Chapter 8: His Greed

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Fu Jinhe stared at Shang Xunhuan, who was filled with righteous indignation, and was momentarily taken aback. She rose as well and gently advised, “Master, there’s no need to be so angry. Though I have suffered much from misjudging others, timely damage control is still fortunate.”

Only then did Shang Xunhuan realize his own loss of composure. He coughed lightly and said, “I have always despised the heartless and treacherous, which is why I was a bit agitated.” With a tone full of conviction, he assured, “Miss Fu, rest assured, this matter is entrusted to the Yingxing Pavilion; there will be no mistakes.”

The progress was far smoother than she had imagined.

Fu Jinhe’s clear eyes flickered as she thanked Shang Xunhuan, “I am grateful, Master. But I do not know how to repay the kindness of Yingxing Pavilion.”

Shang Xunhuan leisurely twirled the black paper fan in his hand, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with charm and flirtation. “Seeing injustice, one draws the sword to help. Yingxing Pavilion always acts on impulse; Miss Fu need not bear it in mind.”

The Crown Prince was like a silent stone bridge, willing to endure wind, rain, and sun, only hoping that Miss Fu would pass by. How could he ask for anything in return?

Fu Jinhe smiled softly, dimples blooming like rosy clouds. “Then I shall remember your kindness. Should you ever need anything from the Grand Tutor’s Mansion, we will not refuse.”

“Very well, I shall take my leave.” Shang Xunhuan glanced sideways at the adjoining chamber and asked, “Miss Fu, wait a moment. I have a question—may I ask you something?”

“Please do,” Fu Jinhe replied.

Shang Xunhuan cleared his throat and inquired, “Miss Fu, now that you know the true heartless and cruel nature of your fiancé, what will you do about your engagement...?”

Just behind the partition, Xiao Xuanyin closed his eyes, concealing the emotions beneath his calm and noble demeanor. His finely sculpted chest rose and fell with a subtle tension that strangely evoked forbidden desire.

Fu Jinhe’s gaze turned cold and distant, like residual snow on a cliff. Without hesitation, she said, “I will find the right moment to break off the engagement.”

Xiao Xuanyin suddenly lifted his eyes, a storm of wild joy raging within. Waves of passionate heat slammed against his chest, setting his entire being aflame. He lightly licked his thin lips, a flush spreading unnaturally across his pale skin, his throat working hard to swallow.

To anyone witnessing this, it would be shocking to see the usually untouchable Crown Prince so consumed by desire, exuding an intoxicating aura.

“Well, well, well!” Shang Xunhuan was so excited he almost jumped. “Miss Fu, I’m glad you see reason. Cut ties decisively and don’t be swayed. To be frank, your fiancé is not worthy of you! Your future husband will surpass him by thousands of times!”

He was so moved he was nearly in tears.

The Crown Prince, a favored son of heaven, elegant and indifferent, yet his love for Miss Fu was fierce and irrational. Thus, he pined for her in lonely despair.

Today, he was overjoyed to glimpse a flicker of hope—could it be that heaven was moved by his devotion?

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Truly, sincere effort can move even metal and stone.

Though Fu Jinhe was puzzled by Yingxing Pavilion’s attitude toward her, she genuinely felt the goodwill Shang Xunhuan extended.

In stories, aside from close relatives, such people were almost nonexistent. The Crown Prince was the first; the pavilion master was the second.

She replied softly, “Thank you for your kind words, Master.”

Shang Xunhuan’s peach blossom eyes brimmed with laughter. Indeed, if Miss Fu truly became the Crown Princess, the Crown Prince would surely cherish her like a treasured gem.

He gestured politely, “I shall not keep Miss Fu from returning to your residence.”

Fu Jinhe nodded and gracefully descended the steps.

After a while, Shang Xunhuan hummed a tune as he approached another side chamber.

Xiao Xuanyin stood by a wooden window, watching Fu Jinhe descend from the pavilion.

Beneath his composed brows lay a fierce, almost predatory desire.

Fu Jinhe’s movements froze as she sensed a burning gaze locking onto her, nearly scorching her delicate skin.

She looked up but saw nothing unusual, then entered her carriage.

The carriage slowly pulled away, and Xiao Xuanyin stood firm as a pine tree, watching until it disappeared from sight.

After a moment, his expression darkened, a flash of blood-red passing through his eyes. “Send orders: act according to Miss Fu’s words five days from now.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” two black-clad figures emerged from the shadows and respectfully accepted the command.

A chill rose, and Shang Xunhuan shivered involuntarily.

The Crown Prince’s fury for his beloved carried the weight of a thousand pounds in every word.

Though Miss Fu’s relationship with Song Junyao had broken, the Crown Prince could take advantage of the opportunity—no, quietly and subtly draw near her, using any means necessary to win her heart.

He cast a glance at the refined Xiao Xuanyin, a smile gradually spreading.

From years of reading stories, he knew that men like the Crown Prince—so outwardly austere—were inwardly fiery and passionate.

If the Crown Prince truly won Miss Fu and married her as Crown Princess, he would likely want to fuse her into his very being, never letting go.

Kissing every inch of her delicate body, greedily savoring her sweetness.

Thunder and fire, gentle warmth and jade softness embracing her slender waist.

Ah, more thrilling than even his treasured spring palace paintings!

…

Time flowed like water, and five days passed.

At Yun Dian Mountain,

Snow blanketed the peaks, the icy wind sharp and biting.

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“Two hours past the appointed hour with Brother Song, why hasn’t that venomous woman Fu Jinhe appeared yet? She’s kept us waiting for no reason—she really deserves to die!” Zhao Yan’s legs trembled from the cold as he snarled.

Zhao Zimo rubbed his hands, full of puzzlement. “I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.