Chapter 40: I Have Been Waiting for You for a Long Time (5)

Changge Yue arched a brow, her lips curling into a mocking smile. She gave a faint snort, "You flashy peacock, is there a problem? A grown man wearing makeup..." Seeing Feng Shang’s expression darkening to the point of freezing, she curled her lip, "Why the anger? Oh! Don't tell me that dead-man face of yours is natural and not painted on?"

A pretty-boy like him needed a cure! And to think a grown man, a violent and bloodthirsty freak at that, would dress himself in such garish red.

Calling him a flashy peacock was being polite!

Watching Feng Shang’s fury mount, Changge Yue felt a surge of wicked delight. She spoke up again, "What, you can try to kill me but I can't insult you? If you've got the guts, use your words instead of your hands!"

Just as Changge Yue expected Feng Shang to explode with rage, he instead sheathed the soft sword at his waist. A strange smile played across his face, "Very well, woman. I find I can’t bear to let you die just yet." What awaited her would be a fate worse than death.

Feng Shang’s smile was like that of a demon emerging from the dark of night, mesmerizing and disorienting. His thin lips parted, whispering words that were lethal yet bewitching, leaving a flicker of genuine terror in Changge Yue’s heart.

Feng Shang raised a brow, and four figures descended from the dark, cold pool—the very same four shadow guards. With a muffled grunt, Feng Shang commanded, "Throw her in."

Changge Yue bit her lip as the four shadows lunged, instantly binding her limbs. With a splash, she was cast into the frigid depths of the pool.

After choking on several mouthfuls of icy water, she finally managed to surface, only to find her limbs bound in a spread-eagled position. Her entire body was in full, inescapable contact with the biting, freezing water.

The black silk binding her was made of some unknown material; the more she struggled, the tighter it cinched.

Feng Shang walked to the edge of the pool, watching her soak in the freezing water, yet his rage remained unquenched.

This woman actually dared to call him a flashy peacock!

"Let her soak for two days," Feng Shang declared before turning to the guards. "If you lose her, don't bother coming back."

The shadow guards exchanged glances, suppressing their shock. Lose her? How could they? Since when had the Prince become so cautious?

Within a few breaths, Feng Shang returned to the inner chamber of the Zhenbao Pavilion.

Zui Qingfeng was waving his feather fan, waiting impatiently. "Shang, why were you gone so long? You didn't just finish her off, did you?"

Feng Shang shot him a look, and Zui Qingfeng immediately clamped his mouth shut. After a long silence, he asked tentatively, "Well? How was it? She was dressed in white—she must have been a beauty!"

Feng Shang arched a brow. A beauty? That face wasn't just frightening; it was nauseating.

The thought made him sit down in his chair, fuming. He was disgusted that he hadn't actually vomited at the sight of that face! He frowned, annoyed that he hadn't felt more revulsion toward Changge Yue. That hideous woman had been clinging to his neck like a dead bear!

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He crushed the teacup in his hand and stood up abruptly.

Zui Qingfeng instinctively stepped back three paces, fearing a beating. "If you did it, you did it. I wouldn't dare judge you. At worst, just marry her into the Prince Feng residence; it's not like we're short of a bowl of rice."

Feng Shang glared at him fiercely and bellowed, "Someone! I need to bathe!" Yes, that was the feeling—disgust, revulsion. Thinking this, a smile touched his lips. This was the real him!

Zui Qingfeng’s eyes widened. A bath in broad daylight?