voice, she bit her lip even harder, her hands tearing at her clothes that had fallen to the floor. Yet, some of the pleasurable moans still escaped between her teeth along with the sounds of his fingers sliding in and out.
A rare soft laugh escaped Yan Yemin's lips, his eyes curving into a beautiful arc. In such a short time, the girl beneath him had become even more alluring.
"Your voice is even sweeter inside. Shout louder, let everyone outside know you're a woman."
Yan Yemin whispered in her ear, then withdrew his fingers from her flower-like opening, his thin lips lightly licking his fingers, which were covered in liquid.
That...that...this teasing action immediately aroused Yuan's body even more.
"So delicious." He kissed Yuan's lips, "The taste is so delicious I want to swallow it all..."
Yuan's heart pounded wildly, as if trying to erase all her thoughts.
Why do I always do things that make my heart race?
She felt she was about to exceed her limit, her legs involuntarily wanting to wrap around his body. Their breasts rubbed against each other, her breasts were being vigorously caressed by his hands, the outside temperature was no longer cold, her whole body was in a wonderful heat, that heat was impacting the wet and sensitive area between her legs.
Her initiative made Yan Yemin's erection even harder and larger.
No! If he didn't penetrate her soon...I've been thinking about her these past few days, and now I've reached my limit.
Yan Yemin aimed his enormous member at her flower core, which was already overflowing with desire. Entering that state must be indescribably wonderful.
"Now it's time to eat~" he said, then thrust forward, filling Dongfang Yuan completely.
That overwhelming pleasure, that sudden emptiness as her body was filled, rushed straight to Yuan's head, and her attempts to moan softly failed her.
"Mmm...ah...haa..." Her voice grew louder with each thrust of Yan Yemin, her consciousness gradually drifting to the clouds.
Outside, the rain pattered, but sweat dripped down Yan Yemin's devilishly beautiful body, mingling with their bodily fluids.
"Louder!" Yan Yemin declared without restraint, feeling the girl's tight passage contract with ultimate pleasure. Gradually, the bad mood he had felt since imprisoning his father dissipated because of the girl's beautiful moans beneath him.
She truly was a magical woman to him.
Yan Yemin narrowed his eyes, increasing the speed of his thrusts, and soon after a low growl, he reached his climax.
"Ah!" Feeling the heat being injected into her body, Yuan trembled, her body mingling with Yan Yemin's.
Yan Yemin pulled her into his arms, their clothes loosely covering their bodies. He savored the scent of the girl's hair after their pleasure, a scent he loved, almost like a strange poison, strangely addictive. Dongfang Yuan
's feverish body gradually cooled, and she slowly regained her composure in Yan Yemin's arms.
This was completely different from punishment... Didn't she know that something had happened between her and the prince... Actually, nothing had happened.
While she was still troubled by this question, Yan Yemin suddenly spoke first: "This used to be the study."
"Hmm? The study..." But there was nothing in the study.
The floor was so cold. Yuan shrank back into Yan Yemin's arms.
"My father used to teach us in the study. The old man was never satisfied." Yan Yemin rarely spoke of his past, and this was the first time Yuan had heard him mention it.
“But nothing is left here now.”
“Huh?”
“Father is no longer father. He no longer recognizes me. I want to get rid of him.” Yan Yemin’s expression was slightly disappointed, his handsome brows furrowing slightly.
“Parents wouldn’t forget their own children. Perhaps there’s some unspeakable reason…” Dongfang Yuan couldn’t help but think of her parents who were always away for work. She placed her hand on Yan Yemin’s chest. She didn’t know why Yan Yemin and her father had such a bloody incident, but she could feel a kind of pain called loneliness and incomprehension spreading in Yan Yemin’s chest.
Heh, interesting girl.
Yan Yemin lifted Dongfang Yuan’s chin, raising an irresistible smile: “Want some comfort?”
What does this person want? Seeing her expression suddenly change 180 degrees, Yuan instantly felt that she had been deceived. She kept her mouth tightly shut and didn’t answer.
“I’ve thought of a good idea.”
Upon seeing Yan Yemin’s mischievous smile, Yuan suddenly wanted to run away, but her whole body was completely dominated by Yan Yemin.
"...Use the scent to cleanse this place anew. Even without a father, this is enough."
Yan Yemin said with an unusually cruel smile, leaving a kiss mark on Dongfang Yuan's smooth neck.
The rain gradually subsided, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire room. Falcon arrived at the study. The two maids waiting outside, their faces flushed, quickly bowed and left, while Falcon stood calmly alone outside the study. Inside the study, there was a great commotion; so great that a wisp of black smoke rose from the gloved hand of a torch.
He could hear Li Ou's words from not long ago: the young master, like a prince, was excessively infatuated with this girl's body.
No matter what, she had to personally sever this ill-fated bond for the young master.
Anything could happen at a school festival…anything could happen…and surprisingly

, the day of the festival was exceptionally sunny. Dongfang Yuan stood in front of the haunted house, collecting entrance tickets from students while listening to the piercing screams emanating from within. She couldn't help but wipe the sweat from her brow. Before each person entered, she handed them a communication device. Pressing a button would allow staff to locate the person, no matter where they were trapped, and safely bring them out. Within an hour of the haunted house opening, many people had already pressed the help button.
"Yuan, what exactly did you design to scare so many people?" Mei Lei, standing with her as a ticket collector, watched as the prince and knight sent staff expressionlessly into the haunted house, then expressionlessly carried out the terrified students. Curiosity gnawed at her like a kitten's.
"..." Dongfang Yuan returned a helpless gaze. "The design isn't that scary, just some ghosts and monsters. Maybe they added something else."
The prince and knight must have spent a lot of time and effort preparing for the duel, making the mechanisms in the room different from what she originally designed, increasing the overall level of fright by countless times.
A duel... If it rained heavily today like that day, there would be a reason to postpone the school festival, and perhaps there would still be room for maneuver before the fight broke out.
But reality is often not as beautiful as imagined.
Yuan pursed her lips, her gaze shifting to the azure sky, the clear sky unable to resist the gloom that fate had decided.
"Hey, hey, hey, it seems like there's something extra around her neck today." The sharp-eyed Mei Lei immediately noticed the most unusual thing
about Dongfang Yuan's outfit today. Dongfang Yuan rarely wore valuables, but today she was wearing a silver necklace with a tiny pendant inlaid with a diamond birdcage.
Uh—she was discovered... The hot sweat on Yuan's forehead turned into cold sweat. She touched the pendant with her right hand, the cool sensation seeping into yesterday's memories from her fingertips. How should she answer Meilei, who was staring at her with starry eyes? Should she answer directly—this wasn't a necklace, but a chain that Yan Yemin had given her last night?
The chain was shaped like a lock, the most exquisite birdcage, a prison that stifled her free spirit.
It was meant to confine her like a birdcage, forcing her to exist only in this world, so that whenever she saw this chain, she would think of staying away from human temptations.
She remembered the expression on Yan Yemin's face when he mentioned human temptations; though it was an almost unreasonable and domineering demand, she unexpectedly found him quite adorable, and her heart would skip a beat .
This chain of confinement wasn't as cold as she had imagined; it was as if she could hear the heartbeat of Yan Yemin's burning chest anytime, anywhere, their lives seemingly synchronized.
The more she was possessed, the stronger this sense of synchronization became.
Even though she had told herself countless times that this chain was just a chain, her devilish plaything, and had no value whatsoever.
"Was it from your boyfriend?" Meilei moved closer, her eyes burning with gossip. Speaking of which, Dongfang Yuan's complexion didn't worsen after entering this school; in fact, it improved considerably. There must be something strange about that.
Hearing Mei Lei's guess, Yuan felt a bittersweet feeling. Her relationship with Yan Yemin couldn't be made public. Wearing the prince-knight badge had already attracted a lot of resentment, and then there was Yan Yemin's words… Besides, Yan Yemin wasn't actually her boyfriend. Like a prince and knight, he was definitely surrounded by women a hundred times more outstanding and beautiful than herself.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Yuan's eyes darkened, and she silently pulled her hand away from the pendant.
"A classmate from school gave it to me," she whispered, lying.
A glint flashed in Mei Lei's eyes, and she said with considerable disappointment, "How boring~"
"What's so boring?" Qiao Enen's voice rang out from behind Mei Lei, startling both Dongfang Yuan and Mei Lei.
But compared to Ning Mi Ling, Dongfang Yuan would much rather see the dashing Qiao Enen.
Having just emerged from the equestrian performance, Qiao Enen, still in her riding clothes, arrived at the haunted house. Her riding attire accentuated her beautiful figure, and her confident smile in the sunlight evoked a sense of longing.
"N-nothing," Mei Lei replied immediately.
"Judging from the situation, you seem to be slacking off. Have you all prepared to clean the school for a whole year?"
"N-no," Mei Lei smiled and gestured for a passing student to enter the haunted house. Soon, screams echoed from within.
"Dongfang Yuan, although we've done all the preparations for the haunted house, whether you like it or not depends on your own efforts~"
"Mm," Dongfang Yuan nodded. Qiao Enen's words didn't make her uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, she somewhat liked the tall girl who almost looked down on her.
"It's getting late. Time to go find the student council president. See you later." Qiao Enen glanced meaningfully at the haunted house, then temporarily bid farewell to Mei Lei and Yuan.
As soon as Qiao Enen left, Mei Lei suddenly blurted out, "Unreasonably overly enthusiastic..."
"Huh?" Yuan, hearing Mei Lei's words, also felt confused. Logically, shouldn't Qiao Enen have gone to the president immediately?
"But it's understandable," Mei Lei said to Dongfang Yuan with an air of experience. "After all, this is where the prince and knight are going to duel. We all need to be constantly on guard against the other side tampering with things in the haunted house."
This duel will be a life-or-death battle! Dongfang Yuan felt a chill run down her spine.
"There's something else you might not know. Something terrifying happened in this haunted house ten years ago." Mei Lei's expression was solemn. She leaned close to Dongfang Yuan's ear and whispered something, and Dongfang Yuan's face immediately turned pale.
"People...people died?!"
Ten years ago, several teenagers died mysteriously in this house. It remains a major unsolved case to this day. After that incident, the long passage of time was enough to erase people's memories. People from that time no longer mentioned it, and now very few people know about it. Do
Bai Cao, Qian Xiyao, and Wan Suya know about this? They probably all knew, but why choose this place...? Dongfang Yuan was momentarily confused.
A duel, a plot to seize the throne, and now the shadow of death—these three combined made it almost impossible for Yuan to cope naturally.
"Luckily you didn't go in as ghosts, otherwise anything could have happened," Mei Lei chuckled, patting Dongfang Yuan's shoulder.
Dongfang Yuan forced a smile.
But a moment later, a bandaged "zombie" ran out of the haunted house. The "zombie" anxiously told Dongfang Yuan and Mei Lei, "The headless knight seems to have food poisoning! Is there anyone who can replace him?"
Food poisoning? Yuan and Mei Lei exchanged bewildered glances.
"Yuan, go replace him," a gentle voice rang out as Ning Miling arrived at the haunted house with her subordinates. "They're collecting tickets outside; you can help Mei Lei."
Dongfang Yuan silently looked at Ning Miling, who returned a faint, elegant smile.
Ning Miling, who should have been by the prince's side at all times, was also here.
Dongfang Yuan glanced at the dark, haunted house, clenched her fists, and mustered her courage to say, "Okay, let's go change."
Mei Lei tugged at Yuan's sleeve, seemingly sensing that something bad was about to happen.
"...Go too..."
"No, no need, Mei Lei." Yuan had already gleaned something from Ning Miling's dignified and delicate smile.
"I absolutely cannot implicate her. Even if it means entering the haunted house and dying here.
" "Oh. Then I'll trouble you, Dongfang Yuan." Ning Miling's eyes curved into a smile, her curly hair fluttering in the wind.
Not far away, two figures stood in the shadows, watching the events unfold at the haunted house entrance.
"President, aren't we going to play the hero and save the damsel in distress? She might never return." One of them, Qiao Enen, leaned almost against the boy behind her.
Qian Xiyao's eyes gleamed behind his glasses as he retorted to Qiao Enen, "Are you surprised you're interested in Dongfang Yuan?"
Qiao Enen turned her head, gazing at the boy's exceptionally handsome face, a cruel smile playing on his lips. She knew what that smile meant.
Qian Xiyao disliked jealous women.
He held many women in a corner of his heart, but never allowed any one person to completely possess him.
Once someone tried to cross that line, they would ultimately be ruthlessly abandoned.
She couldn't act like Mi Ling, because having been with Qian Xiyao for so long, she firmly believed that the girl's interest was only temporary. However, when she secretly arranged for Yuan to be just a ticket collector, and then sent herself to check on the haunted house, especially Dongfang Yuan's safety, an almost impossible illusion arose in her mind—that girl would be her biggest threat in the future.
If she admitted her jealousy now, perhaps the hand holding her waist would immediately withdraw; if she didn't admit it, Qian Xiyao would never believe she could be so innocent.
"Yes, a little bit." She kissed Qian Xiyao's lips, and Qian Xiyao turned slightly, leaving only a fleeting, warm kiss for Qiao Enen.
In the dimly lit haunted house, Dongfang Yuan had only been inside for a short while when she almost tripped and fell. "Huff, huff!" She breathed heavily, and when she looked back, the person who had said they would take her to the Headless Horseman had vanished into thin air.
Then several men and women appeared in front of her, surrounding her, and several girls were holding dark DV cameras.
"Dongfang Yuan, we've finally waited for you." The leader of the boys grinned menacingly, reaching out his hand to Dongfang Yuan.
Sure enough—Yuan turned to run away, but the others grabbed her with lightning speed. In an instant, a gag was firmly stuffed into her mouth, her hands were bound behind her back with rope, and then the group pushed open a hidden door, dragging her inside.
Behind the hidden door was a secret room designed like a bridge. The leader of the boys approached Dongfang Yuan, pinched her chin, and said viciously, "Resisting is useless. This space is specially designed as a soundproof room. You'll have your fun in a bit." With that, he pulled out a small knife and began unbuttoning Yuan's school uniform, one button at a time, as the surrounding men and women let out lewd laughter.
She had been somewhat prepared, but she never expected such humiliation. Dongfang Yuan's eyes instantly filled with tears.
"Oh! She's crying!" Seeing Dongfang Yuan's tears dripping onto the knife, the boys became even more excited. "Don't blame her, she only has herself to blame for provoking the wrong person. She wants to make her wish she were dead."
*Swish*—Dongfang Yuan's top was slashed open, her upper body completely exposed except for her bra. The necklace around her neck emitted a captivating glow in the darkness.
The boys' breathing became noticeably heavier, and someone prepared to tear off Dongfang Yuan's skirt.
"Ugh!" No! Dongfang Yuan struggled, but her struggles only fueled the beasts' lust.
"What a beautiful necklace!" one of the girls exclaimed in surprise, bending down to pull the necklace off Dongfang Yuan's neck.
No! That's for… Dongfang Yuan twisted her body, trying to avoid the girl's outstretched hand, but even if she avoided that hand, countless other hands were already ravaging her body.
"Wow! She seems really angry!" "Wait a minute, she'll definitely have a blast!"… The noisy voices rang unrestrainedly in Dongfang Yuan's ears.
Previously, Dongfang Yuan would have compromised and given up, but now she suddenly had the courage; at least she wanted to protect that necklace, even if it was hopeless.
*Whoosh*—like a ghost, a figure flashed through the room, and in an instant, the girl's hand, which was about to tear off the necklace, was cleanly snapped. The girl's piercing scream immediately echoed through the secret chamber, startling the villains into a panic. The leader, barely retaining a shred of reason, roared, "Who's there? Sneaking around!"
"Ah!" Another scream came from a boy, who lay lifeless on the ground, his face contorted in pain.
The group of villains panicked even more. Some tried to escape through the door, but it seemed locked from the outside and couldn't be opened.
In the darkness, it seemed a wild beast was watching them intently.
The leader's expression froze, his hand gripping the knife trembling. "Thud!" The knife slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. This sound caused the remaining men to scream and collapse as well.
The stench of blood filled Dongfang Yuan's senses. Her hair was disheveled as she collapsed to the ground, her strength completely drained from her earlier struggle. People continued to fall and die around her, and she could only tightly close her eyes.
For some reason, the scene of Yan Yemin calling her flashed through her mind.
The screams of agony announced the arrival of a messenger from hell, calmly unleashing a massacre.
Who…? She shared the same question as the leading boy and the group of students who had already died.
As the last person died, the secret room fell into a deathly silence.
"Those filthy hands shouldn't have touched this necklace." The assassin, hidden in the darkness, revealed himself, not a drop of blood on his body.
Dongfang Yuan opened her eyes, and a strangely familiar young face came into view.
"Falcon…" She recognized the assassin from the darkness. She found it hard to believe that such a young man could kill so many people without showing any emotion.
Like a lifeless puppet, a killing machine, only when his gaze fell on the necklace did a trace of emotion appear.
A flash of cold light, and the leader's knife was embedded in the ground beside Yuan's face.
"You can report to the young master that she was killed before they could find her," the knife-wielding boy said coldly.
This was an unexpected stroke of luck, an opportunity to kill this woman.
With a gag still stuffed in her mouth, Yuan could only tell Falcon her fear with her eyes.
It turned out that Falcon's thoughts were even more terrifying than before.
Why did he want to kill her?
Yuan looked at Falcon in horror.
"Kill her with this knife, the young master should believe it, right?" Surprisingly, Falcon asked Dongfang Yuan, "The one you trust most."
The back of the knife traced along Yuan's face and neck; Dongfang Yuan was suffocating. She would probably suffocate to death before Falcon could even make a move.
Suddenly, Falcon tossed the knife aside, picked up Dongfang Yuan's coat, and draped it over her shoulders. His tone was even more terrifying than before: "Young Master is so clever, he definitely won't believe any lies. There's a better way, so Young Master can see someone being killed directly, without suspecting anything..."
What expression would Yan Yemin have if he saw someone being killed?
Would he think the dead were just a broken toy?
Just a toy, why would Falcon want to kill it?
-- Dongfang Yuan curled up, a rare look of despair on her face.
"Tonight, our lives will vanish along with yours." Falcon waved his right hand, and with some unknown magic, the corpses instantly turned to dust.

Falcon left the secret room, leaving Dongfang Yuan with only the smell of blood. Dongfang Yuan's hands and feet were bound, and her mouth was gagged. Her sobs echoed intermittently in the empty room, tears streaming down her face.
Crying was useless… This feeling of being at someone's mercy was awful… Countless school transfers, countless new classmates, countless times going from being ignored to being somewhat accepted—through these countless difficult adaptations, Dongfang Yuan gradually accepted her current situation. She wiped away her tears and looked around the secret room.
A dim light was on in the room, and by its faint glow, Yuan realized it was truly airtight; escape was impossible. Yuan couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself.
Falcon had destroyed all her means of communication with the outside world, trapping her in this small room, subjecting her to agonizing wait until death.
If Falcon still gave her a chance to speak, she would definitely ask why he had murderous intent.
Now, she had to fight for her life, even if it was only a one in a thousand chance.
She began to push the cloth strips with her tongue while twisting her whole body, trying to break free of the ropes binding her.
The Falcon's bindings were peculiar; they seemed loose at first, but the more she struggled, the tighter they became. Soon, the ropes were so tight she could hardly breathe; at their tightest, the ropes on her wrists and ankles were almost embedded in her flesh.
This pain caused Dongfang Yuan to start crying again, yet she continued to struggle.
She didn't want to die! As an ordinary person striving for survival, she was making her last effort.
Yan Yemin's devilish smile and alluring face kept replaying in her mind… Why did she have to keep thinking about that person and that face at the last moment?
Dongfang Yuan was on the verge of tears; she desperately wanted to erase that image with an eraser, yet she couldn't bear to.
Every time she thought of him, she seemed to have more strength to escape the clutches of death.
"Trying to escape, are you crazy?"
Suddenly, Falcon appeared in front of her, looking down at the girl who had fallen to the ground. In the Silent Eyes, the girl's self-harming attempts to break free from the ropes would ultimately lead to her strangulation. Why was this girl so determined? After all, in this hopeless room, she had already lost all chance of survival.
Yet, when his gaze fell upon the necklace around Dongfang Yuan's neck, his heart ached.
Even if the girl was innocent, but—for the young master…for the young master…he had to harden his heart!
Realizing Falcon's presence, Dongfang Yuan stopped struggling. Only then did she truly feel the pain coursing through her body.
Falcon was right; she had almost ignored the pain in her escape. She didn't shift her gaze to the ground, but instead bravely stared directly at Falcon. In the dim light, for a fleeting second, she felt a moment of hesitation, but it vanished instantly.
So much hatred…Dongfang Yuan understood this completely.
"Oh, I forgot you can't speak now." He bent down, his right hand gently touching Dongfang Yuan's throat.
It felt like something pierced her skin, a tingling sensation.
Poison?
Yuan's already pale face turned even paler.
Falcon removed the gag from Dongfang Yuan's mouth, loosened the ropes, and grinned maliciously, "You can't speak now."
The word "!" and a long string of words that followed almost burst forth, but suddenly caught in her throat.
... Dongfang Yuan tried to make a sound, but this only aggravated the numbness in her throat.
Ah! Why couldn't she speak? There were so many things she wanted to ask Falcon!
"Don't struggle anymore. You've been drugged; you can't speak." Falcon grabbed Dongfang Yuan's arm and pulled her up from the ground.
"In a moment, you'll see a spectacular duel. This will be the last time you see the prince." Surprisingly, Falcon reached out and smoothed Dongfang Yuan's disheveled hair and tattered clothes.
"...As for the young master, from now on, you'll never see him again."
Never again!
Falcon smiled at her, a rare occurrence.
Unbeknownst to them, darkness fell. Standing at the entrance of the haunted house, Mei Lei couldn't help but glance anxiously inside. Dongfang Yuan had been inside for quite some time; the alarm button placed in her hand hadn't gone off, and Yuan hadn't replied to her text messages. She asked the classmates standing at the exit if they had seen Yuan come out, but they all said they hadn't seen her. Later, she couldn't resist the urge to enter the haunted house several times, but Mi Lingren would always stop her, warning her not to leave her post easily.
Tch! She inwardly despised those who stopped her, and her usually cheerful face turned somewhat serious.
Yuan, is everything alright?
But she doesn't have the prince and knight badges; no one should dare to mess with her... unless... She glanced at the student next to her; that student's smile was almost a carbon copy of Mi Lingren's, and a chill ran down her spine.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Yuan sent another text message to Yuan. She thought that if Yuan didn't reply soon, she would risk her life to accompany her and storm into the haunted house.
But just as she made up her mind to break into the haunted house despite everyone's objections, a magnificent firework bloomed in the sky not far from the campus, as beautiful as a rose.
"Ah! The duel begins!" Mei Lei looked up at the firework that lasted only a few seconds in the night sky, seemingly seeing a glimmer of hope.
Things might take a turn for the better. Maybe those two could see what was happening to Yuan inside while they were competing.
A little while later, she heard a lot of noisy footsteps, mixed with screams. In the blink of an eye, the prince and knight arrived at the haunted house with their entourage!
This scene... Mei Lei pursed her lips and voluntarily stepped aside.
Under the radiance of Wan Suya and Qian Xiyao, even the moonlight paled in comparison.
Although the two were wearing the most ordinary school uniforms, their charm could not be contained by ordinary school uniforms.
Wan Suya's elegant face was blended into the hazy night, and the faint smile on her lips could almost make one's heart melt in an instant.
And Qian Xiyao's eyes reflected the coolness of the dark night, and the framed glasses on his nose gleamed with a cold light.
The so-called "Friendship First Duel," under the current atmosphere, felt more like a life-or-death struggle.
A clown dressed as the school's emcee cheerfully ran out to announce the rules: whoever got out of the haunted house first would win.
While the rules were being explained, several people whispered among themselves: "My friend played it today and couldn't get out. It's too eerie in there." "Ah, my classmate was carried out..."
"I heard that no one has been able to get out of here safely today," Qian Xiyao said to Wan Suya, a confident smile on his face.
"There will be someone today," Wan Suya replied calmly.
They spoke very little, and without saying anything more, stood together at the entrance of the haunted house.
Mei Lei, who had been huddled to the side, finally seized the opportunity and said to the two of them, "Yuan...Yuan is inside!"
Wan Suya's previously calm expression showed a hint of surprise and worry. She glanced at Ning Mi Ling, who was smiling in the crowd, and her brows furrowed.
Mi Ling...had arranged it?
Mei Lei was quickly pulled away by Mi Lingren, and Qian Xiyao, seeing this, suddenly thought of something even more interesting. As they entered the haunted house, where everything was dark, he suggested, "Don't you think this competition is boring?"
"Boring times are inevitable?" Wan Suya said, but her steps had already stopped.
"We have half the blueprint for the mechanism, half the blueprint for the mechanism. Getting out of this haunted house will be a piece of cake for the two of you. Why don't we change the competition format?" Qian Xiyao leaned close to Wan Suya's ear and whispered, "Whoever finds that girl first wins. Shouldn't the prince and knight have a higher-level competition?"
The girl… Dongfang Yuan… They both understood who the girl referred to.
"Okay," Wan Suya replied with the simplest two words. She parted ways with Qian Xiyao and walked deeper into the haunted house.
Qian Xiyao watched her figure disappear into the depths of the haunted house, then reached out and adjusted his glasses. That girl seemed to hold a very important place in Wan Suya's heart. An
interesting phenomenon.
If he had the chance, he really wanted to taste her.
"But first, I wish you a pleasant time, Your Highness."
Qian Xiyao smiled slightly and disappeared into the haunted house.
The deeper they went into the haunted house, the less they could find Yuan. Wan Suya's long brows furrowed more deeply, and her anxiety grew stronger with each passing moment.
Where...was Yuan?
Seeing Mi Ling's smile again should have made her realize: Mi Ling would do something harmful to Yuan...She's so smart, she couldn't be unaware of her unusual feelings for Yuan.
Completely consumed by anxiety, Wan Suya didn't notice that dozens of dark figures were flitting past like ghosts. Just as she passed three headless knights, they all simultaneously raised their axes and swung them straight down at their backs!

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