Chapter 1284: Chapter 1279: His Daughter is for Others to Hold?

Chen Ruobai extended his slender and fair fingers, gently smoothing out the crease between Xiao Muyan’s brows, and whispered softly, “If he didn’t die once, why not just kill Xiao Yu again and get it over with?”

“Do you have confidence, Princess?” Xiao Muyan’s frown did not relax at her touch; instead, it deepened. “Chu Yihan saved Xiao Yu and is keeping it secret for now, surely waiting for the right moment. Besides, with so many masters at his side, even the Shadow Guards are hard to deal with. Plus, the Silver Moon Pavilion… Our corpse gu will probably have difficulty breaking in to directly kill Xiao Yu.”

Moreover, the military forces had only just started to recover, and it was not yet time to openly wage war against the Great Cheng Dynasty. They could not afford to clash with Chu Yihan, startling the snake in the grass and giving him a legitimate reason to eliminate her, the Xiao family’s Second Young Master.

Chen Ruobai seemed to have anticipated this; she chuckled lightly, “If we can’t directly break in, then let them crumble from the inside out.”

“From the inside out?”

Xiao Muyan’s eyes lit up immediately. “Do you have a plan, Princess?”

Chen Ruobai’s gaze was cold, steady, and decisive. “In Chu Yihan’s residence, isn’t Rong Sheng the one who listens to them the least now?”

“Rong Sheng?”

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In Prince Chu Yifeng’s courtyard, after playing with Chu Xi for half the day, he returned exhausted, with the girl already asleep with her finger in her mouth. Chu Yifeng said to Ah Hong, “Children really are full of energy; Your Highness can’t keep up with her.”

After all, he was the esteemed Eighth Prince, the Silver Moon Pavilion Master. No other affair had ever worn him down like this, but playing with his daughter had managed to do just that.

Seeing sweat on his forehead, Ah Hong stepped forward with concern, “Let me hold the Miss for you.”

“Get lost.”

Chu Yifeng glared at him. He might grumble, but was his daughter someone just anyone could hold?

Only he could hold her!

Ah Hong sheepishly retracted his hand and fell silent.

Indeed, one couldn’t expect his master to become a normal person.

Chu Yifeng put Chu Xi to bed and then haphazardly ate something himself. He planned to clean the sweat off his body with a bath before joining Chu Xi to sleep, but just as he emerged from the bath, a woman with a graceful figure appeared under the light of the lamp.

Without the heavy scent of rouge or vulgar powder, the air was filled with the fragrance of medicinal herbs. The entire room, because of the woman’s presence, became clear and serene, as if transported to the realm of immortals.

Chu Yifeng’s motion of dressing himself stopped abruptly, his memories piercing back through many years to the first time he had seen a young Rong Sheng. It was a similar scene.

She wore a white dress, standing behind the screen, her tall and slender figure faintly visible, her elegant neck, every inch of her exuding a disdain for the mundane world, like a banished immortal.

Back then, they called her Princess Rong Sheng.

Respected, yet feared.

But he was not afraid.

For he too was a prince, and a prince seeing a princess was like seeing one’s own little sister, wasn’t it?

He had naturally walked past the screen to look at Rong Sheng at that time.

He still remembered the shock of that encounter, feeling utterly unworthy.

Even now, he thought himself truly someone who had defiled Rong Sheng.

Chu Yifeng’s lips quirked up in a cold and mocking tone, “What wind brings you today? Is Doctor Rong here to kill Your Highness, or to kill Your Highness’s daughter?”

He came out of the bathroom lazily, knowing that the visitor was Rong Sheng, and he couldn’t even be bothered to dress properly, appearing bare-chested.

Rong Sheng’s indifferent gaze fell on him, sizing him up.

She had never coveted Chu Yifeng’s body, but this man was always so vile, exposing himself to her, forcing her to draw close, forcing her to look, even prying open her eyelids once, to make her take in every detail of his body.