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It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say he was a stranger; this man's eyes bore a striking resemblance to those of Consort Rong! She felt as if she had seen similar eyes somewhere else before. This exceptionally handsome face captured all of Song Feiwan's attention.
With a full forehead, long sideburns, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and pale thin lips, he was breathtaking. Above the bridge of his nose was a small black mole, like the finishing touch on an ink wash painting.
Not only was his appearance remarkable, but his demeanor also exuded an air of noble elegance, as if he were a celestial being descended to earth, captivating all who beheld him. She had never encountered such a handsome man before and even thought it might be an illusion. It wasn't until she blinked several times and confirmed that he was still there that she realized it was real!
A thief had entered her bridal chamber!
Song Feiwan felt her vision darken for a moment. With so many guests outside and servants patrolling the Wang residence, how had he managed to get in?
In preparation for her wedding today, the Prince's residence was adorned with lights and decorations, bustling with activity. From the bed curtains to the brocade quilt and jade pillow covers, everything was made of bright red silk. The quilt was embroidered with colorful threads depicting vivid mandarin ducks.
That man was now lying on her wedding bed, his long hair spread out and his posture relaxed as if he were in his own room! A quick glance confirmed his tall stature; broad shoulders and long arms were clearly visible. He had removed the outer garment made of cloud-patterned silk and hung it aside, wearing only an inner robe that subtly revealed his muscular physique.
This relaxed demeanor suggested he felt completely at home!
Song Feiwan's shock transformed into silent anger. She tucked her hand into her sleeve and grasped the silver needle she always kept close. The man turned his phoenix-like eyes toward her and spoke coldly, "What do you intend to do to me?"
His voice was deep and magnetic, resonating in her ears like a soothing melody. However, Song Feiwan couldn't afford to appreciate it; her eyes widened in disbelief!
"Zhuozi? How is it you?!"
Such a superior voice, she could never mistake it! The shape of the eyes and the stature matched perfectly! After their last encounter at the lantern festival, she regretted not being able to see the man's true face. She never expected that their next meeting would be in her bridal chamber!
Who on earth is he? Why is he in the Prince of Qi's residence? Is he being manipulated by someone?
Song Feiwan could hardly focus on admiring his beauty, her mind swirling with confusion. The man sat up in bed, the red silk quilt sliding down to his waist.
His thin inner garment clung to his well-defined muscles, the contours of his chest and abs subtly visible. Song Feiwan silently chanted "do not gaze inappropriately," trying her best to keep her eyes on his face.
Yet, her gaze inadvertently flickered to the small mole on the tip of his nose, and her heart felt as if it had been lightly brushed by a feather.
"I am not Zhuozi," he said, still speaking with that arrogant tone.
Song Feiwan sensed something was off about him compared to their previous encounters, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
"Then who are you?" she pressed.
The man furrowed his sword-like brows, seemingly at a loss. "I don’t know."
"You don’t even know who you are? Are you mocking me?"
He seemed to have run out of patience, coldly commanding, "Leave. I want to rest."
Song Feiwan was no better off than him. Infuriated yet amused, she pulled a chair over and sat down, her tone even colder than his.
"You want me to leave? You need to understand this: this is my room."
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