Almost didn't have time to post... I got drag to work at the warehouse..so tired!!!

　　Editor : Minak Amie

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　　Thinking about his bitter fate, Feng Ming was once again being waited upon by his maids who were changing him into formal clothing.

　　He had on a painful expression while he changed. From time to time, he would reveal a pitiful appearance while giving off a depressing aura.

　　Rong Tian had wanted to accompany him to see Lady Yao Ye, but he was promptly refused.

　　“You are not allowed to approach me again today!” Feng Ming pointed his finger at Rong Tian’s nose, his eyes filled with grievance as if he had just been bullied.

　　Rong Tian laughed for a while and pulled him into an embrace. He then pinched his beautiful sulking face. “I wanted to help you rub the pain away, but you refused.” In front of the maids, he said in an audible voice, “Wait until you come back. I’ll lick it for you. I guarantee that you will not feel any more pain.”

　　Feng Ming completely understood that his dog mouth would not spit out ivory. He blushed in shame and struggled to free himself from the embrace. His hand went towards Rong Tian’s ears as if he wanted to pull them, and he resentfully said, “Don’t think that I will forget about this matter easily. When I come back, I will settle this debt with you.”

　　[TN: 狗嘴里吐不出象牙 : dog mouth would not spit out ivory – bad people will never say good things]

　　Snorting, he allowed Rong Hu to lead him away.

　　He gave off the illusion that he was completely dismissing Rong Tian’s words, but in his mind, he was secretly harbouring dark thoughts. He planned on taking advantage of Rong Tian’s feelings of guilt by finding the opportunity to top him tonight. After all, it was rare for him to have such an opportunity…

　　Arriving at the side hall’s entrance, he could see the exquisite and graceful figure of Lady Yao Ye.

　　She was dressed in simple, white silk, similar to the first time Feng Ming had met her. There was no excessive jewelry on her body, and only a wooden hairpin decorated her hair. But on the contrary, the simple ornament managed to increase her elegant appearance.

　　Feng Ming entered the hall.

　　“Mother.” He respectfully called out to her. Smoothening his clothes, he obediently stood at one side.

　　“You are finally here?” Her voice was smooth and pleasant, not at all like that of an aging mother’s.

　　“Yes.”

　　“Others can leave.”

　　Showing a complex look, Luo Yun answered with a heavy voice, “Subordinate obeys the Young Lord’s mother’s command.” He sent a meaningful glance towards Rong Hu.

　　Lady Yao Ye was Feng Ming’s mother and had also saved Rong Hu’s life before, causing him to become a bit dejected. Seeing Feng Ming signal for him to not worry, he eventually left together with Luo Yun.

　　Finally, within the room remained only Feng Ming and Lady Yao Ye.

　　Feng Ming breathed out and spoke, “Mother, that Wen Lan…”

　　“You still have the time to think about Wen Lan?” Lady Yao Ye turned around. 

　　Her almond-shaped eyes glared at him. Her graceful demeanor immediately flew away to high heaven. “Your face has already been thrown away at the Aman River. You’re fortunate I still allow you to call me Mother.”