124: Chapter 124 Feiyu, don't you think...?

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire scene fell into a dead silence.

The candied hawthorn in Jiang Feiyu's mouth dropped to the ground with a "plop."

Murong Yun, even more so, stared at Ouyang Wanqing as if looking at a monster, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

You are the apple of the current Prime Minister's eye!

A top-tier noble daughter who usually needs a carriage for every outing and never lets her feet touch the mud!

And now you are actually volunteering to go to the Refugee Area outside the city, a place where even dogs refuse to linger?

Chen Shanzhi was also stunned.

He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

He scanned Ouyang Wanqing up and down with an extremely aggressive gaze.

"Miss Ouyang, are you running a fever?"

Chen Shanzhi said unceremoniously: "There is no pleasant scent of perfume there, only the stench of excrement and urine.

It is even filthier than the Caishikou inside the city.

If you come with me and ruin that moon-white dress of yours, I certainly cannot afford to compensate you."

Ouyang Wanqing met Chen Shanzhi's gaze without the slightest hesitation.

She even took a step forward, naturally.

The distance between them instantly shortened to a somewhat ambiguous degree.

"Chen Shanzhi, you underestimate me too much."

Ouyang Wanqing slightly lifted her chin, her stunningly beautiful face revealing an expression that was both dignified and stubborn:

"I am most fond of poetry. But since ancient times, one cannot write timeless masterpieces by locking oneself away."

She paused, her beautiful eyes fixed directly on Chen Shanzhi's, and said word by word:

" 'Essays are born of heaven, discovered only by a skillful hand.' If I do not see the full spectrum of life, if I do not step into the muddiest of worldly affairs,

how can I ever discover those 'heaven-sent essays' that stun the world?"

"If I want to write realistic poetry, I naturally must go to the most authentic places to see them."

Ouyang Wanqing's excuse was high-sounding and flawless.

She had directly used the very same ancient classic quote that Chen Shanzhi had used to show off previously to silence him.

After hearing this, Jiang Feiyu and Murong Yun nodded in sudden realization.

"So that's it! Sister Wanqing is truly dedicated to her poetry!" Jiang Feiyu said with an expression of admiration.

Everyone believed it, except for Chen Shanzhi, whose mouth twitched imperceptibly after hearing this.

He looked at Ouyang Wanqing, and beneath her calm, water-like eyes,

was hidden a trace of stubbornness that seemed to say, "I am going to follow you and see exactly what secrets you are hiding."

He suddenly felt a bit helpless.

Chen Shanzhi chuckled, not exposing her, and turned to walk away with long strides:

"Your legs are on your own body; follow if you want. Just don't vomit when we get there."

A trace of smug satisfaction flashed in Ouyang Wanqing's eyes, and she lifted her skirt to follow him elegantly.

...

Watching the figures of Chen Shanzhi and Ouyang Wanqing walking side by side as they gradually disappeared around the street corner,

Shen Lingfu, who had been standing at the back of the crowd without a word, saw her expression turn somewhat gloomy.

Her eyes, usually pure and lively, were now fixed intently on the direction in which the two had left.

Deep within her eyes flashed a cold glint of extreme jealousy and unwillingness.

Her small fists beneath her sleeves clenched involuntarily.

Yesterday evening, while she was patrolling Caishikou,

she had inadvertently caught a glimpse of Chen Shanzhi and Ouyang Wanqing standing extremely close to each other in that secluded alley.

The two were face-to-face, seemingly whispering something extremely secret!

Because she feared Ouyang Wanqing's cultivation at the Xuanguan Eleven Apertures, Shen Lingfu did not dare to get too close to eavesdrop.

But seeing what just happened...

A Prime Minister's Mansion daughter with such mysophobia like Ouyang Wanqing would actually be willing to go to a lowly place like the Refugee Area just to follow Chen Shanzhi?

And using poetry as an excuse? Who is she trying to fool!

Shen Lingfu bit her red lips.

These two definitely have something going on!

A nameless, wicked fire raged in Shen Lingfu's heart.

You must know, in the first three years at the Academy,

Chen Shanzhi followed behind her like a dog every single day!

As long as she gave him a flirtatious glance or pretended to trip so he would catch her, the soul of this Heir to the Marquis of Zhenguo would be completely hooked by her.

But after this semester started, this Chen Shanzhi was like a completely different person!

Not only did his martial arts strength skyrocket like a rocket, he wouldn't even give her a single glance!

Now, not only does he ignore her, but he has actually hooked up with...

A woman like Ouyang Wanqing, who is usually aloof and wouldn't even look at him directly?

Why?

A toy that I, Shen Lingfu, have discarded, no one else is allowed to take!

A gleam of extremely morbid excitement flashed in Shen Lingfu's eyes.

She actually did not like Chen Shanzhi at all.

What she truly enjoyed was seducing a man that someone else loved and snatching him away from them.

Then making that person turn into a lapdog under her, someone she could summon at will and dismiss at whim.

This sense of accomplishment made her feel ecstatic from head to toe every time.

Especially when thinking about if she could snatch a man away from the hands of a heaven-favored daughter like Ouyang Wanqing...

That sense of accomplishment made Shen Lingfu's whole body tremble slightly every time she thought about it.

Only...

Shen Lingfu forced herself to calm down, her eyes flickering slightly.

The power of the Prime Minister's Mansion was too great; it was simply not something that the Treasure Pavilion behind her could contend with.

If Ouyang Wanqing really had taken a liking to Chen Shanzhi, given the shrewdness and capabilities of this Prime Minister's daughter,

if she tried to snatch him by force, she would definitely be played to death.

"I cannot act recklessly; I must use a borrowed knife to kill..."

Shen Lingfu's brain worked at high speed, her gaze scanning the surroundings.

That kid Murong Yun, as soon as he saw Chen Shanzhi leave,

had already slipped away into the nearby tavern to slack off.

And left in place was only that heartless foodie, Jiang Feiyu.

She was picking up the dirt-covered candied hawthorn from the ground with an expression full of regret.

She wiped it with her sleeve, then stuffed it back into her mouth, licking the candied coating with delight.

Target, locked.

The corners of Shen Lingfu's mouth curled into an imperceptibly cold sneer.

A stupid woman like this, whose head is filled only with food, is the easiest to use as a pawn.

And while others might not see it, she certainly could.

This woman, Jiang Feiyu, actually had feelings for Chen Shanzhi deep down.

It was just unclear why she had never revealed it to Chen Shanzhi in all these years at the Academy.

But well...

Shen Lingfu took a deep breath, and her previously gloomy expression changed instantly.

A perfect smile, extremely pure, innocent, and even carrying a hint of worry, was once again hung upon her fair face.

She took light steps and walked quickly to Jiang Feiyu's side.

"Feiyu..."

Shen Lingfu tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice sounding soft and weak.

Her eyes looked at Jiang Feiyu with some conflict, as if she wanted to say something but held back.

"Hmm? What is it, Lingfu?" Jiang Feiyu asked, her cheeks puffed out, speaking indistinctly.

Shen Lingfu sighed slightly, her gaze turning toward the direction where Chen Shanzhi had left.

In an extremely low voice, as if she were standing up for a friend, she said wistfully:

"Feiyu, you have ever felt... that Sister Wanqing has been getting a bit too close to Chen Shanzhi lately?"