201 The Ill-Fated Lady—Feng Rushuang I (2/2)

Feng Rushuang would never forget the things that had happened the day when she was still young and naive, she had accidentally barged into the Southern Bamboo Grove.

Suddenly, a young master in a white robe with a zither in his hands came into sight. He looked enchantingly stunning as if a deity had descended from the sky.

At that very moment, the state preceptor had entirely taken hold of her heart. He had a place in her heart that no one else could have. Her life was meaningless if she could not marry the state preceptor.

”Shuang'er, listen to me. I met the state preceptor the other day…” Liu Rong gritted her teeth, a dull ache gnawed at her heart.

Feng Rushuang's body stiffened, a glint of astonishment shone in her eyes.

”I have even brought up a proposal of marriage.” Liu Rong took a deep breath.

”What did the state preceptor say?” Feng Rushuang's eyes flooded with tears as she asked anxiously. She had totally forgotten about her current situation.

”He said that you are so talented and gorgeous, he likes you too. He is thrilled to take you to be his wife. However…” A light flashed across Liu Rong's eyes.

'For real? The state preceptor likes me?'

”What is it about?” Radiant with joy, Feng Rushuang clenched her fists hard.

”He told me that he hates Feng Ruqing just as much as we hate her. If we could end her life for him, he would marry you.”

Hearing this, the joy on Feng Rushuang's face vanished without a trace.

”Mother, are you lying to me? With his strength, Feng Ruqing is nothing but a piece of cake. If he hates her, why he would he want us to do this for him?” Feng Rushuang pursed her lips.