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All for an heir.

Now, he dared not even pay respects to her grave. On the day of her death anniversary, all he could do was to burn three joss sticks in his room. Amidst the swirling smoke, the illusion of her eyes filled with condemnation were every so real. He owed her too much; a debt that could not be repaid in this lifetime.

The gut-wrenching betrayal he had committed all for an heir, but still, his sacrifices did not bring him an heir! He had taken control over his own life with his iron fist, but yet, the fangs of revenge continued to follow him, leaving wounds that would not heal for eternity.

Xuanyuan Cheng slowly put his hand down. At this moment, he felt as though his ambitions were shattered. 'All these years of painstakingly planning, schemes just to give you the very best… but your gaze is on somewhere else… why bother, why bother…'

He looked at his daughter with fear and anger in his eyes. In a trance, he thought, 'She hates me too… hate me then…'

”You are only concerned about your Brother Yue, but has your Brother Yue ever thought about you?” He calmed down and slowly walked towards her. ”Do you know why I have no children other than you? Do you know why your only brother died at infancy? Yun Er… It turns out you are also part of the cold-blooded royal family, but your coldness is only towards your father that loves you so much.”

”Ah…” Xuanyuan Yun stood there, paralyzed.

As the pair of father and daughter fought, Meng Fuyao eavesdropped from behind the wall gleefully.

With her ears upright, she meticulously identified the muffled sobbing sound from the residence opposite as a complicated expression filled with pain and joy hang on her face.

Behind her, Shadow Blade leaned on the wall, crossed-arm, beside the tree, his eyes filled with amusement. In the entrance further down stood Little An. The rest of the servants that were sent over by the Regent King were all stopped outside of the courtyard to allow her to carry out her deeds.

The sound of the door opening seemed rushed. Xuanyuan Cheng hurried out, his footsteps were elegant and solid. In his haste, his posture was tilted as he walked. An evil thought crept into Meng Fuyao's head, 'Could it be that he had a stroke?' But upon closer look, she realized that his footsteps were a little odd. Despite the speed, every step was solid. 'Could it be a martial art he has trained in?'

She should have gotten down immediately, but her curiosity made her stare longer than she should have as she tried to decipher Xuanyuan Cheng's martial arts. Seeing her there unmoved, Shadow Blade panicked as he rushed forward and hugged her leg, trying to pull her down.

Meng Fuyao refused as she clung onto the wall. Shadow Blade grabbed her leg. This girl, fresh out of the shower, wore only a thin dress in the cold. Even though the dress could cover her skin, the flowery scent of her skin could not be covered by it. Between the pieces of cloth, her white skin sparkled, tender and soft.

And so he hugged, not wanting to let go.

Meng Fuyao's attention was still focused on Xuanyuan Cheng as she carelessly patted his head like a little puppy, urging him to let go. Shadow Blade ignored her, and the absent-minded Meng Fuyao paid no heed. After all, she was still analyzing Xuanyuan Cheng's martial arts; something that seemed useful for her to break through the sixth level and third section of her ”Cleaving Nine Heavens”.

Then she felt something tightened around her kneecap.

As though something was stuck to it.

Slightly cooling, she could feel the silky smooth skin even with the thin piece of dress between them a little itchy too. A certain someone had too long eyelashes and had managed to tickle her knee despite her dress. It reminded her of the flower petals that would gently flutter and float on peaceful water during springtime, with not an ounce of its beauty diminished.

Meng Fuyao heart fluttered too, and it was soon followed by fits of giggles as the eyelashes tickled her. As she laughed, he looked down and saw Shadow Blade gently hugging her leg with his face glued to her knee. She trembled a little, and the tiles on the wall rang quietly.

From afar, Xuanyuan Cheng immediately turned over.

Shocked, Meng Fuyao immediately jumped down, but she had totally forgotten that her leg was still in someone's embrace. With this jump, the force had silently pushed the still injured Shadow Blade over. Yet, he refused to let go of her leg and so, just like that, Meng Fuyao was too dragged down by him.

Meng Fuyao was a worrywart, to begin with, and as she fell down, she still recalled that the severe injuries on Shadow Blade's back were not healed—he could be her meat cushion. And so, she quickly turned and cushioned him. His body heavily pressed down on hers.

As he fell down, he could not control his weakened body, and his face landed right in front of Meng Fuyao's eyes. Meng Fuyao blankly stared at this face without any form of makeup, only the hair-do of a lady. But even so, his beauty was ever so stunning and breathtaking. She rolled her eyes and pushed him away, but Shadow Blade was still on her, panting slightly.

His scent rushed up to her nose. It wasn't the fragrance of a flower, yet it was more seductive than a flower fragrance. This man that belonged to the night had an air of mystery that surrounded one. His hand wrapped around her waist gently, not wanting to let go as he gazed into her eyes. Their legs intertwined, all their actions silently screaming 'entangled' at this very moment.

Fragrance wafted as they looked into each other's eyes.

A lifetime of loneliness, love to be forgotten at this moment.