Volume One, Chapter Five: She Needs a Profound Lesson

Feng Linlang had practiced martial arts since childhood and was accustomed to carrying a dagger sheathed in her short boots.

“Changle, calm down. If you start a fight with Hua Zhiyu, your parents and brother will surely scold you again,” Feng Linlang said as she handed the dagger to Changle, unable to hold back.

“If I were afraid of them, I wouldn’t have come today,” Changle said, weighing the dagger in her hand before flipping it over to hold it reversed. “Linlang, do you know what the name of the outfit she’s wearing today is?”

Naturally, Feng Linlang did not know.

Changle continued, “This dress is called ‘Pearl of the Sea.’ It’s made from the rare purple pearl my grandfather personally found in the Nether Sea, and my grandmother tailored it for me. It was their coming-of-age gift for me.”

“My grandfather and grandmother said that the name might be a bit common, but it perfectly reflects their feelings because I am their pearl.”

“Ah? Then how come the old Marquis and Marchioness’s gift is being worn by Hua Zhiyu?” Feng Linlang suddenly realized something and immediately stopped herself.

Changle curled her lips into a smirk. “Yes, how could the dress made by my grandparents be worn by Hua Zhiyu?”

It was obvious—it was because the Marquis and Marchioness of Chang’an were biased. They knew this was a coming-of-age dress prepared for Changle, yet they still gave it to Hua Zhiyu to wear.

To them, Hua Zhiyu was their most beloved daughter, a true treasure. Meanwhile, Changle, their own daughter, was treated like nothing.

Feng Linlang thought to herself, if Changle wants to vent her anger, so be it. She herself was nearly furious upon learning the truth.

At worst, when the Marquis and Marchioness of Chang’an come to reprimand Changle, she would simply take her away.

Wei Shuye stood beneath the corridor. Seeing Changle take the dagger and slowly descend the steps toward Hua Zhiyu and Lin Xinyan, he immediately became alert and quickly walked over.

Changle noticed Wei Shuye approaching briskly but did not stop.

This area was meant for women, and according to etiquette, men should not come here.

But Wei Shuye was the kind of person who, when cherishing someone, would disregard all social rules just to protect them wholeheartedly.

“Changle, this is Xinyan. I believe you know her,” Hua Zhiyu smiled slightly at Changle. “Xinyan knows she offended you last time and has come specifically to apologize.”

“Xinyan, please explain yourself properly to Changle,” Hua Zhiyu said.

Lin Xinyan pressed her lips together, looked up at Changle, and said firmly, “I know you’re Shuye’s fiancée, but I love him. I will never give him up to you.”

“Even if you’ve known each other for a long time, it doesn’t matter. In a relationship, the one who isn’t loved should be the one to step aside.”

Lin Xinyan spoke with great confidence, but Changle was stunned by her words.

How shameless and bizarre must one be to say something so self-righteous?

Is this the woman Wei Shuye likes?

No wonder Wei Shuye sounds so scatterbrained these days—they really are a match made in heaven.

Changle curled her lips coldly. “Lin Xinyan, not all bugs can become butterflies. Some bugs are born maggots.”

“I was just thinking that Qi Feirou especially loves to put others down and lift some up. How did someone like you even get allowed in?”

“Now I finally understand—it was Hua Zhiyu who brought you in, wasn’t it?”

Changle looked at Hua Zhiyu. Hua Zhiyu smiled gently. “Xinyan is my friend. This is my coming-of-age ceremony, and I invited friends to witness it. Even if her status is a bit low, my parents only think that I don’t judge friends by their background but by their character. They don’t look down on Xinyan because of that.”

“So I hope my sister won’t mind.”

Qi Feirou and her ilk always looked down on Changle’s friends as disreputable scoundrels, but Hua Zhiyu’s friends were forever praised in their mouths.

“The Marquis of Chang’an’s household has already accepted someone like you, so what kind of riffraff can’t they accept?” Changle sneered, her gaze landing on the dress Hua Zhiyu wore. “You should know this dress belongs to me, right?”

“Oh, you mean this dress?” Hua Zhiyu’s lips curled into a smile as she lightly touched the hem. “I just admired it a little, and my mother gave it to me. Do you think it looks good on me?”

Hua Zhiyu deliberately lifted part of the skirt slightly, casting a look at Changle full of challenge only she could see.

Changle laughed. “It looks good. How could it not?”

“But I think it looks better when you’re not wearing it.”

Changle stepped forward, the dagger in her hand spinning as she slashed off a whole section of the skirt.

Hua Zhiyu knew Changle was reckless when enraged, but she hadn’t expected her to be this mad—daring to tear her dress to shreds in broad daylight.

Hua Zhiyu clutched her clothes, shouting in panic as she quickly backed away. Changle chased after her, holding the dagger reversed.

“What are you doing!”

Lin Xinyan stepped forward and grabbed Changle’s wrist. Changle twisted her arm and could have broken free, but seeing Wei Shuye rushing over from the side, she suddenly changed her mind. With Lin Xinyan’s hand still on her wrist, she aimed the dagger at Lin Xinyan’s abdomen.

Lin Xinyan was shocked beyond belief. She never expected Changle to dare kill someone and instinctively shut her eyes tight.

The anticipated pain never came. Instead, her shoulder was enveloped in a warm, solid chest.

She opened her eyes in alarm and saw Wei Shuye gripping the dagger with his bare hand, blood trickling through his fingers.

“Shuye?” Lin Xinyan’s eyes reddened with a mix of surprise, joy, and pain.

Wei Shuye held Lin Xinyan protectively, forcibly twisting his hand holding the dagger and prying it from Changle’s grasp. The dagger clattered heavily to the ground.

Smack!

A sharp slap echoed.

The Marquis of Chang’an glared at Changle with a dark expression. “You bastard, what are you doing?”

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