Xie Jin Yan curled his lips and shook the invitation in his hand at her. "Shijie, that's a strange question. Of course, I walked in with my feet."

He raised the corners of his mouth, his handsome face filled with sarcasm in his dark eyes, and sneered, "Did you think the Rongguo Duke's Mansion would fall out with me for the sake of a mere cousin?"

"My dear shijie, you're too naive..."

Xie Jin Yan smiled provocatively, his eyebrows full of arrogance.

That expression made Yu Qingwu burn with anger.

She never thought that the Rongguo Duke's Mansion would fall out with Xie Jin Yan for her sake, but she also didn't expect that her soft-boned uncle could be so useless.

His future daughter-in-law was ruined by someone, yet he could still treat the other party as a guest of honor.

This kind of shameless behavior, unprecedented and unmatched, could only be done by Shen Zongyuan.

Xie Jin Yan was able to walk freely in the mansion, probably with Shen Zongyuan's tacit approval.

Feeling disgusted in her heart, Yu Qingwu looked up at Xie Jin Yan, suppressing her disgust and fear, and replied with a charming smile, "So, Your Highness the Crown Prince brazenly barged into my boudoir in broad daylight, disregarding the rumors, just to say these mocking words?"

As she spoke, Yu Qingwu hooked her hands around Xie Jin Yan's neck, deliberately bringing her ugly face, covered with hideous scars, closer.

She feared Xie Jin Yan, but she also knew best how to disgust a man who had long indulged in pleasure.

Her small hands slowly stroked the man's ears, eyebrows, and jaw.

Her fingertips touched his skin, causing a tingling itch, and Xie Jin Yan's body trembled, his eyes suddenly darkening.

*Bang*, a muffled sound.

Before Yu Qingwu could react, the man grabbed the back of her head and pinned her against the corner of the wall.

Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

Looking at that handsome and gentle face, Yu Qingwu was stunned. This bastard, wasn't he disgusted?

Yu Qingwu frowned and tried hard to push him away.

However, it was already too late.

Xie Jin Yan was like a wolf that had been starved for a long time, rushing forward to bite and tear at the slightest smell of blood.

Throughout the whole process, Yu Qingwu was extremely frightened. She didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that someone would suddenly break in.

She didn't know how long it took before Xie Jin Yan slowly released her, got up and sat on the edge of the bed to put on his clothes, his expression filled with satisfaction, and the warmth still lingering in his phoenix eyes.

He tidied his disheveled collar, his eyes smiling, gently glancing at the woman's chapped lips, his voice hoarse and seductive, and said in a low voice, "Shijie is very proactive today."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince really isn't picky!" Yu Qingwu glanced at him coldly, her words full of sarcasm, put on her coat, and walked weakly to the dressing table to put on makeup.

Xie Jin Yan chuckled, noncommittally, "If shijie thinks so, then it is so."

Yu Qingwu ignored him and only picked up a comb to redo her hair.

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door.

Yu Zhu's voice came from outside, as if knowing someone was inside, she timidly called out, "Cousin, the banquet is about to begin. The Duke is calling you to the front hall."

"I know. Tell my uncle that I'll be there after I freshen up." Yu Qingwu replied indifferently, raised her hand and inserted a ruby gold hairpin into her bun, and then picked up a brush to apply makeup.

Xie Jin Yan sat in front of the bed, frowning at her, "Yu Qingwu, do you want your face to rot completely?"

He walked over, threw the writing brush in her hand on the ground with a cold face, took out a snow-white ceramic jar from his sleeve, and ordered in a deep voice, "Turn your face around."