Mo Qingli wrinkled her eyebrows in annoyance. “Can’t you see that I’m talking to the Fourth Consort right now?”

“Princess, please forgive me!” The maid kneeled with a thud, lowering her head to the ground. “This servant, she, she was worried. Please, Princess, forgive me!”

This further irritated Mo Qingli. Waving her hands, she said, “That’s enough. Whatever it is, tell me!”

“Replying to the Princess, the Prince left the residence this morning, and hasn’t returned since!” The maid stopped kowtowing but still remained on the ground, trembling with fear.

“You’re saying that Feng Qingjue hasn’t returned until now?” Feng Chenling asked in surprise?

The way that Mo Qingli saw it, this Feng Qingjue was not just any ordinary man, and had come to the Motian Dynasty with a hidden agenda. That night, when he had practically wrapped himself around Feng Chenling, Mo Qingli had known that his motives for coming here were dubious. However… if he hadn’t come to become betrothed, then what were his true intentions?

However, she didn’t believe that Feng Qingjue would cause much trouble.

“Wife, can you search for him?” Feng Chenling’s eyes brimmed with tears as he looked at Mo Qingli, his face filled with concern. “It’s already so dark. Feng Qingjue is only a young man. All by himself at a time like this, it’s not safe!”

He’s only a young man? Pah!

Thinking of the way that he had framed her in front of Feng Chenling, Mo Qingli felt her insides warm in fury. “There isn’t anyone safer than he is.”

As she spoke, Mo Qingli held Feng Chenling’s hand, ready to finally enact their wedding night. Unexpectedly, Feng Chenling shook off her hand instead. “Since Wife won’t go and look for Brother Feng Qingjue, then I will.”

Helpless, Mo Qingli could only reply, “Fine, then I’ll go!”

“Thank you, Wife.” Feng Chenling’s expression brightened again as he embraced her, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Chenling will wait for Wife to return!”

In the darkness of nightfall, only an occasional group of two or three people would travel by.

Mo Qingli inwardly cursed as she walked: That d.a.m.ned Feng Qingjue, this n.o.ble jiangs.h.i.+ ruler has already spent so long searching for you, how come you still haven’t shown yourself?

A gust of night wind blew past, and Mo Qingli instinctively wrapped her robes closer around her. Ever since she had entered this mortal body, she had needed to rest every night, and she found herself becoming sensitive to the cold as well.

“No—help me!”

From nearby, a sudden cry rang out. At first, Mo Qingli found herself uninclined to get involved. However, as the cries continued, she became more and more annoyed. Reluctantly, she restrained her body’s energy and silently moved towards the direction of the screams.

She wanted to see, at such a late time of night, exactly what kind of person was disturbing other people’s’ sleep.

In an isolated alleyway, a group of fat women laughed obscenely as they stared down on a delicate-looking young man.

“Little brother, come here. Let these elder sisters come and comfort you!”

“Don’t come over! Leave!” Feng Qingjue helplessly shouted, retreating backwards. Today he had been extremely out of luck. In the morning he had left the Princess’s residence to report back his findings to a few trusted confidants, and then left to stroll through the streets. However, he would have never thought that after browsing through the city, he had forgotten the way back.

And now, in the middle of the night, he had been cornered by these wolf-like women.

Feng Qingjue regarded the masculine women here in this matriarchal society with disgust. It could even be said that the women here were even stronger and powerful then the men back home.

This struggle would definitely not be an easy one to win. Feng Qingjue rapidly thought of a way to escape his current predicament!

Seeing the fat women advance closer and closer to him, Feng Qingjue’s heart filled with alarm!