"Oh, so that's how it is! No wonder!"
She had worried for nothing.
The three chatted for a while, and by then, the fire at the shop had been put out by others.
However, the shop itself was destroyed.
At that moment, Zhou Baiyu looked at the neighbors who had helped extinguish the fire and the shop's employees, and asked with concern, "Are any of you injured?"
Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads.
"That's good. You've all worked hard tonight. This shop is gone, so be it. As long as you are all safe, that's what matters. Since the fire is out, you don't need to worry about it anymore tonight," Zhou Baiyu said calmly.
After listening, everyone sighed. It was unclear whether it was regret or something else. In a moment, everyone dispersed.
"Li'er, Your Highness, you should also go back and rest early."
After everyone left, Zhou Baiyu turned to the Cold King and his wife.
"Alright, Uncle Yu, you go rest too!" Leng Ruo Li replied readily. Then she tugged at Jun Mohan's sleeve, turned, and used her Qing Gong to fly to the roof of a building on the other side of the street, disappearing from Zhou Baiyu's sight.
Zhou Baiyu watched the departing figures of the Cold King and his wife and shook his head.
Meanwhile, at Prime Minister Qin's mansion.
Qin Xixue was so happy that her father had sent people to burn down the Yue Meiren Accessories shop that she couldn't sleep. She had no idea that misfortune was about to befall her.
However, after leaving, the Cold King and his wife did not return to the Cold King's manor immediately. Instead, they sneaked into Prime Minister Qin's mansion.
Afterward, the couple successfully avoided the Qin mansion's hidden guards and found Qin Xixue's courtyard.
"Li'er, how do you plan to retaliate against this Qin Xixue tonight?"
Jun Mohan asked curiously.
"Heh heh, guess!"
Leng Ruo Li playfully winked her large eyes at Jun Mohan.
"You're not going to scare her with the ghost mask, are you?" Jun Mohan guessed casually.
"No. If I scared her with the ghost mask and she went mad from fear, wouldn't that be too easy for her? I want her to be perfectly aware and enjoy the strange looks from everyone around her."
Leng Ruo Li smiled faintly as she said this, the smile not reaching her eyes.
"Then what do you intend to do..."
Jun Mohan couldn't fathom Leng Ruo Li's plan.
"You'll know soon."
As Leng Ruo Li spoke, she crept to the outside of Qin Xixue's room window and peeked inside.
She saw Qin Xixue lying on her side in bed, a smug smile on her lips, lost in thought.
Leng Ruo Li took out two masks from her sleeve, gave one to Jun Mohan, and then they quickly put them on. They flashed through the window into the room, not making a sound, and sprinkled a handful of powder on Qin Xixue.
Unsuspecting, Qin Xixue inhaled the air containing the powder and soon fainted.
Next, Leng Ruo Li took out a silver needle from her sleeve and pricked a large character on each side of Qin Xixue's beautiful face.
Half an hour later, after finishing the characters on Qin Xixue's face, she applied a medicinal liquid to them, making the characters permanent.
Jun Mohan was speechless at Leng Ruo Li's actions. What was this move? Pricking two large characters on Qin Xixue's face, this woman would probably never dare to show her true face again in her life.
Then, she and Jun Mohan quietly left and soon found Prime Minister Qin's room, only to discover that he was not there.
Immediately, Leng Ruo Li seized a servant from Prime Minister Qin's courtyard and interrogated him about the Prime Minister's whereabouts. The two then quickly found the room where Prime Minister Qin was.
At that moment, he was being intimate with his concubine.
"My Lord, I thought you weren't coming tonight?"
"Heh heh, if I didn't come, could you sleep?" Prime Minister Qin teased wickedly.
"Mmm, my Lord, you are so wicked!"
The concubine gently pushed Prime Minister Qin's chest with her index finger and chided him playfully.
"Haha, I was dealing with some matters tonight, so I was late." Prime Minister Qin explained briefly.
"Mmm, my Lord, you are so busy every day, you must take care of your health."
The concubine solicitously cared for him.
"Heh heh, don't worry! Your Lord's body is not that weak. He still has more than enough energy to be affectionate with you, little vixen." Prime Minister Qin said with a sly grin.
As he spoke, he began to touch the concubine suggestively.
The Cold King and his wife, hidden in the shadows, found this scene utterly disgusting.
Leng Ruo Li sprinkled another handful of powder, adding fuel to their fire, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became more amorous.
"Hahaha..."
"Tonight, I'll let you fight until you can't anymore."
Leng Ruo Li glanced at Prime Minister Qin and his concubine inside the room, a cunning smile playing on her lips, and immediately left with Jun Mohan.
On the way, Jun Mohan looked at Leng Ruo Li with curiosity and asked, "Li'er, what kind of powder did you just sprinkle into Qin Zhihong's room?"
"Hehuan San! Hahaha..."
Jun Mohan was immediately speechless. As expected, when his wife made a move, there was never any good.
The next morning, in the summer dawn, the sun rose, and a ray of morning light pierced through the window, playfully falling on Qin Xixue's face, causing her pain. She woke up from the discomfort and slowly opened her eyes.
"Ow, why does my face hurt so much?" Qin Xixue muttered to herself.
She raised her hand to touch her face and found a sticky green substance. Instantly, she screamed in terror, "Ah!"
At that moment, her maid happened to arrive outside her room to wake her up.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
"Miss, are you awake? This servant is here to serve you..."
Before the maid could finish speaking, Qin Xixue rushed out of the room.
"Mi Xin, look at my face, what happened?" Qin Xixue asked her, full of panic.
Upon hearing this, the maid Mi Xin looked up and was also startled, almost spilling the water she was holding onto Qin Xixue.
"Miss, your face, why has your face become like this?" The maid Mi Xin's eyes widened as she stared at Qin Xixue's face.
"What? What's wrong with my face?" Qin Xixue asked anxiously.
"Miss, Miss, on your face, on your face, two words have been written." The maid stammered her reply.
"What? What words?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Xixue hurried to the dressing table to look into the bronze mirror. When she saw the tattoos on her face, she screamed again.
"Ah..."
"Ghost!"
"Ghost!"
The maid, who had followed Qin Xixue into the room, quickly put down the basin of water she was holding and rushed to hug Qin Xixue.
"Miss, Miss, that's not a ghost, that's your own face!" The maid shouted to remind her.